Semua Bab I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance : Bab 11 - Bab 19

Beverly POV“Liam…” I called.My voice came out shaky, thin, as an heavy weight settled in my chest after listening to his words. It felt like something pressing down on my heart, slow and relentless.Of course, I had plans to leave. But not the way he was thinking.I would never be so cruel as to abandon a child because of his illness.“Don’t try to make me feel better, Aunt Beverly,” he said quietly. “Just admit it. You’re going to be like the others, aren’t you?”“Like who?” I asked.“My mommy. And my previous doctor. Everyone who promises to stay with me always ends up leaving when they find out how bad my sickness is.”The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. His voice cracked on the last word, and it struck me right in the chest.“They say they’ll stay,” he continued, tears spilling freely now. “But when they see how hard it is… they go.”Something squeezed hard around my heart at that instant. My head pounded, my thoughts spiraling as his words sank in. I tried to steady my breat

Marcus POVI am such a bastard.The thought tore through me as I drove my fist straight into the mirror the moment I returned home, fresh from the hospital after Liam had been discharged.A part of it cracked and broke instantly shard flying around and a few piercing into my knuckles making it bleed but I didn't in care infact I barely felt the pain as I remained standing Infront of it chest heaving the other part which hadn't broken yet caught hold of my reflection and I froze.The man staring back at me looked unfamiliar Wrecked. Broken. Almost worn out of life.The suit I wore hung loosely on my frame, creased and lifeless. My beard was overgrown, my hair bushy and unkempt. My body, once solid and commanding, had grown lean in an unhealthy way. My face was lined deep with exhaustion, wrinkles etching all over enough to make me look twice my age. My eyes were dull, sunken speak of eyes that hadn't known real sleep in years.I couldn't help but flinched at the sight.How did I becom

Marcus POV“Sir, now that I’ve successfully put Liam to sleep, I think you should try getting some sleep too.”Nanny Marcy’s voice carried so much concern it almost scraped against my nerves as she dropped her suggestions before me that evening.Her face and eyes held so much concern her brow drawn tight in concentration while she adjusted the last strip of bandage around my fist at the same time steal concern glance at me.The ointment she’d applied moments ago stung faintly beneath the gauze, but at least the bleeding had stopped. Her fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, like she was debating whether to say more and I'd appreciate if she didn't because no matter what I wasn't buying her suggestions not even for a second.“Nah, it’s fine. You try getting some sleep yourself. I’ll be fine, trust me,” I muttered dismissively my tone coming out rougher than I intended.I noticed how she hesitated at first her eyes searched my face, probably noticing the tension in my jaw

Beverly POVAdrian Cruz.The name didn't just click in my head.It slammed into me. Like something sharp and cold pressed against the back of my skull.For a second I couldn't breathe as I stared at the man who stood a few feet ahead of me with his back slightly turned to me.The morning sun fell directly on him glistening his jet black hair and alighting the side of his face which I could see from where I stood.My pulse began to pound in my ears.No.It couldn't be.But it was.My fingers slowly curled at my sides until my nails bit into my palm. I barely felt the sting. My insides tightened too, twisting in a way that made me slightly nauseous. Not excitement. Not nostalgia.Something darker.Years had passed. Seven long years since I left this city. Ten since everything fell apart.Yet Adrian Cruz wasn't a face I could forget.Not after what he did.Not after the blood.Not after Mariam.My throat tightened at the memory of her name.Mariam Hawthorne.Marcus’s mother literally my

Adrian POVIf there was one kind of person I wasn’t particularly fond of, it was people who were so nosy they couldn’t stay out of other people’s lives.People who hovered too close, too often, until they started to feel like something crawling on your skin—something you just wanted to push off.And that was Claire.One of the many reasons why I didn’t like her.Like I said earlier, I’ve got my eyes on only one woman.Beverly Hamilton.The woman in my diary. The only one who ever made every other woman feel… unnecessary in my eyes.And Claire?She was the opposite of everything I wanted. Too much. Too proud. And so full of herself. And the worst part was how she thought that because she was the Senator’s daughter, she could have anything she wanted.Including me.That alone made something in my chest tighten in irritation."You do know what you’re doing is inappropriate, right?" I said, my voice coming out calm even though my fingers had already curled tightly at my side. "Going throu