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Prince’s POV I never planned for things to go further, and I’m not sure what came over me in the shower. For a moment, it was like everything clicked. We’re here, stuck in this situation, and if there’s ever a time I can indulge in these feelings I’ve buried for Ghost, it’s now. No one needs to know what happened in the shower—it’s between us. A secret. And it’ll stay that way. I told myself I could do it, convince myself it was nothing more than necessity, and move on. But afterward? I wanted more. I don’t understand why, and that’s what terrifies me. Maybe that’s why I pushed for more in the shower—I needed to see if it was just curiosity, or if it was something deeper. “You’re thinking hard,” Ghost murmurs, his voice cutting through my thoughts. I look at him, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. “You’re regretting it now,” he laughs lightly, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. “I'm not regretting it,” I reply quickly, my voice quieter than I intended. “I just
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prince pov Ghost watches me, silent and unmoving, his gaze fixed on me in a way that makes me pause. “What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I look back at him. He shrugs, a small, almost imperceptible motion. “Nothing.” “No,” I press, narrowing my eyes. “You’re staring at me. Why?” For a moment, he doesn’t answer, his lips twitching like he’s debating whether or not to say anything. Finally, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You looked so fucking happy,” he admits, his tone soft and raw. “Like before, when we used to meet in secret and didn’t know who we were. It felt… nice.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. For a brief second, I’d almost forgotten all the shit we’re tangled in. But, of course, he had to go and remind me. I nod, not trusting myself to say anything, and he pulls away, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. He sits back down, sipping silently, while my thoughts churn. We’ve done what they wanted. We’ve fucked. They’ve got their video.
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prince pov All this time, I assumed Ghost didn’t have boundaries when it came to this kind of thing. But now? I’m realizing just how wrong I was. “I should’ve asked about Josie,” Ghost mutters, rubbing his face. “I didn’t even think.” “She’ll be fine,” I say quickly, though the words feel hollow even to me. “They won’t hurt her. If they did, they’d lose their leverage.” At least, I hope that’s true. “Josie’s not the issue right now—we are.” He nods slightly, his gaze still distant. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, his tone flat, almost emotionless. “If you want to refuse, fine. If you want to risk our sisters’ lives, go ahead. If you want to agree to their plan and fuck until they have enough footage, then fine. Whatever you want.” His words are cold, cutting, and I find myself staring at him, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. “What’s gotten into you?” I ask, my voice quieter now. “I’m in fucking pain, Prince. That’s what.” He collapses onto the bed with a gr
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prince pov My blood runs cold as I realize where he’s going with this. “At some point, he’ll realize covering up this dirty little secret isn’t going to last,” I mutter. “And then what?” The man’s grin widens, as if he already knows the answer. I glance at him, my jaw clenching. “Then he’ll make sure there’s a body—mine or Ghost’s—and let the news spread that his family is clean again.” “Exactly,” he says, stepping back with a satisfied expression. “And the war between the two families will explode, leaving neither side standing.” He thinks he’s so clever, but he’s wrong. My father will know the truth. He’ll understand we were forced to do this—to save our sisters, to stop things from escalating further. If it were something we’d done willingly? Fine. But they forced us, and that changes everything. Their plan isn’t going to get the result they want. The man doesn’t say anything else. He just turns and walks out, the door clicking shut behind him. My mind spins wildly as I pace
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Prince Pov My body burns with pain from being curled up in such a confined space for so long. Every muscle aches, stiff and uncooperative as I struggle to move. My legs feel like lead as I try to stand, and the moment I do, my head slams against the low ceiling. I bite back a cry of frustration, my hands instinctively going to the door, pounding, clawing, shoving. Anything to get it open. But the door doesn’t budge. I scream. My voice is hoarse, raw, and ragged from all the shouting I’ve already done. I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here—hours, maybe days. The passage of time has become meaningless in this pitch-black tomb. I scream until my throat feels like it’s been ripped apart, but no one comes. No one answers. It’s like I’ve been buried alive. The air feels heavier now, the walls pressing in on me like a living thing. My clothes cling to my body, damp with sweat and dirt. My hands are coated in grime, heavy and rough from the endless scratching and pounding against the
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Prince POVWaking up feels disorienting, my body lighter than before, but my mind sluggish, struggling to piece together how I even got here. The last thing I remember was leaning into Ghost, his warmth steady against mine. Did I really fall asleep on him? That doesn’t feel like something I’d let myself do, not after everything. Yet, here I am, lying in bed with no memory of moving.Sitting up, I drag a hand down my face, trying to shake off the remnants of exhaustion. My limbs feel less like dead weight, but there’s still a heaviness in my chest, an ache deep in my muscles that refuses to fade completely. The poison may be wearing off, but the effects still linger beneath my skin.I push the blankets back and move to the bathroom, needing something to ground me. The hot water pelts against my skin, steam curling around me as I let the shower rinse away the last dregs of weakness. By the time I step out and dress, the fog in my mind has lifted slightly, but the weight of everything st
