All Chapters of One Reckless Kiss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jayden's eyes snapped open, heart hammering against his ribs like it was trying to escape.The morning light filtered through the tall villa windows, painting the room in pale gold and casting long thin shadows across the room.He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and then it hit him, Ronan had left last night.Panic spiked through him hot and immediate, without thinking, he scrambled off the bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor.“Ronan?” he called, voice hoarse and steady. “Ronan?”But the villa answered with silence, every step he took echoed, bouncing off the walls and multiplying his sense of emptiness.He raced down the grand staircase but the living room was empty, the kitchen silent and the patio revealed nothing but the swaying shadows of the palm trees.A knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. “No…he can't just…disappear? Right?” he muttered more than a word than a question as he raced back upstairs.“Ronan!” His voice cracked, desperation threading thro

Back at the city, Drake stood against the wall of his penthouse bathroom, blood smeared all over his body and pooling on the spot he stood on. His cold eyes gleamed dangerously as he stared at the bath tub filled with water mixed with ashes. On the floor not far from the bath tub lay a broken white ash pot. The door suddenly opened and Aaron walked inside, head lowered. “We found them, sir.” Drake lifted his gaze sharply. “You found them? Where?” “On an island.” Aaron nodded. “Get the car ready,” Drake ordered, staggering towards the door. Aaron hesitated. “But sir…..” A slap rang sharp onto his face, cutting him off. “Defying me now?” Drake hissed. “My apologies sir,” Aaron quickly bowed and left. Drake's grip tightened around the door frame, his lips twitching darkly. “You can't run from me.” Seconds later, Drake stormed towards the car, hands clenched beside him as he ignored the pain from his wounds. But before his hand could grip the door, his vision blurred, his le

The air in the room seemed to tense as they both sat staring at the television without a word.On the screen, Drake signed, shoulders slumping just enough to look regretful.“I take full responsibility for the altercation,” Drake said, smoothly. “I never wanted this to become public.”Ronan let out a humourless breath.“And as for the rumours,” Drake continued, eyes sharp. “I'm not fighting my brother over the inheritance because I trust the shareholders will make the right choice. I just want him to stop holding on to my princess. I have been patient enough.”Jayden stiffened, his hands tightening on the couch.Ronan's eyes twitched. “Princess?” he echoed softly.Then he leaned back, arm stretched along the couch behind Jayden. “Relax. It's just your princess. I wonder what will be next.”The video of Ronan’s fight with Drake began playing on the screen as the press conference ended.Jayden turned sharply. “Is this the help you wanted to find?” he asked, forcing a laugh that didn't q

The night outside the villa felt colder than it should have.Jayden stood beneath the balcony light, phone clutched tightly in his trembling hand.The street lamps cast long shadows across the marble floor and the deep waters making the noise behind him look enormous.For a moment, he almost gave up and turned back.But then, he knew he had gone too far to go back now, with shaking fingers he dialled the number he knew by heart. Drake's.The call connected on the second, a familiar chuckle slid through the speaker. “Couldn’t stay away, princess?”Jayden shut his eyes briefly as his fingers tightened around the phone hard enough to ache.“I…” His voice cracked deliberately. “I didn’t know who else to call.”Silence stretched heavily.Then Drake’s tone changed instantly, softer, alert and dangerous in a different way. “What happened?”Jayden glanced over his shoulder toward the dark windows of the villa. “I’m not safe,” he whispered.Wind brushed his hair across his face as he let his b

The sound of footsteps approaching echoed closer and closer as Jayden's hands moved too quickly.In seconds, Drake appeared on the stairs, the pen cam in hand.“Jayden!” he yelled, rushing down the stairs. “What do you think you are doing?”At the foot of the couch, Jayden knelt as he picked up the broken pieces of Drake's whiskey bottle, blood dripping from his hand from a cut.Drake grabbed him quickly, forcing him to stand. “Does this make it better?” he asked, voice raised.Jayden stiffened, swallowing hard. “I…. I'm fine,” he mumbled, avoiding Drake’s gaze. “I broke the bottle so…..”Drake’s brow lifted, concern flickering through his usually unreadable expression. “Shhhh, let's get the hand disinfected first.”Slowly, he walked towards the kitchen counter and then pulled out a first aid kit.“Sit,” he ordered, pushing a chair towards Jayden.Jayden sat down quietly, his hands outstretched.Without another word, Drake crouched to his knees and began disinfecting Jayden's wounds.