All Chapters of His Beautiful Traitor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I felt my whole breath leaving my lungs immediately, especially when his eyes seemed to be fixated on me instead of Max who was actually waiting for his arrival.A tugging question crept up inside of me immediately: What is he doing here?"Good evening, I'm Joseph Cross, the new bodyguard." He introduced himself, his eyes settling from one person to another. Adjusting his suit, his eye met mine again.Joseph? My curiosity piqued, did he just refer to himself as Joseph? What happened to his name, Killian?Max quickly extended his hand for a handshake, "Welcome Joseph, I have heard about your expertise and the great work you did in the army."A dark smile spread on one side of his lips, "Well, I won't have applied to be the bodyguard of a great man like you if I wasn't well experienced. I know how you only deal with well-experienced bodyguards."Maximilian beamed, visibly satisfied. Killian’s gaze finally drifted from Max, sliding back toward me. I felt as if ice were coming alive in my

"What?" I started as he straightened, his hands off my body just as immediately as he could."Why didn't you take my arm when you knew you couldn't do anything properly?" He asked with such utter disgust that made me lose the strength to argue with him."You're my bodyguard and not someone who's supposed to help me walk.""Then do it properly instead of acting like you are already drunk when you didn't even have a sip." He said and I lost the appetite to move for another minute, my brows furrowing."As my bodyguard, you're not allowed to talk to me like that," I said before I walked away, wishing I hadn't said something like that to him. I had missed him, for six years I had longed for the warmth he brought to me.He was Killian, the love of my life that I started dating far back when we were in college, right up to when I graduated and started my career as a supermodel six years ago. It was beautiful, our time was so beautiful until Max got involved in the whole thing. I paused in my

Seraphina POVThe moment he said he didn’t know me, something inside me didn’t simply break; it went strangely quiet, like a room that had been filled with noise for so long that silence itself became unbearable, because I knew him, I knew the way his voice used to soften when he was tired, I knew the exact pause he took before he would laugh under his breath at something only I could understand, I knew the weight of his hands, the way he used to hold me like I was something worth protecting even when the world around us suggested otherwise, and yet, standing in front of me now was a man who had erased every trace of that history so completely that I began to wonder if I had been the only one living it all along.My lips parted as if to speak again, but nothing came out that made sense because my mind was trying to reconcile two impossible truths existing in the same space: the Killian I had loved and the man standing in front of me who wore his face like a disguise stitched too tight

Seraphina POVFor a moment after he spoke, the world didn’t move the way it was supposed to. It didn’t feel like air belonged inside my lungs anymore, and it didn’t feel like sound had permission to exist. Everything had gone strangely heavy, as if the universe itself had leaned closer to listen to what he just said and decided not to interfere. Joseph Cross. That was what he called himself, and yet my body refused to accept it, because there was nothing in that voice, nothing in those eyes, nothing in the way he held himself that belonged to a stranger.He was holding my wrists firmly now, not painfully but with a control that made it very clear I was not in charge of anything in that moment. His grip was steady, grounded, intentional, and it reminded me of something I had spent six years trying to bury under layers of silence and survival. My breath trembled as I tried to pull my hands back, not because I wanted to escape him, but because I didn’t know what would happen to me if I s

Seraphina POVFor a moment after he spoke, the world didn’t move the way it was supposed to. It didn’t feel like air belonged inside my lungs anymore, and it didn’t feel like sound had permission to exist. Everything had gone strangely heavy, as if the universe itself had leaned closer to listen to what he had just said and decided not to interfere. Joseph Cross. That was what he called himself, and yet my body refused to accept it, because there was nothing in that voice, nothing in those eyes, nothing in the way he held himself that belonged to a stranger.He was holding my wrists firmly now, not painfully but with a control that made it very clear I was not in charge of anything in that moment. His grip was steady, grounded, intentional, and it reminded me of something I had spent six years trying to bury under layers of silence and survival. My breath trembled as I tried to pull my hands back, not because I wanted to escape him, but because I didn’t know what would happen to me if