Hanna's POVHis eyes glistened as he looked at me, and my stomach churned under his gaze. One moment we were talking and teasing each other, and now he had suddenly gone silent, a smile on his lips and his eyes on my face. "What is it?" I asked shyly and bent my head. I could already feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Embarrassment was slowly washing over me. He chuckled lightly, obviously sensing my embarrassment. "You make me happy." He saidMy heart skipped a beat at those words. I looked back up at him and smiled. "Don't flatter me." I said it playfully and went back to eating my meal. "I have good news, by the way." Aaron said"Okay. What is it?" I asked and waited. "I think my mom might be starting to warm up to you; she's quite the unmovable wall, but I think she's starting to see reason." He saidI coughed, nearly choking on my own saliva. What?! Maureen Montgomery, a woman who hated my guts and referred to me as a bottom feeder, was warming up to me? I gulped down a
Hanna's POV"You're crying." He said with compassion. I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand and looked away, my attempt to prevent the tears where futile. "It's fine." I said and a sniffle followed, I couldn't believe how quickly I had broken down and began crying. "I didn't mean to." He said and brought a hand to my face. His thumb gently caressed my cheek, I was compelled to look up at him. The dark puddle of blackness he had for eyes were slowly drawing me in, like a gentle yet firm magnetic pull calling to my soul."I know." I saidIt was the little thoughts from the words his mother had planted in my head that were messing with my mind and making me react like that."What is it really?" He asked, reading my mind, " what's really bothering you?" "I don't know, maybe everything." I put brought a hand to his face, tracing his masculine chin and sideburns. "Is it about this morning?" He asked "This morning?" I said "The friend you went to meet, was it bad news?" He a
Aaron's POV My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I could almost feel the blood boiling in my veins. I was that pissed—more than pissed. Hanna was mine, and no one had the right to lay a finger on her or do as they wished with what was mine. The faster I drove, the angrier I felt; images of her face flooded my mind. I hadn't even thought to guess that it would be my mother, of all people, who had caused her to cry like that. I didn't know what exactly she said; frankly, I didn't want to. I knew my mother well enough to know that she could be an absolute evil stepmother with her words when she wanted to. The night was silent, and the roads were practically bare. The last thing I needed was accidentally running over someone, which was very likely with the level of blinding rage I was feeling. "Don't please." Hanna's plea rang in my ears; she didn't want me to go, but I couldn't help it. I wouldn't have been able to li
Maureen's POV"Aaron!" I called after him, but it was useless; he was already out the door. The maids who had finished clearing up the mess he had made scurried off, leaving me alone, confused, and almost fuming. How dare he? Come into my house and shout at me. His mother, just because of a filthy lowlife. It was all her fault; somehow she had brainwashed him and gotten her claws deep into him. I needed to get rid of her fast. I made my way back up the stairs and retired to my room. He had come all the way just to create a scene—the audacity, the disrespect. I could feel my nerves racking. I was doing this for him, for us, and for our family, yet he seemed convinced that I was the bad guy. How couldn't he see that our lives were so perfect until that Hanna woman came into the equation? My chest felt heavier and my breath was constrained, but I managed to sit on the bed and steady my breathing. Just thinking about it was going to give me a hypertensive stroke. No matter how hard
Hanna's POVI waited at the front door, looking out the window and waiting. I was wearing my nightgown, glancing at my phone every five seconds. I was waiting for Aaron to call me back. Maybe I should have just gone after him; I actually couldn't. He didn't look like I could stop him even if I begged him, so all I could do was wait, relax, and hope all was well. The relaxing part of the plan had gone out the window after the first few minutes of waiting, and then I tried calling him, but he wasn't answering my calls or returning them. A normal person in a scenario like this might have tried calling his family memes to know if he was alright, but what was I supposed to do when the only family member I knew was the one who hated my guts and was the cause of the problem? I didn't even have Maureen's number, and even if I did, what was I supposed to say? 'Hi, I know you hate me and all, but I just wanted to tell you that your son was currently speeding his way over to your place to ca
Hanna's POV My ear was planted in his chest, and I could hear his raging heartbeat slowly calming down. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond, but since it appeared the hug was something he wanted, I simply reciprocated it and remained still. I waited until his heartbeat sounded normal, slow, and steady, then I decided it was okay to speak. "Aaron, are you okay?" I asked That might have been the dumbest question to ask, but it was all I could think of. I could see how much he was trying to handle everything on his own and be the man; he was Aaron Montgomery, but still, under all that bravado and masculinity, he was still just a person with emotions. "I will be; everything is going to be fine now." He said it softly. I had no idea what that even meant. Had he finally convinced his mother, or was there something else I didn't know about? If everything was really going to be fine, why did he sound tired? Shouldn't he be happy? A million scenarios crossed my mind i
Hanna's POVI stretched my hand over the soft fabric of the mattress and was met with nothing. Still sleepy, I extended my hand a bit further, trying to feel for Aaron, but still, nothing. I opened my eyes and scanned the room. The morning sun rays were shining brightly through the windows, illuminating the room. "Aaron?" I called out lazily, but met with no reply. It took a while for it to register; the room was empty, and I was alone. I hadn't been dreaming about last night; this was Aaron's room, and I was sleeping in his bed, but then, where was he? I slid out of the mattress and exited the room. Maybe he had woken up and gone to work, but no, it wasn't time. Why hadn't he just woken me up as well? Stopping at my room, I stepped in and headed for the shower. Having the hot shower water running down my body felt like I was taking a dip in a rejuvenating lake. I grabbed a robe and stepped out. I couldn't stop this about last night. Was I sleeping beside him too forward? Did I
Aaron's POV"My mother is better left alone." I said this in response to Hanna's question. I couldn't go back to my mother, not after she had made her choice. I didn't hate her for it; no matter what, she was my mother, and I truly loved her, but if it meant I had to cut her off to get her to stop meddling in my life, then that was what I intended to do. "Aaron." Hanna pleaded I was shocked she even wanted me to make up with my mother; she had to have had one of the purest hearts ever to be willing to forgive her even after everything. "I've made up my mind." I said firmly that I wasn't bulging in the matter. She sighed,"Okay, if that's what you want, then it's fine." She said "I have to get going; take care of yourself, okay?" I said that and stood to leave. "Yeah, sure." She said goodbye and hugged me. I grabbed my phone off the table and left for work. I caught myself involuntarily stealing glances at my phone. I was waiting for Maureen to call. Normally, she would have c
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