LOGINIvonne's povI didn’t even get a chance to scream before I was attacked.A rough hand clamped over my mouth from behind, cutting off the gasp before it could escape, and I was yanked backward so hard my feet nearly left the ground.My heart slammed against my ribs.No. No no no— Not again!I thrashed instantly, nails digging into skin, heels scraping uselessly against the gravel path as whoever it was dragged me away from the glow of the manor lights. They were terrifyingly strong. Stronger than any person I’d ever struggled against, Especially stronger than the people who attacked me last time.Every step I fought for, they took two without effort, pulling me farther and farther from the safety of the manor.Panic exploded in my chest.I twisted, elbowing backward, stomping down as hard as I could but The grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, the arm around my torso locking around me like iron.Oh Goddess! What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to get out of this?!Th
Ivonne's povI kept my eyes on the window as Justin’s car rolled smoothly down the road, the city lights blurring into long streaks of gold and white. The glass was cool against my temple, and for a moment, I pretended I was alone in the car, that the heavy conversation from earlier hadn’t happened at all.The silence stretched peacefully.Then Justin cleared his throat. “Ivonne… I want to say it again. I’m sorry. What I said back there—about Hector, about your choices—it wasn’t my place.”I exhaled slowly, my breath fogging the glass for a second before fading. “I know,” I said quietly. “And… I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “It’s a touchy topic,” he said, almost gently. “I get that.”“It really is,” I admitted. “You hit a nerve. A very painful one.”He nodded, fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “I figured as much.”We fell quiet again, but this time the silence wasn’t sharp. It
Ivonne's POV I must have stood there for a second too long with the silence between us stretching until it became awkward and too loud in my ears.Justin frowned, his brows pulling together as he studied my face. “Ivonne, are you okay?… did I do something wrong?” he asked slowly. “Because you just went from connecting with me to… gone.”I inhaled and steadied myself. I could still feel that jolt in my chest, the shock of realizing whose face had flashed through my mind, whose lips I wanted without thinking. I hated that it had rattled me this much.“No,” I said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”“Then what was that?” he pressed. “You looked like you saw a ghost.”"Don't exaggerate Justin."I forced a small smile and stepped back, creating space between us on the stage. “But also… you remember this is supposed to be a fake date right?. I thought We agreed on that.”His expression shifted. “I know what we agreed on,” he said, softer now. “But I also know what I feel.”I sighed and
Ivonne's povHow does he know any of this?!Juatin smiles and sits on the edge of the stage and gestures for me to come closer. I walk toward him slowly, like I’m afraid something might break if I move too fast.“You were 8 years old and was very excited because you are supposed to play the Moon Goddess in the biggest show of the city that year,” he begins, voice warm and storytelling-smooth.I nod faintly. “But everything turned bad because My costume got ruined.”“Everyone knew it was Not ruined, it was intentionally Destroyed,” he corrects. “By some jealous brat who wanted your role. They said she threw paint on it? Or cut it? No one ever confessed.”I nodded as Flashes of that night burst back in my mind. I could recall the panicked adults running around, shouting, swearing, trying to salvage something that couldn’t be saved.“Everyone thought the show was over,” Justin continues. “The director was on the verge of fainting. Your mom was crying. Your dad looked like he wanted to fi
Ivonne’s POVWe soon reached the venue for our date and Justin slows the car before pulling over in front of… whatever the heck this was supposed to be.I blink at the windshield, then lean forward as if squinting will somehow make the tall run down building transform into something less… depressing.It’s an abandoned structure, gray, peeling walls, boarded-up windows, the kind of place you expect stray cats to unionize in. The whole thing looks like it’s been sitting here since the civil war, quietly accepting its fate.“…Justin?” I say slowly. “Are we lost? Did the GPS give up on life?”Justin just grins at me, dimples out like he’s proud of himself. “We’re here.”“Here where?” I gesture dramatically at the corpse of a building before us. “Because this looks like the kind of place people go right before a true-crime documentary starts.”He cuts the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt like this is all normal. “Come on.”My jaw drops. “No. No, Justin, explain. What is this?”He looks ov
Ivonne's POVBy the time I finally got downstairs, the office was almost completely empty. Thank the Goddess, because The last thing I needed was someone seeing me walk out all dressed up to meet Justin and then spreading rumors about me juggling my ex Lincoln, my fiancee Hector, and Justin like some kind of fucked up walking soap opera.I already knew the whispers in the company and the country as a whole were bad enough so I definitely didn’t need to add gasoline to that fire.I hugged my bag a little tighter and started power-walking toward the front door, hoping to slide out unseen. I was literally two steps from freedom when—“Ivonne!”Ah shit!I froze mid-stride.No. Not now.I slowly turned, already bracing myself.Mr. Larry stood near the reception, coat over one arm, his brows raised with that fatherly concern he always tried to hide but failed miserably at.“Uh… good evening, Mr. Larry,” I said, clearing my throat and forcing a smile.He walked toward me, his gaze dropping t







