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Chapter 121: After she shut door

Zayne’s POVThe door didn’t slam, she closed it quietly. And somehow, that hurt far worse.The soft click echoed through the hallway like a verdict I couldn’t argue against. My hand stayed pressed flat against the wood, fingers spread as if I could still feel her warmth through it… as if she hadn’t just looked me straight in the eyes and told me she needed time to process everything I had said.Time. Such a small word. Such a dangerous one.Inside the room, there was no sound.. Just silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Final.I leaned my forehead against the door, inhaling slowly, forcing my pulse to steady. Every instinct in me screamed to knock again. To push the door open. To drag her into my arms and force her to listen until she understood that none of this—none of it—was a game to me.But Isla had asked for space. And no matter how much it tore me, I had promised myself I would never become another man who cornered her when she was already drowning.So I stood there… like an idiot… coun

Chapter 122: Hidden cameras

I nodded once, sharply.“He had installed hidden CCTV cameras throughout her apartment,” I said flatly. “Recorded everything. Her changing. Her showering. Private moments she never knew anyone else was watching.”Sienna staggered back a step, her face draining of color.“How did you—”“I traced the feed,” I cut in, my voice hard. “It led straight to him.”The hallway suddenly felt colder. During that time, all I saw was betrayal between friends. I didn’t stop to think about what it really meant.Didn’t think about the fact that Elena never even knew she was being watched. That someone she trusted enough to let into our circle had turned her privacy into something disposable. Something collectible.I was angry with myself. Angry that he crossed me. Angry that he humiliated me. But I never sat with the full weight of what he did to her. Not until now. Because looking back, it wasn’t just disloyalty.It was violation. And the worst part is… I kept him around after it.Truth is… I undere

Chapter 123: August

Zayne’s POV I stared at it for a long moment before answering, pressing the phone to my ear.“August,” I say coldly.A familiar exhale greets me from the other side. The same way it has always been.“Mr. Bellandi.”I roll my eyes slightly, even though he can’t see it. “You know you don’t have to keep calling me that.”“Habit,” he says simply. “And professionalism.”That’s August. Thirty-eight years old. Former military. Been driving for the family long enough to see me transition from reckless teenager to whatever version of myself I am now.He pauses.“How is Italy? How was your sister’s wedding?”I lean against the wall beside my bed, gaze drifting toward the half-packed suitcase sitting open on the chair.“It…was great.”There’s no accusation in his tone, just observation. August rarely wastes words, and somehow that makes everything he says heavier.“You’ve been gone longer than you originally scheduled.”“I’m handling something,” I reply.Silence hums between us for a second. He

Chapter 124: Apartment listings

Isla’s POV My thumb keeps moving even when my brain stops processing what I’m looking at.Apartment listings blur into each other. White walls. Open kitchens. “Modern finishes.” “Pet friendly.” “Downtown Seattle.” “Walking distance to—” I scroll past the rest before my mind can latch onto it.The glow from my phone screen feels too bright against the dimness of the room. I should turn on the bedside lamp. I should probably eat something. I should probably do a lot of things that normal, emotionally stable people do when their life isn’t unraveling thread by thread inside their chest.Instead, I keep scrolling. Seattle.It feels safe to think about Seattle. Seattle feels like distance. Distance feels like oxygen. Dustfield feels like suffocation.Silas lives in Dustfield. Breathes there. Walks those same streets like he didn’t fracture parts of me that still haven’t healed correctly. And now every memory of him is tangled with Zayne, knotted so tightly I can’t separate them without hu

Chapter 125: I miss you

I miss youZayne’s POVThe dining room smells like roasted coffee beans, butter, and citrus polish from the antique table my mother insists on having cleaned twice a day.I sit at the far end of the table, fingers loosely wrapped around a coffee cup that has long gone cold. Conversations blur around me, forks scraping porcelain, chairs shifting, Isabella stealing glances from time to time, but none of it settles properly in my chest.My eyes keep drifting toward the staircase. Against my better judgment. Against my pride. Against the very clear, very brutal words Isla left me with last night.I need time.Time is a dangerous thing when you’re in love with someone who looks at you like you’ve shattered something sacred. I roll the coffee cup slowly between my palms, pretending the warmth is still there.Across from me, Sienna is mid-conversation with our mom about seating arrangements that no longer matter since drama has already unfolded. She speaks with controlled calm, but I know m

Chapter 126: Is he your boyfriend?

Isla’s POV My heart is beating too fast for a conversation that hasn’t even started yet.The courtyard air feels cooler than inside the house, carrying the faint scent of lemon trees and wet stone from the morning watering. Gravel crunches softly under my shoes as I follow Isabella down the narrow pathway lined with ivy-covered walls and antique lanterns that look like they belong in a painting rather than real life.I don’t know what she wants to talk about. And that alone is enough to make my chest feel tight. I just hope it isn’t about Silas.The thought slips into my mind uninvited, immediately followed by the memory of last night, Zayne’s voice low and steady while confessing truths that cracked open pieces of my reality I didn’t even realize were fragile.I swallow, pushing the thoughts down, focusing on Isabella’s graceful figure ahead of me instead.She stops near the center of the courtyard, right beside a stone fountain where water trickles in soft, rhythmic sounds that som

Chapter 127: Girl’s night

Isla’s POV Sienna and I moved away from the courtyard, winding our way through the quiet pathways of the villa, until we found a secluded corner near a small stone bench under a canopy of wisteria. The petals fell lazily around us, purple and soft, and for a moment, it felt like the chaos of the last few days had been suspended.I kept stealing glances at her. Was she going to say something? Was this about Isabella? About Zayne? My heart thumped with anticipation and anxiety.“You wanted to talk to me about something?” I asked finally.She shook her head, hands in her pockets, her expression unreadable.I frowned. “No?” “No,” she repeated, faintly exasperated.I chewed my lip, unsure whether to push further. Then she finally spoke, softly, almost as if she were choosing her words carefully.“So… what did you and Isabella talk about?”I exhaled slowly, spilling everything—the questions about Zayne, the subtle probing about Elena, the job offer, the uncomfortable moments I couldn’t qu

Chapter 128: Back to base

Isla’s POV I wake up before my alarm.For a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar, painted in ivory with delicate molding that catches the early morning light filtering through the curtains. My head throbs faintly from last night’s drinking, and my mouth feels dry.Then it all rushes back. Leaving. My chest tightens.I sit up slowly, careful not to disturb Sienna, who is sprawled beside me, one arm thrown over her face, her hair a chaotic mess across the pillow. The Aperol bottle sits abandoned on the nightstand, half-empty, along with two glasses tipped sideways like casualties of war. I don’t even remember how we got up on the bed.A small, helpless smile touches my lips. God, I’m going to miss her.I swing my legs off the bed and begin gathering my things quietly. The room is scattered with few remaining clothes, my camera, chargers, and memories from a trip that feels like it lasted both five minutes and five years.My movements must make noise b

Chapter 129: Fresh roses

Isla’s POV I refuse. That decision sits solid and immovable in my chest long before the words leave my mouth.“I’m not staying with you, Zayne.”The look he gives me is calm. Too calm for my liking, kind that feels like pressure building behind glass.“You don’t have to stay with me,” he says evenly. “You can stay in the guest room.”“I’m not staying anywhere connected to you,” I reply, gripping the handle of my suitcase tighter than necessary.His jaw flexes slightly. “I’m offended,” he says calmly. “I brushed my teeth and everything before kidnapping you.”I almost laugh but I ignore him.“You know,” he adds lazily, “most people just admit when they’re having a good time.”I stiffen. “I’m not.”“Of course not,” he nods seriously. “That smile must’ve been a muscle spasm.”I’m quiet, because if I don’t, I’m going to crack the fuck up.He exhales slowly through his nose. “Isla—”“I need space,” I lied. “Real space. Not space where you can knock on a door and still be right there.”Hi

Chapter 130: Wilted pride

Zayne’s POVThe scent of roses clung to my fingers long after I sent them away. It was ridiculous, really.A grown man… pacing his hotel suite like a caged animal because of flowers. Because of one woman. Because of the possibility that she might still be angry enough to send them back.I dragged a hand through my hair and checked my phone again. Nothing. The silence from Isla… felt worse than any insult she could’ve thrown at me.I exhaled sharply and moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the evening lights stretching across the city. The skyline blurred as my thoughts spiraled back to her face earlier… the way her eyes softened for just a fraction of a second before she masked it with that infuriating composure she wore when she was hurt.I hated that I knew her well enough to see through it.My thumb hovered over her contact again. I swallowed. Still no reply. I started pacing again.Back and forth.Back and forth.The carpet muffled my footsteps, but it didn’t

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