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Angel’s Point Of view We managed to shoot about four scenes today, and to my utmost disappointment, Raul didn’t appear in a single one. I checked the time—half past eleven. Shit. How the hell am I getting home now? Dragging my aching body out of the studio, I took out my phone and hovered my thumb over Luca’s contact. But I paused. He’s probably fast asleep by now—he has class early tomorrow, and I refuse to be that sister. I headed to the lobby, pacing slowly while the rest of the crew hurried off to the parking lot, chatting, laughing, driving away with people they trusted. Everyone had someone. Except me. Roseline. Danielle. Hunter. Raul. All gone. I wasn’t close enough to anyone else to ask for a ride without sounding desperate. So, I made a decision that now feels too stupid to have been brave—I’d walk home. Alone. In the middle of the night. Because that’s how fairytales begin, right? The night air cut through my thin jacket, making me wrap my arms around myself.

Angel’s POV For two damn days, I hadn’t gotten a proper moment’s rest. Just a handful of short breaks after seven grueling hours of shooting, and even those were barely enough to scarf down a bite. The makeup crew swooped in every time, eating up half the break to prep me for the next scene, leaving my stomach growling and my energy drained. I was starving, my eyes heavy from lack of sleep, barely able to stay open. Glancing around, I saw the other actors moving through the set like they were immune to the exhaustion, chatting and laughing as if we hadn’t been grinding for days. How the hell were they so unfazed? I tried to force my eyes to stay open, but it was a losing battle. With a heavy sigh, I slouched deeper into my chair, my body begging for a break. Of course, that’s when Hunter decided to bark for our attention, his voice cutting through my haze. Four hours later, Roselyn finally called it a wrap, and I could’ve wept with relief. Rolling my eyes, too ti

Angel’s POV Since Raul gave me a three-day break from the studio, I decided to make the most of it. No scripts. No cameras. Just time to breathe—and maybe, to think about what happened in the kitchen. Except I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he kissed me. The way his body pressed against mine. The memory sparked a painful twitch in my nipples, making me rub my thighs together in desperation. After dinner, I returned to the room I’d woken up in and took a long shower. He’d given me one of his shirts to sleep in, and God, I didn’t want to give it back. It clung to me like his scent—woodsy, expensive, masculine. Addictive. I stepped out to the balcony to cool off and rejuvenate. My phone had been off for three days. Luca was probably going insane by now. With a sigh, I powered it back on. As expected, dozens of missed calls and texts flooded in. Luca [12 Missed Calls] Luca: Are you okay? Luca: Call me, please. Luca: Angel if you don’t answer I swear I’ll fi

Angel’s Point of View It’s the day of the party already, and I still haven’t decided if I should go or not. I haven’t spoken to either of the brothers, and my phone has been blowing up with their calls and messages. I didn’t have the energy to break down after hearing any of their voices. I thought being a whore was really easy—but it’s not as easy as I thought. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I really don’t know what to do at this point. Should I give up my feelings for Raul and give Nikolai and me a chance? Or should I pursue my feelings for Raul and ignore what the world will say about me? I’m so fucking confused. Why does my life have to be this complicated? I looked at the time and saw it was already past four. Soon, I’d have to answer his calls and give him my decision. The ringtone echoed through the room, and I glanced at the screen—Nikolai’s name lit it up. After the fourth ring, I finally answered on the next. “Angel,” his husky voice rained in my ears. “N

Raul’s POV I didn’t want to attend the party, but I had no choice—Bianco is a good friend of mine. I sat on the balcony, legs crossed, staring blankly into space. There were reasons I didn’t want to be there. The biggest? Nikolai. I don’t hate my twin, but I haven’t been able to look at him the same way since twenty-eight years ago—after the two incidents that changed our lives and destroyed the bond we once shared. I shut my eyes, trying to block out those memories… but instead, I saw a pair of dark gray eyes and glowing brown skin. Angel. Why has she been avoiding me? Is she regretting what happened between us? Worried about what people might think? The thought made my jaw tick with anger. Angel has carved her way into my heart, digging up feelings I buried four years ago. The moment our eyes locked that night—the way she moved on that pole, like a sexy vixen born to tempt—I knew I was in trouble. There was no way I’d be able to get her out of my head. She’s a wal