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**Kian’s POV** The next morning I woke up early. I decided to give myself the day — the office could manage without me for once. But I couldn’t stay in bed any longer, so I got up and headed downstairs for coffee. The halls were still quiet. I figured everyone else was still asleep. When I walked into the kitchen, Serena was already there, fiddling with the coffee maker. “Hey. Good morning, Mr. Perfect,” she said with a small smile. “Good morning. You’re up early.” “Yeah, just came to get some coffee.” I walked over and gently took the things from her hands. “Sit. I’ll make it.” She sat on the stool by the island and watched me as I turned on the machine, the low hum filling the quiet kitchen. “You look better,” I said. “I feel better too. Thanks for being there yesterday.” I nodded. For a while it stayed quiet, just the sound of the coffee brewing. She stared at me, then started talking again, voice soft. “A penny for your thoughts,” I said. “I don’t know… sometimes I still

Kian’s POVFour days. That was exactly how long it had been since she walked in on us in the kitchen. Each day her silence got louder, more taunting. Each day I felt like I was losing pieces of myself. There was this voice inside me screaming that I should make her listen — whether she wanted to or not — but I couldn’t do that. Not to her.And Serena wasn’t stupid. She’d put the pieces together. She walked up to my door yesterday evening and just asked, “So you guys are… you like her.” Not “how could you” or “what about me.” I didn’t even try to defend myself. I just said I didn’t know. She went with that. Told me she was sorry for what happened. I told her not to apologize — it wasn’t her fault. Then I shut it down. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Serena had been avoiding me since. So now I have two problems on my hands.I’d given myself a week off work, handed things over to Serena. From the reports I was getting, she was handling everything perfectly. I was about to head int

Kian’s POV We both jerked apart the second the door flew open. Ariana fumbled with her dress, trying to pull it back up, her hands shaking. Dad stood there in the doorway, his face going through a bunch of things at once — shock first, then anger, then this heavy disappointment that made my stomach drop. He didn’t yell. His voice came out tight, controlled. “Serena never got home. She had an accident. Just got called by someone from the mainland hospital.” “What the…” The words barely made it out of my mouth. My brain felt like it short-circuited. I turned to look at Ariana. She was still trying to fix her dress, eyes wide. She whispered softly, almost too quiet to hear, “Go.” That was all I needed. I ran out of the room, Dad right behind me. We practically flew down the stairs and out the front door. One of the drivers was already waiting with the car. “Don’t worry, I’ll drive,” I said, snatching the keys from him. I got in fast, Dad sliding into the passenger seat as I starte

Ariana’s POVI thought the tension would have died down after that, but the air in the house stayed thick and heavy. Mum barely said anything to me or Kian. We spoke in private and agreed we should keep things down a notch for now. So all we did was exchange small smiles and quick glances most of the time. When we thought the risk was worth it, we’d steal a kiss, but we hadn’t had sex since that night. It has been more than a week now. Serena was better, and Kian tended to her most of the time. I refuse to talk about how I still felt about the whole situation. He promised nothing was going to happen again, and I might be acting stupid for believing it, but what could I do? All I wanted was to be with him. To be his. Maybe in another world it would be accepted and easy, but in this one… How did Dad say it again? “This family has rules and we had broken all of them.” His voice kept echoing in my mind. I started being out more because being at home kept my mind racing about the one thin

Kian’s POVI held her in my arms against my chest as she shook from her heavy orgasm, both of us breathing hard. She pressed her face into my chest and hugged me tight, her breathing slowly becoming more even. I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. I placed her gently on the bed, moving on top of her.I started kissing her from her stomach upwards, slow open-mouthed kisses, tasting the salt on her skin. But then I noticed she was still shaking — not the aftershocks kind, but something different. Something wrong.“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling back a little.She tried to hide her face, turning to the other side. I gently caught her chin and made her look at me. That’s when I saw it. Her eyes were glassy, nearly crying, looking scared and hurt. She raised her hands immediately to cover her face, trying to shield herself from me as she struggled to get off the bed. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her in place as she cried,