The Plot In You Don T Look Away Novels & Stories

If it fails, I won’t just be humiliated, I’ll lose ground I’ve clawed to earn. Halfway through, just as I reach for my glass of water, I feel it again. That gaze. I glance up. Alaric is watching me. Not the slides. Not the numbers. Me. My stomach coils. I force my hand to stay steady as I set the glass down. He’s still staring. Not blinking. Not smiling. Just looking. I glare right back. Shake my head. Lean forward slightly. “Focus on the meeting,” I whisper, cold and low enough for only him to hear.

He stepped back, not out of fear, but because the weight of too many stares had begun to gather, whispers already circling like sharks sensing blood in water. For now, he let go. For now. But his parting look at Imogen burned with something dark. Something dangerous. “See you later, beauty.” Imogen’s skin prickled. She knew trouble when she saw it. Adam said nothing. He simply guided her away — out of the ballroom. “Should I take you to your room?” he asked, his tone calm, almost indifferent. Imogen, still shaken, gave a small nod. “Thanks.” *** Adam said nothing. He simply guided her away from the ballroom with quiet patience.

He walked quickly, not noticing me at all in the corner. I quietly watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, not calling out to him or feeling any reluctance. As the private jet slowly climbed into the clouds, the Corleone territory on the ground shrank into blurred points of light. I leaned back in my seat and finally let out a breath. After six years of obsession, a long dream, I was now fully awake. The winds of Sicily, carrying the salty scent of the sea, were waiting for me thousands of miles away. As for everything tied to the Corleone family, the harm, the betrayal, the deception, it all belonged in the past.

Dolby is the best to treat Autumn, then I let her. I still sat on where I've been before. I thought it should be her family to come in first. I will just wait here with Jarred, Lucy, and Brian. Oh, don't forget Sophia. She's waiting too but she has been quiet this whole time. I saw Lucy walked to the window to see Autumn inside. I know Lucy wanted to meet Autumn but of course, she needs to wait. "Ethan? Aren't you coming with us?" Dominic's wife said, looking at me in front of Autumn's room.

In order to get a closer look, he moved right next to the couch and stood next to a company of spectators. Suddenly, he saw her. Their eyes met only for an instant and then she looked away. The woman across the couch staring at the sex scene looked like Eva Broussard but was she? She had looked at him and then looked away without showing any expression of recognition. Luke continued to gaze at her while she watched the fucking scene unfolding before her. Finally her eyes went up to meet his own and she looked away nervous and perplexed.

"Then what?" Dargo closes his eyes again before he grits out slowly like it kills him to speak the words, "Stop. looking. at. her." "Seriously?" Oscar asks, appearing stunned. Wincing, Dargo confirms, "Seriously." Speechless, Oscar finally drags his gaze from me and purposely looks away. Focusing his attention on nothing down the street. Relaxing his grip around my throat even more, Dargo's posture slumps and he lets out yet another sigh. "Thank you."

Winslet and Eliza exchanged a fleeting, triumphant glance. Whatever his tone, Greyson had finally yielded. But just as they stepped out of the room— A scream split through the air. Piercing. Terrified. Greyson froze for half a heartbeat, then bolted toward the sound. The Beta and several guards rushed after him. Guests rose from their seats, drawn by morbid curiosity to investigate the commotion. Outside the storage room, a maid sat crumpled on the floor, gasping for breath, her face ghostly pale.

Blaze ended the call and returned to her position on the couch next to Margot. Once again, the little girl didn’t acknowledge her presence in any way. Blaze stared blindly at the television. Her heart was banging against her rib cage as though she’d just danced a solo. Because Fabien called? Because he’d said nice things to her and made her think about things it was best she never thought about again? A grinding, clicking noise drew her attention back to the television. The picture was flashing off and on, the image distorted into pixels. She was reaching for the remote control when the machine gave a final mechanical groan and the picture died altogether, the screen cutting to blue.

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."

As security hauled her away, Rosa screamed hoarsely, "Mr. Cruz! Mr. Cruz! I truly wanted to marry you! Look at me!" She grabbed Dominic's pant leg—only for him to kick her in the stomach. The fire in her eyes instantly died. As I walked out of the studio, Vanessa—who had come with me abroad—leaned in to gossip. "Yvonne, take a look at this!" I didn't even glance over, just muttering an "oh" in response. "That's all you're going to say? Weren't you really into watching the wedding?"