Goodbye Cats, Hello Hell

The morning began with the sound of crying. And no, it wasn’t my heart sobbing because I was moving back in with the man who used to be the center of my universe and now couldn’t even remember the right way to break me.It was my mother.Specifically, my mother clutching an apron that read La cocina es mi reino like it was her third child.“Oh my poor daughter,” she wailed, dabbing her tears with the same apron she’d used yesterday to wipe cooking oil. “Why is your life like a Venezuelan soap opera, blended with a Colombian drama, then slapped around by a Turkish series?”I stood in the doorway in a wrinkled pink hoodie, ripped jeans (not fashion, just tragic laundry), and two massive suitcases at my feet.One for my clothes. The other… packed with things I could throw at Claudia if she ran her mouth too much.“Ma,” I sighed, rolling my eyes, “I’m not going to war. It’s just Theo’s mansion. A giant house full of bitter memories, nosy secretaries, and an ex-mother-in-law who could pass

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

Room for Two

I stood in the doorway, staring at a room that, if I didn't know any better, could be mistaken for the set of a billionaire vampire movie with unresolved childhood trauma and suspiciously tasteful interior design.This room was too big. Too neat. Too Theo.Dark maple walls met floor-to-ceiling windows that looked straight out onto a sea of pine trees. Like someone had said, "You know what would be great? A bed for two... and the elite Manhattan version of the Forks forest as a view."Seriously. It was Twilight, upgraded: not a cabin but a castle. Not a forest but a private park the size of Central Park. And not Edward Cullen, but Theo Rodriguez..sexier, darker, and, unfortunately, emotionally more destructive.In the center, a king-size bed sat with a textured black leather headboard, gray linen sheets, and pillows arranged so symmetrically my OCD felt personally addressed.An industrial chandelier hung elegantly from the high ceiling. The floors were original hardwood, interrupted by

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

If Looks Could Kill, I’d Be a Widow (Again)

The car slid smoothly down the Upper East Side, and I sat in the backseat like a CEO dodging paparazzi. Except I wasn’t running from fame. I was on my way to see my amnesiac ex-husband who thought our life was still some rom-com from 2018.My right hand was busy scrolling through my phone while my left propped up my chin in an elegant pose that was really just camouflage for my emotional exhaustion.A notification pinged.Subject: “So… WHEN are you back, Di?”From: Nicole, my overly enthusiastic colleague who treated Fridays like a religious holiday.I typed quickly while glancing out the window. New York blurred past like a film montage, and I… was still stuck in the same act.To: Nicole“Monday. I’ll be back Monday. Enjoy two more days without me. Consider it a blessing.”Send.Of course, she replied two seconds later.“YES! God bless Monday. Reggie nearly set the office on fire because he swore the AC was broken, but turns out he just messed with the thermostat.”I bit back a laugh

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Half True. Half Lie

The car slid smoothly through the packed streets of New York, though everything looked calm from behind the matte-black, bulletproof windows. Of course it did. This was a Rodriguez car. If it could talk, it’d probably have a Spanish accent and a deep, cocky voice saying, “I cost more than your apartment, Dianna.”I leaned back, head resting against buttery leather that was so soft, it made me think, huh, maybe I wouldn’t need therapy if all my problems came with headrests like this.Theo sat beside me. Gray T-shirt, black joggers, and that smirk he’d flashed five minutes ago when the driver opened the door. Now, he was quiet. Zoned in on his phone, fingers tapping fast, brows slightly furrowed like he’d just uncovered a plot twist in his life that he didn’t like.I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but a small part of me… was worried.His eyes didn’t leave the screen. His jaw tightened. Then he let out a long breath and ran a hand down his face,

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

All Chapters of MINE. STILL.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Goodbye Cats, Hello Hell

Room for Two

If Looks Could Kill, I’d Be a Widow (Again)

Half True. Half Lie