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ElenaI had been waiting for hours, tossing and turning across the bed, and the longer I waited, the more I realized just how disastrously accustomed I had become to their presence. No—that wasn't what frightened me. What frightened me was the hollow emptiness they left behind in their absence, the way the room seemed too large, too quiet, too cold without them in it.My chest felt heavier.Without their scent lingering in the sheets.Without their warmth beside me.Without the sight of those intoxicating eyes that somehow managed to make me nervous and grounded all at once.A sigh escaped me as I pushed myself upright, my fingers curling into the bedsheets so tightly the fabric bunched beneath my fists. Something in my chest tightened further, winding itself into a knot I couldn't undo."What the fuck is this feeling?" I muttered into the silence.The room offered no answer.Only memories.And they came relentlessly.Not the press of their lips. Not the heat of their bodies. Not the

ElenaI spotted that piece of shit—Henry—standing beside the garden bench with my father, a porcelain teacup balanced between his fingers.For a second, I almost laughed.Someone had clearly tried to put him back together.His dark hair had been combed neatly into place, every strand arranged with pathetic precision, as if a tidy appearance could distract from the ugly reality underneath. It couldn't.Purple bruises stained one side of his face. A split cut disappeared beneath the edge of a bandage. His lips looked dry and cracked. And despite how desperately he tried to appear composed, the slight tremor in his hand betrayed him.Today, the charming monster didn't look so charming.Because Ashton had beaten the living hell out of him.And if I was being honest?I'd pay good money to watch it happen again.And again.And again.The thought settled warmly in my chest.As if sensing my stare, my father's eyes lifted.His mouth curved into a smile.A fake one.The kind he wore whenever h

Elena I returned to my room, a weight settling heavily in my chest as I waited for the twins. It was strange—Henry wasn’t afraid that they were planning to stop the wedding. He wasn’t worried.That meant he was prepared.And that wasn’t good news.Not because I doubted the twins could fight him.But because I didn’t want them getting hurt.Somewhere along the way, I’d started to care.A lot.Because—I was in love with them.And today, I’d fucking tell them.I didn’t know what the coming war had in store for us.But one thing I refused to die with was this secret.They deserved to know how I felt.I never got to tell David. Never got to tell him how much he mattered to me. I’d hoped the kiss would be enough, but maybe it wasn’t. Even now, there was still that sharp edge lodged in my chest, whispering that maybe—just maybe—I should have said the words out loud.How much he meant to me.How desperately I wanted him in my life, no matter the circumstances.I didn’t know if it would’ve ch

ElenaI didn't know when I'd stopped crying.At some point, the tears had simply run dry, leaving behind an aching emptiness that settled deep inside my chest. My hands still trembled uncontrollably, every muscle in my body drained of strength, and my chest remained painfully heavy.They had held me together.They had kept me from falling apart completely.But the pain...The pain was something neither of them could carry for me, no matter how desperately I could see they wished they could.Moments slipped by, and the three of us were still sitting on the floor.My face remained buried against Jax's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding me while one of his hands rested protectively against the back of my head, absentmindedly stroking my hair.Ashton hadn't let go either.His chin rested lightly on my shoulder, one arm wrapped securely around my waist, making sure I never forgot he was there.Eventually, I gathered what little strength I had left and slowly pulled away fr

ElenaSilence spread between us upon my words. None of us spoke. Neither Ashton nor Jax looked away from me, and with every passing second, that silence only grew heavier, settling against my chest until I could hear nothing but the frantic pounding of my own heart. I couldn't tell what they were thinking, couldn't read a single emotion from their faces, and just when I thought I'd made the biggest mistake of my life by confessing, Ashton suddenly grabbed my jaw and crashed his lips onto mine, hungry, impatient, and with something strangely raw hidden beneath every second of that kiss.My body didn't need a moment to rethink before I kissed him back instantly. My hands slipped into his hair on their own accord, pulling him impossibly closer as though I'd been waiting for this without even realizing it. His fingers tightened ever so slightly against my jaw, and the kiss only deepened until every coherent thought disappeared from my mind. He only pulled away after leaving me completely