I glanced back at Alexander, lying so still on the bed. My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Despite everything, despite the hurt and the complications, I still cared about him. The thought of walking away, of not being here when he woke up… if he woke up… it felt like a betrayal. Liam’s express
Lauren Abigail’s small frame framed by the harsh light of window, cradle in my arms with the heart monitors beep filling out ears. Her brown eyes, so much like mine yet holding a depth of understanding far beyond her years, something I’ve seen more in Own then my little sunshine. Her gaze was loc
Alexander Pain surged through me before I could even open my eyes, sharp and unrelenting. It clawed its way from my head down to my ribs, each breath a jagged edge slicing through me. Voices buzzed faintly in the background, muffled and distant. Then, like a crack of lightning splitting the darkn
Lauren “What are you doing here?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper as my breath hit Alexander. “You should be in the hospital.” He stood over me, his eyes locking into mine, his elbow beading a dot of blood from the hospital. “Sophia told me you left,” he said, his tone accusing bu
His jaw tightened, and his voice cracked as he replied, “I don’t expect you to forget. I don’t expect anything except for you to hear me out. I don’t even understand why you did all that—” he stopped, like he was afraid if he pushed to hard, I might just disappear. “Lauren…” He stepped closer, the
Lauren I tore myself away, the heat of Alexander’s lips still searing into mine, a phantom touch that refused to fade even as the icy grip of reality clenched my chest. My breath came in sharp, shallow bursts, but it wasn’t passion that stole my air—it was the weight of the truth I had just unlea
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. But the ache in my chest whispered that I might already regret it. Alexander Her words echoed in my mind, a relentless torment I couldn’t escape. Abigail is Liam’s. Her and Liam, marriage. ‘I’m staying with him.’ Lies. They had to be lies. Lauren wouldn’t—couldn’t—choose
Abigail The house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin prickle and your thoughts grow louder than they should be. I sat cross-legged on the thick carpet of my bedroom, staring at the ceiling, my fingers twisting a strand of my hair over and over again. Then I heard the glass frame
Owen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
He pick up a tea pot, examining it, completely unbothered. “I could give you everything back. Everything you lost. The status, the power, the wealth. I’m sure you miss it. I can offer you everything you lost. Status. Power. The world that should’ve been yours.”I straightened before letitng out a sc
SophiaIt was one of those night, the ones where everything felt like it was still. The cabin was quiet, save for the gentle crackling of the fire. I had a mug of tea in hand, the warmth seeping into my fingers as I stared out at the barren trees.My cheeks were still cool from my tears, but I had c
I didn’t even try to hide it. Why bother? He was by the pond, chopping wood like it was a hobby, not a chore. Sunlight danced on the water, turning everything a little less ugly—or maybe I was just getting used to it. The cabin. The earthy smell. The life I was forced to engage with.For a moment, I