All Chapters of Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyssa POV “I love you so much, Zeta. Not sister to brother kind of love, but wife to husband" I say the words to myself in the empty room the way I’ve been doing for the past three days, practicing, rehearsing how I would confess my love to him when he finally returns home in a few minutes time. Three years ago we got married, but our story started much, much earlier. Fifteen years ago, when I was only ten, my real parents died in a car accident. I had nowhere to go. Then Mr. Francis and Mrs. Franca. Zeta’s parents. took me in. They were kind, rich, and generous. They gave me a bedroom in their huge house and sent me to the best schools. That is how I became part of their family. They adopted me, and suddenly I had a new grandfather, a new mother and father, and a new big brother. Zeta, who was fifteen at the time. Zeta was always good to me. From the very first day he treated me like a real little sister. He protected me when children at school were mean. He helped me with

Lyssa POVThe stairs feel steeper than they ever have, each step feels like a small betrayal of the strength I’m trying to hold onto. Behind me, his footsteps follow, quick and determined, the way they always did when we were younger whenever he thought I was hurt. I didn’t turn back, can’t. If I did, I’ll break down in tears right in front of him and this time, he would know something wasn’t right with me.“Lyssa.” His voice reaches me before he does. “Wait.”I reach the door to my bedroom, our bedroom for the last three years and push it open. He is right behind me now. I feel the presence of him before his hand settles lightly on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asks, softer this time. I knew he wouldn’t believe me if I said I’m fine. He never has, not once in fifteen years whenever he sees me off mood. I had to just say something else. So I turn around slowly, letting his hand fall away, and walk the few inches until I’m close enough.I force my voice steady. “Today is my b

Lyssa POV I interrupt, raising a brow. “Wow, I’ll be so rich.” He pauses. I take a pen. Roland stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. Of course wondering how happy I am instead of crying. I shrug casually. “Honestly, I think I’ll enjoy my new rich single-girl era.” His eyes stayed blank, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, concern? confusion? disbelief? Probably all of the above.I look up at him, my lips curving out a smile. “Thank you.”I hold out my hand. “I’ll sign everything now.” I say.Soon, I sign the papers and he left.Then the dam breaks, I can’t possibly let anyone see me crying here. I make it to my room just in time, slamming the door, locking it, sliding down the wood until my back hits the floor. The first sob is silent, just a sharp inhale that rips my throat in emotional pain. The second one isn’t. They come hard and ugly, choking as I struggle to breath, my shoulders shaking, fists pressed against my mouth so the maids won’t hear.I c

Lyssa POV Later that evening, I wanted to feel better. The apartment felt suffocating. I needed air. I needed noise to distract my anxiety. I needed to forget. So I dress in the tightest black dress I own, the one Zeta always said made my curve look endless, did my makeup and took an Uber to Eclipse, the hottest club downtown that I’ve never been brave enough to step into alone. The line outside was insane, but the bouncer took one look at me, smirked, and lifted the velvet rope. Guess heartbreak looks good on me tonight. Inside, the music hit so loud. Purple and blue lights flashed across sweaty bodies, the bass thumped so hard I felt it in my ear drum. I pushed my way straight to the bar and didn’t stop. “Hey! Three shots of Patrón,” I told the bartender. He lifted an eyebrow but poured them anyway. I slammed all three back-to-back, the tequila burning a beautiful path down my throat. Then I ordered three more. And a vodka cranberry. And another. And another. I los

Lyssa POV I rush over to Zeta, my heart pounding in a messy way. Seeing him that way? slumped there on the couch, looking like a broken version of himself, I drop to my knees in front of him, grabbing his hands. They’re cold and shaky. “Zeta, what happened? Talk to me. Please.” He lifts his head slowly, his eyes red and swollen, but he doesn’t say a word at first. Marcus stops pacing behind him and turns to me, his face twisted in frustration. “He’s been like this for over 24 hours, Lyssa. Won’t eat a damn thing. Just drinking himself stupid. I tried getting food for him, but he pushes it away every time. Says he doesn’t deserve it or some crap like that.” I squeeze Zeta’s hands tighter, trying to pull him back from whatever hole he’s in. “Zeta, come on. What happened? Why are you doing this to yourself?” He stares at me for a long moment, his voice coming out rough and slurred. “What are you doing here? Go back home.” He slurred. His words hit me, I really can’t help see