AARON'S POVI traced the corners of the envelope with my finger and put my ear. It was quite shocking to receive an invitation from my mom when I hadn't even been informed about the event. "Hello." Her voice came through the phone."Morning, I just got your card." I said "Good, is that why you're calling me?" She asked My mom wasn't the party freak; actually, I think she preferred smaller gatherings unless she didn't have a chance, which was why this came as a surprise."What's the occasion?" I asked"Didn't you read the card?" She asked backI glanced at the card again. I had read it before, but I let my eyes scan through it again. It didn't really give details; it just stated it was an invite for a little party my mom wanted to host."I did, but I still don't get it." I said "What exactly don't you get?" She asked"Is it a business thing?" I asked; that was the only explanation that came to mind. Once in a while she hosted events just to keep in touch with business associates an
HANNA'S POV "Step back." I said quickly. He looked into my eyes for a while, like he was debating whether or not to listen to me; eventually he took a few steps back, and I felt relief wash over me. "I know, I messed up, and I don't get to just walk in like nothing happened. I've realized that I was an idiot for hurting you. So at least I just want to be your friend." He said he sounded more reasonable than the man I remembered him to be. "I don't think..." I was about to tell him it wasn't a good idea, but he interrupted me. "Yeah, I know, you don't think it's a good idea. But I'm here if you ever need me. Still, I'll stay out of your life; that's what you want, right?" He said "Yeah," I said softly.He nodded and gestured to the door, as if saying I was free to leave, and that was exactly what I did. Without hesitation, I pulled upon the door and walked out of the building. My heart was pounding mercilessly against my chest; I still couldn't tell what I was so afraid of. I w
Aaron's POV I got off the phone with Greg, the head of my tech department. I told him I lost one of my phones and needed it tracked, which was a lie, but either way I wanted the location. It was actually Hanna's phone; after finding out she had lied about her whereabouts, I guess all restraint went right out the window. It was probably illegal to track someone's cell phone, but I had bought the phone for her, so in a way it was my property as well. I tapped my lower lip with the end of my pen and waited; there was no use trying to work. It wouldn't work after what had just happened; where had she gone that she felt the need to lie to me? I hoped I was just overthinking, but something in my gut said I wasn't, and I trusted my gut. After what felt like hours, my phone buzzed, and I rushed to grab it; it was Greg. Finally. "Could you find it?" I asked "Yes, sir, I sent the location to your mail. Do you want me to send some guys down to retrieve it?" He asked No, all I needed was t
Aaron's POVI kept looking into her guilty eyes; she wasn't answering my question, almost like she was stalling. There was no use; I wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she. Seeing her in a tight spot almost made my head bleed. A part of me wanted to hold her in arms and tell her she didn't need to tell me, and we could forget it ever happened. And then there was a part of me that was furious, furious that she had lied to me. "Hanna?" I said softly, I didn't want to frighten or intimidate her; frankly, I just wanted the truth. She shut her eyelids, cutting off my access to stare into her soul. Her chest heaved as she sighed; she was struggling; I could see that much. "I lied about being at home when you called." She confessedI felt a bit better hearing her confession, but that wasn't the detail I needed; I had already known she was lying."Why did you feel like you had to lie to me?" I askedHer eyes were still closed, like she was too afraid to look at me, or maybe it was sha
Hanna's POV We ate dinner in silence. I'd occasionally steal a few glances at him, but his eyes were always down, fixed on his plate. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and it was driving me insane. He had said he forgave me; he even kissed me to convince me, but I still felt bad. I wasn't expecting him to ease my guilt;; that was on me, but the fact that he seemed withdrawn from me now was the real torture. "How was work?" I asked Since I couldn't take the silence anymore, I might as well start small talk."Good,," he said. "Good to know." I said and basically gave up. "Oh, that reminds me." He said and finally looked up, "My mom sent a couple of invites for the both of us." Okay, this was a good start to a conversation, but what were we being invited to?? "Invites for what?" I asked "She's hosting a small party at her place." He explained"Any special occasion?" I asked "Not really," he answered. Leave it to rich people to plan a party for no reason. I wasn't sure I wa
Hanna's POV"It's a pleasure to meet you; I'm a bit shocked, I must confess." Mr. Callahan said I smiled politely and hoped Aaron would lead us away already. As if reading my mind, Aaron smiled and politely told him we had to leave. "Well, we have to go meet my mom; have a nice night." He said, and he led me through the crowd.I spotted Maureen with a can of elderly-looking women; she looks easy and natural with the environment. I guess maybe she did have a point before, thinking I didn't fit into the social class."There you are." She said when she saw us approaching. She used a hand to move a lady that was in front of her and walked towards us. Not to be a causer of mischief or anything, but if I were that lady, I'd be offended, or maybe rich people were just so used to treating each other like trash; that would explain a lot. She hugged me gently, and Aaron gave her a kiss on the cheek."Did you just get here?" She asked, facing me."Yeah, not so long ago," I answered."Have
Hanna's POV "I don't suppose that's really any of your business, Darlene; you should concern yourself with your own family rather than others." Maureen spoke before I could answer the question myself. I looked to her, surprised at her defending me. She was defending me, right? Because a part of me felt like she was hiding the parts of me she found disgracing; I couldn't really blame her though; wasn't I hiding them as well? Darlene rolled her eyes and sipped on her wine. I would have felt back for her, but she was a nosy old woman after all. "At least tell us how you met Aaron; I never pictured him as the kind to get in a relationship; he always had an eye for business instead." Margaret said "He was my knight in shining armor; he helped me through a difficult time in my life." I said that was the best I could think of without really giving anything away. Maureen remained silent and sipped from her glass; maybe she wasn't very pleased by my choice of words, or maybe she was just
AARON'S POV I caught a glimpse of Hanna headed up the stairs, and I felt a small bubble of worry build inside me. What had happened? Where was she going? "Excuse me, gentlemen, I have something extremely urgent I must attend to." I excused myself for the group of businessmen I had been talking to. I searched around for my mom and instantly spotted her; she was by the water fountain having a conversation with someone I didn't quite recognize. Brilliant choice Mother, you chose to leave Hanna stranded and go talk to some stranger. Typical. I walked as fast as I could and eventually caught up to her as she walked down the corridor. It was pretty quiet, and my steps were considerably loud, so I was surprised when she hadn't even turned or flinched as I approached her. What was she thinking about? I put my hand on her shoulder, and I felt her jerk. She turned around, and I met her eyes. She looked tired, like she was exhausted and almost on the verge of tears. Maybe the party
Aaron’s POVThe low hum of the city filtered in through the windows as I sat in my office, staring at the paperwork spread out in front of me. The numbers blurred together, and I realized, for the first time in a long while, I was finding it impossible to concentrate.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face. I’d been doing everything I could to keep things running smoothly at Spears Real Estate, especially after the chaos of Hanna’s kidnapping and the media storm that followed. But no matter how hard I tried to keep my head in the game, my thoughts always drifted back to her.Hanna.She’d been staying at my place ever since the hospital released her, and though she was physically healing, I could tell she was still struggling emotionally. The trauma from what Michael put her through was something that wasn’t going to fade overnight. But that wasn’t the only thing on her mind. I knew she was trying to figure out where she fit in my life—if she even had a place there. And
Hanna’s POVI had thought that once I was back on my feet, things would start feeling normal again. But standing here in Aaron’s penthouse, watching the city lights blink outside the window, it was clear that "normal" was nowhere in sight. Not after everything that happened with Michael.It had been a few weeks since I’d been released from the hospital, and while my body was healing, my mind was far from it. I still woke up in the middle of the night, heart pounding in my chest, haunted by the sound of Michael’s voice and the feel of cold steel against my skin. But even worse were the thoughts that followed—thoughts about Aaron, about what we’d become after all of this.Aaron had been nothing but supportive, always there when I needed him. He had gone from cold and distant to someone I could rely on, someone who made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. But that safety came with complications. The more time I spent around him, the harder it was to ignore the growing ten
Aaron’s POVThe elevator doors slid shut behind me with a soft click, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stared at my reflection in the polished metal, the dark circles under my eyes and the tightness in my jaw a testament to how much weight I’d been carrying lately. I looked like hell, but that didn’t matter right now. Not when Hanna was upstairs, resting, still healing from the trauma she had just gone through.And now, as if dealing with Michael hadn’t been enough, Maureen had reappeared, dragging her own shadow over everything. She had come to my home—Hanna’s temporary refuge—to check on her. Or so she said. But I knew better. Maureen was never one to act out of kindness or concern. There was always an agenda.I could still hear her voice, calm and composed, as she had stood in the hallway only moments ago, trying to justify her involvement with Michael. "It was never part of the plan for her to get hurt," she had said, as if that made everything better.I clenched my fists, a
Hanna’s POV The soft murmur of voices outside the bedroom filtered through the door, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Every inch of my body ached, bruises blooming across my skin, a cruel reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. I shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft glow over the plush surroundings. Aaron’s apartment—no, his sanctuary—was a far cry from the cold, sterile hospital room I had woken up in earlier. He had insisted on bringing me here the moment the doctors cleared me for release, refusing to let me spend another night under harsh fluorescent lights and beeping monitors. I was grateful, but I couldn’t shake the heavyness in my chest. I hadn’t just escaped Michael’s grasp; I’d barely clawed my way out, and the cost was starting to weigh on me. Everything felt surreal. I was safe now—at least, physically—but my mind kept replaying
Hanna’s POVThe night air hit me like a cold slap, jolting me back to reality as my lungs burned with every gasping breath. My legs ached, but I kept running. I didn’t have a destination in mind—just the desperate urge to get away from Michael. The knife was still clutched tightly in my hand, and I could feel its weight grounding me, a reminder that I had finally fought back. But as I rounded the corner of the building, a crushing thought stopped me in my tracks. Aaron. I had left Aaron behind.What was freedom without him?My feet skidded to a halt, and I leaned against the brick wall, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. How could I have run? I had left Aaron alone in that room with Michael, with a man who was out of his mind. Michael wouldn’t stop at anything. He was dangerous, and now Aaron was at his mercy.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the panic that was rising inside me, but the fear wouldn’t let up. Images of Aaron—bleeding, hurt, or worse—floode
HANNA As I emerged from behind the dumpster, Aaron's eyes locked onto mine, filled with relief and concern. His face, etched with worry, softened as he took in my disheveled appearance. I collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down my face, as the weight of our ordeal finally began to lift."Thank God you're safe," he whispered, holding me tightly. His warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, but this time it was a comforting sensation. I felt protected, sheltered from the horrors we'd faced. The sirens and chaos surrounding us faded into the background as I buried my face in his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm my own racing pulse.We stood there for what felt like an eternity, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Aaron's hands cradled my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears as he searched my eyes for any sign of hurt. I knew he was looking for more than physical wounds; he was searching for the emotional scars that Michael had inflicted. I tri
Hanna’s POVMy heart raced in my chest as I felt the weight of the knife in my hand. The cold steel was both a comfort and a curse. I had finally found a way to fight back, but I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go to protect myself. Michael’s eyes widened in shock as he took a step back, his hand pressed against the wound. “Are you insane?” he hissed, a mix of disbelief and anger in his voice. The blood seeped through his fingers, staining the fabric of his shirt. “Let me go, Michael,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me. “This is over.”He took another cautious step back, assessing the situation, but I could see the anger boiling in his eyes. “You think you can just stab me and walk out of here?” he spat, a cruel smile creeping across his face. “You don’t understand who you’re dealing with.”“I understand perfectly,” I shot back, my grip tightening on the knife. “I know you’re a coward who thinks he can control everything with fear. But not anymore.”M
Hanna’s POV“Are you done?” Micheal askedMy eyes were on the keys he had hooked to his belt buckle, the keys to the door.I nodded and pushed the plate of half-eaten steak towards him.I held my breath and watched his face for a reaction as he picked up the plate and left the room nothing. He hadn’t noticed anything, great. I slid the knife out ofmy pocket and held the sharp edge to the wires binding my arms. It was extremely uncomfortable having to hold the handle with my fingertips while trying to cut through the wires.Fortunately, it was slowly making a dent, but it was torture seeing how slow it was. I was starting to lose hope in using the knife when I heard footsteps approaching, and I hurriedly slid the knife underneath my buttocks and sat on it. Michael returned back, this time with my phone to his ear. He was talking to someone, and there was a satisfied grin on his face. Had Faith managed to get him what he wanted? I felt bad for her; she was dragged into all this simply
Aaron’s POV“Aaron wait!” My mommom said and rushed towards me,“I can handle it; don’t put yourself at risk.” She added“You had your chance. I already have this,this, so just stay out of the way.” I said and held up the bracelet I had taken from her room a few minutes ago.“If you hadn’t done it in the first place,place, I wouldn’t need to put myself in danger.” I said, She had herself to blame for all this.“I was thinking about our family;; I did this for you as well,,” she said.said. “I didn’t ask you to.” I said “You didn’t have to;; I’m your mother;; it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” She said Her idea of responsibility was incredibly messed up.“That wasn’t your choice. You nearly ruined my life.” I said if I was too late to save Hanna, then she would have completely ruined my life. I’d never forgive her then.“She wasn’t good for you.” She said “That wasn’t your decision to make.” I said and walked towards my car.car.“Are you really going to do this?” She asked