Semua Bab BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE. : Bab 51 - Bab 60

JD’s POV:EVENING…“I’m gonna throw up,” I muttered, pacing the living room in nothing but briefs and a sports bra while Malik calmly laid out blazers like we were prepping for a magazine shoot, not an ambush dinner with Charlotte’s aristocratic execution squad.“Yeah,” he said, examining a black wool jacket with gold detailing, “but make it fashion.”I spun around to glare at him. “This is not funny, Malik.”“It’s a little funny. You’ve literally faced down neo-Nazis in tattoo expos and bikers who didn’t like your rates. But one dinner with Daddy and Mommy Uptight and you’re vibrating like a squirrel on espresso.”I flopped onto the couch, hands buried in my short hair. Shit, I forgot to get a haircut! This can't get any worse.“It wasn’t even supposed to be tonight! It was next week. I was mentally preparing. Meditating. Googling which fork is for salad. Then Charlotte calls and says, ‘Change of plans, my parents are excited, see you in an hour!’ Like I don’t need time to emotiona

Nyla’s POV:I stormed down the cold streets, my anger intensifying by the second. What the hell was wrong with me?Why couldn’t I just shut up for once?Just once.I knew they would be at the restaurant because of the camera I left in her room before leaving. So I arrived just early, waiting for them so I could pretend it was a coincidence. I even faked that sweet surprised voice on seeing them.God, I almost gagged on it. And then I just had to open my big, stupid mouth and drop that little memory from the past. Although refreshing to say, it pissed Madden off. The look on Madden’s face burned my soul. Why didn't I just shut up? I hated her.I hated how she sat at that table like a queen, legs crossed, sipping wine like she hadn’t ruined everything. And now…now she was changing. Playing the good wife. And worse, he was buying it.I blinked, suddenly stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.Where the fuck was my car?I spun around in confusion, heart thudding faster. Then it hit m

Calla's POV:The bonfire cast everything in amber glow. Faces were turned gold with shadows flickering across cheekbones and shoulders. All around us, couples were curled into each other on low lounge chairs, talking, drinking, and touching each other. A woman's breast was being sucked by her partner and she was moaning shamelessly.Noah– as he introduced himself – and I sat with a few other couples around a circle of low tables while the party’s host, the tall, loud guy with a mic, took a short break to refill his drink and flirt with the DJ.“So what’s your name again?” the girl across from me asked, tucking her short braids behind her ears. “You look kinda familiar.”I smiled. “Dora.”I'm not about to have everyone gape or judge me with their eyes. If they discovered I was isadora, all hell would break loose.The girl's brows lifted. “Do you model?”I laughed lightly. “No, but thank you. I work in… events, I guess.”Technically true. Events like surviving betrayal, identity theft,

Calla's POV;I didn’t know where I was going, only that my feet couldn’t move fast enough. The pain inside of me was swirling to explode, so I bit my lips barely containing it.The laughter and music from the bonfire faded behind me, replaced by the sound of my own pulse hammering in my ears. My skin prickled with heat and shame and something darker—something feral.How dare he?How dare I care?I'm so fucking stupid to let all this get to me. Their is marriage is built on a shaky ground. Why the fuck did I think I could fix it??I was halfway down the stone path toward the cabins when I heard the heavy thud of footsteps behind me. But I knew it was him.Madden’s voice slashed the quiet night. “Running off again? That’s your thing, right?”I stopped. My shoulders stiffened.“You don’t get to act like the wounded party here,” he said, bitterly. “You brought a date, remember? You paraded around with that pretty boy like I wasn’t even standing ten feet away.”I slowly turned, eyes wide

Calla's POV:I shouldn’t have come here. But Isa acts thoughtlessly and recklessly and since I'm forever trapped in her damn body, I'll have to act like this bad bitch.Against all reasonable judgement, I have to do this.Everything in me screamed that this wasn’t just an apology, but still, I stood in the middle of the forest clearing, with the cold dampness soaking into my shoes, waiting. I need to understand what's really happening. Finally, like a shadow peeled off the trees, Nyla emerged.Her eyes shimmered like glass, and for once, she looked like someone unraveling. Disheveled and Hollow. “I’m glad you came,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her fingers trembled. “I’ve been thinking… maybe if we just talked—really talked—I could make you understand.”I stared at her, arms folded. “Talk, then.”A soft laugh escaped her lips, and her eyes suddenly filled with something ancient. Hurt? Rage? I don't know, but it was something far too heavy for someone so