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Chapter 21: They Touch What's Mine

Something’s wrong. I feel it before I even look up from my phone. Ian's been gone too long. He said he just needed the bathroom. Five minutes, maybe ten, but it’s been almost twenty. The cashier keeps asking if I’m ready to pay, but I can’t focus. My eyes keep darting toward the hallway he disappeared into. I try to stay calm. Maybe he just got caught up fixing his clothes, or maybe the pregnancy made him feel a little sick. But deep down, something twists in my gut. A tight, coiling tension, an instinct I’ve learned never to ignore. I drop the clothes, push past the confused cashier, and walk fast toward the bathroom corridor. Empty. "Tiger?" I call, my voice sharp, echoing off the tiled walls. No answer. I don’t wait another second. My footsteps turn into a sprint. I shove open the men’s bathroom door. Nothing. And then I see it, barely noticeable, but there, on the floor near the sink, I see a drop of blood. My vision goes red. Someone took him. Someone fucking touched w

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-26

Chapter 22: Healing Hearts

I woke up feeling sore all over my body, like a million bricks had fallen on top of me. I tried opening my eyes, but the blinding lights made my head spin. I squinted, letting my vision adjust before opening them again fully. The room was quiet, the soft hum of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic hanging in the air.It was a private hospital room, sleek, modern, and quiet. The walls were painted a soft cream, and a large window let in morning sunlight through sheer curtains. A single vase of white lilies sat on a nearby table, giving off a gentle fragrance. The bed was soft, the sheets tucked perfectly. Everything about the room felt peaceful.I felt something warm holding my hand.I looked down and saw Alex fast asleep, sitting on a chair beside the bed, his head resting on the mattress. He slept here through the night. The sight of him made my heart swell. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. That usual frown on his face had softened, replaced with a boyish calm.I sat up slow

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-28

Chapter 23: Return of The Past

Ian's POVIt's Sunday-no maids today-so I'm alone in the living room, half-watching a show while waiting for Alex to return. He said he wanted me to try pizza for the first time. He even showed me a picture; it looked really enticing. He was also getting spaghetti, just in case I didn't like the pizza.Physically, I'm fine now. My injuries are gone, like they were never there. Thankfully, no scars. But Alex has been treating me like a fragile porcelain doll-carrying me up and down the stairs even when I insisted I could walk.Amanda and Alexandra left yesterday, saying they had more places to tour. I just hope their spaghetti tastes as good as Sandra's. Speaking of Sandra... was she at the house the day it exploded?Shit. That thought never even crossed my mind. And she didn't have a phone either... Wait. I think I saved her daughter's number as her emergency contact. I grabbed my phone and scrolled until I found it, then hit call."Hello?" a young voice answered."Hi, are you Sandra'

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-30

Chapter 24: Cost of Silence

Alex POV.My hands tightened around the handle as I shut the door, locking it behind me. I leaned against the wooden frame, heart pounding like I was standing in the middle of a battlefield.Shit.I never meant to hurt him, I swear.I just hurt the one perfect person who makes this worthless life worth living.The one who makes me want to live beyond the Volkov name, who makes me feel something I’ve never felt before.And now... I'm the reason he's hurting.The emotions on his face when he threw me the card, hurt, betrayal, heartbreak, his raw pain tore through me.What have I done?I completely forgot about Bianca. It’s like she never even existed in the first place.Now Ian probably thinks I played him.Because I lied. Not with words, but with silence.And sometimes, silence screams louder.I need to fix this. I can’t lose Ian because of Bianca.Not now.Not when I just found something real.I stormed downstairs to see the person I dreaded most. Bianca.She acts like the devil behin

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-03

Chapter 25: His Touch, My weakness

I woke up with a throbbing headache.“Shit… what the hell?” I muttered, eyes barely open.The brightness of the room hit me like a slap, making the pain worse. I groaned, throwing my hands over my face, then slowly parted my fingers to ease into the light. I sat up groggily and dragged myself into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and standing under a hot shower longer than usual, I felt a little better. Still, the ache in my head persisted.I tossed on a pair of joggers and a hoodie before heading downstairs. I’d checked the bathroom cabinets earlier, but there weren’t any painkillers. Where the hell does this man keep his drugs?It was Sunday, which meant no maids were around. I flopped onto the couch and stared at the blank TV screen.This week had been hell.Alex and I hadn’t spoken since that incident. I told him I needed space, but not seeing him for a whole week had taken a toll on me.I missed him.More than I should.I was starving, too. And it’s not my fault I can’t cook

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-05

Chapter 26: Between Our Bodies

As soon as Alex parked the car, I bolted out and made my way inside the house before he could even stop me. Shit, I can't believe I'm actually running from him right now. Just as I was about to slam the bedroom door shut, his foot wedged between it and the frame, halting it mid-close.How did he get here so fast?Before I could retreat to the bathroom, he spun me around, both hands planting themselves on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My eyes darted everywhere, everywhere but him."Why are you running from me, Tiger?" His voice was low, thick with something dangerous and intimate. It sent a shiver slicing through my spine."I...""Always look at me when I'm talking to you, Tiger," he commanded, his tone deep and edged with authority.My breath hitched. I forced myself to look up. His gaze pinned me in place. My knees weakened."I'm waiting for my answer, Ian.""I... I wasn't running," I replied, voice barely steady."I hate when you lie to me, Tiger," he rasped,

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-07

Chapter 27: The Morning We Fell

Sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I shifted slightly, warm under the thick duvet. My back was pressed against something firm yet comforting: Alex’s chest. For a moment, I just lay there, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull me into a dreamlike calm. His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist, even in his sleep, like he was afraid I might disappear. I slowly turned around to get a better look at him. His lashes were long, almost delicate, brushing against his skin as he slept. His jawline, sharp and kissable, was relaxed now, free from the weight of his usual scowl and authority. His lips (God, those lips) were slightly parted in sleep. He looked peaceful. Soft. Human. Beautiful. My heart fluttered, an ache blooming in my chest at how perfect he looked, at how much he meant to me. I wanted to freeze this moment, lock it somewhere deep inside, and keep it forever. “You can take a picture, Tiger. It’ll last long

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-10

Chapter 28: The Weight Of Love

Alexander POVThe sound of the television hummed softly in the background, but I wasn’t paying attention. Not really.Ian sat curled up beside me on the couch, his head resting on my shoulder, a large bowl of popcorn balanced between us. Every now and then, he reached into it absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the screen, completely engrossed in the ridiculous drama playing out in front of us.I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at him.I was still reeling from earlier that day, when he told me he loved me too. I hadn’t expected it. I never thought someone like me could be loved that way. Not by someone like him.He laughed at something the lead character said, something that wasn’t remotely funny, and the sound lit up something warm in my chest. His laugh had a way of making the world feel less cold. Less heavy.God, I could watch him like this forever.He looked so at peace in my home, in our home now, because I would never let him go. I wanted to grow old with him, raise our chi

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-11

Chapter 29: A Seat At The Table

I was sitting at the dining table, patiently waiting for Alex to finish bathing so he could make me breakfast. It was already 11 a.m., and I was starving. At this point, I really needed to learn how to cook, because me and these kids weren’t going to wait for their dumbass father to finish pampering himself before we ate.Honestly, I never liked the idea of a maid cooking for my kids. What if someone tried to poison their food? Everyone would want to hurt the next heir to the throne.The ringing of the doorbell dragged me out of my thoughts. I stood up, waddling toward the door. The walk was slow and painful, thanks to my swollen legs. I opened the door to find a woman, maybe in her late forties. She had soft blonde curls tied back into a neat bun, her figure elegant and tall. But it was her eyes, icy blue and familiar, that caught me off guard. The same piercing eyes Alexandra had.“Hello, dear. You must be Ian,” she said with a warm, radiant smile.“Yes, I am,” I replied, blinking i

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-10-13

Chapter 30: A Christmas To Remember.

Alexander's POVThe scent of pine and cinnamon hung thick in the air, curling into every corner of the house like a warm embrace. It was just past 6 a.m., the sky outside still cloaked in sleepy winter gray. I sat at the dining table, cradling a mug of strong coffee between my palms, watching the chaos unfold in what used to be my quiet living room."Can you all try not to sound like a bunch of high school kids?" I muttered, my voice low and lazy. "Ian's still asleep upstairs."Amanda rolled her eyes from where she stood on the couch, struggling to hang a glittering strand of lights above the fireplace. “It’s Christmas, Alex. You want us to decorate in silence?”"Yes, actually," I deadpanned, taking a sip. "Preferably without stomping around like two-year-olds.""Don't be such a killjoy," Alexandra chimed in from behind the tree, fluffing branches with military precision. "It’s your first Christmas with Ian. You’re supposed to be glowing with festive spirit.""I’m glowing with caffein

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