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Love's POVThe wedding day..."You look absolutely stunning, gorgeous.""Beautiful... I just might cry."Mira and Tamara talked around me, I could hear them but for some reason, I couldn't find it within me to say anything. I just stared at my own reflection. I didn't sleep all night; my thoughts were eating at me. This day, the day when everything was supposed to be all happiness, was far from being happy for me. This isn't what my life was supposed to look like. The mere fact that it all began with a lie was reason enough for me to feel like a stranger in my own skin. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.The soft rustling of fabric from Mira and Tamara as they moved around the room felt distant, like I was underwater, trapped in my own thoughts.I glance at the mirror again, my reflection staring back at me. The dress, the makeup, the carefully styled hair... it all screamed perfection, the kind of perfection I was supposed to feel excited about. But inside, all I could feel was a deep,
Christian stares at me, his mouth slightly agape, as though he’s trying to process what I just confessed. His lips move, but no sound comes out for a long moment. The air between us feels thick with disbelief, and I can see his chest rising and falling as he takes in my words, still not fully able to comprehend them. "I know you must hate me now. But please, listen to me." I say as I hold onto his hands now, for him to stay, but also so I wouldn't crumble down. "I need you to know that none of this was planned. From the moment I entered your life all I wanted to do was help Sebastian. This lie wasn't supposed to last, I was planning to leave after he got better and while that does not make any of this any better I thought that in a way we helped each other. But then I started falling in love with you, that is why I tried so hard to put a distance between us. I knew how wrong it was, it haunted me every day but as much as I wanted to tell you the truth the fear of losing you was muc
Christian’s POV I smiled. I smiled as I said yes, took her hand, and promised to stand by her side for the rest of our lives. I smiled as our picture was taken, each click of the camera capturing a moment that felt so bittersweet. I smiled as Aidan gave his best man speech, his words were meant to celebrate our love, but they fell on deaf ears because all I could hear in my head were the things she had told me, the secrets she kept buried deep inside. I smiled as we cut the cake, though it felt like I was slicing into something that was no longer real. I smiled as we shared our first dance, the music playing, the room spinning around me, but I was stuck in the silence of my own thoughts. I smiled. But every smile, every gesture, every movement felt like a lie. I was drowning. I smiled while I was dying inside. She had told me everything. I should have been angry, furious even, for what she had kept from me. But all I felt was the sharp sting of betrayal, and the even sharpe
Mira’s POVThe wedding was beautiful, and Love looked so happy. Genuinely happy, with no weight on her shoulders that I for one dont feel bad about how their story started. With the lie I told and she followed. Perhaps it was destiny if there even existed such a thing.There was only one thing about the wedding I didn't get, and that is how the hell did Vincenzo score an invitation. It was no secret Christian wasn't a fan of him, so how did he get in?Not that I care.For one I did what Tamara asked me to do in the first place, I stayed away from him. It wasn't like I wanted to be around him anyway. He looked at me like I was a puzzle meant to be solved, and I hated how that felt. He didn't have the right to dig out all the things I buried.I left the venue and waited for the taxi I ordered to return me to the city, I was dying to take off my shoes and curl up in bed with Charlie.“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me now,” Vincenzo said, his voice low and teasing. I froze. This is the clo
Love's POVI just stood there. At the same exact spot, I was when he left me. I didn’t dare to move. I didn’t know how to. The weight of his absence pressed against me, suffocating, as if the very air around me had turned thick and impossible to breathe.The wonderful dream about a new future disappeared. It shattered, crushed into a million pieces like glass breaking across the floor. The vision I had of us, of something real, something lasting, seemed so far away now, an illusion I had foolishly believed in.This was a nightmare. One even worse than I could have ever imagined. Because it wasn’t just about losing him...it was the way he had left, the coldness in his eyes that made me feel like I never mattered at all. It was the way everything had felt so perfect one minute, and then the next, it all collapsed. I thought we had found something special, something real. But as he said, it was all built on a lie. I never wanted to hurt him, God is my witness. I wanted to defend myself,
Christian kept his word. To the outside world, we were this perfect, happy newlywed couple. So in love, so eager to start our honeymoon. But behind the facade, everything was different. Every touch, every word, every look felt hollow. His arms around me were nothing more than a carefully constructed performance, a show for the people around us. As we walked through the airport, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the eyes on us. The casual paparazzi snapped their pictures, capturing our smiles, our closeness, and the image of a perfect couple. But it was all just that, a picture. A snapshot of a life that didn’t belong to us.Christian kept his distance from the photographers, his presence almost protective. He would always make sure no one got too close, his hand gripping my arm just a little tighter whenever the flashes started. In that moment, I felt both protected and imprisoned, wrapped in a cocoon of control that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with appearanc
I didn’t know how I felt anymore. I still loved him, but a part of me was starting to fear him. The love that once felt so pure, so effortless, was now tangled in a web of control and lies. Every interaction, every word exchanged between us, left me more uncertain. The warmth I once felt in his touch had turned into something that made my bones feel frozen.I wanted to reach out, to say something that would make him hear me, make him understand the pain that I was going through. But every time I opened my mouth, the words felt wrong, twisted by the fear of saying the wrong thing, of pushing him further away. Every time I tried to speak, I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, the fear of falling into his wrath too great.After spending a week and a half not leaving the villa, he finally decided to leave. Here he would just casually reach for my hand as we walked but he did not talk much. At a spot with a beautiful view, he asked a stranger to take a photo of us, and he hugged and ev
"For how long does one cook bread?" I hear Mira talk as she types into her phone. Every time one of her dates goes badly she comes home and tries to cook something out of the little things we have left in our fridge. Tonight it just so happened that we were out of bread."I think the word you are looking for is bake, not cook," I say as I lean over the couch, stretching my legs in the process as I remove the overheated laptop from my lap."That makes more sense," Mira says as she turns to our oven. "Bake at 375° until loaf is golden brown and sounds hollow when tapped or has reached an internal temperature of 200°... since when did the internet become so useless? Sounds hollow? How does hollow look like in minutes?" Mira asks as she turns the dial on the oven with frustration I get up and take the phone out of her hand."Half an hour to forty-five minutes... see, the small letters," I say as I tap her shoulder. "Relax Mira, it was just a bad date. You shouldn't get all worked up over
I didn’t know how I felt anymore. I still loved him, but a part of me was starting to fear him. The love that once felt so pure, so effortless, was now tangled in a web of control and lies. Every interaction, every word exchanged between us, left me more uncertain. The warmth I once felt in his touch had turned into something that made my bones feel frozen.I wanted to reach out, to say something that would make him hear me, make him understand the pain that I was going through. But every time I opened my mouth, the words felt wrong, twisted by the fear of saying the wrong thing, of pushing him further away. Every time I tried to speak, I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, the fear of falling into his wrath too great.After spending a week and a half not leaving the villa, he finally decided to leave. Here he would just casually reach for my hand as we walked but he did not talk much. At a spot with a beautiful view, he asked a stranger to take a photo of us, and he hugged and ev
Christian kept his word. To the outside world, we were this perfect, happy newlywed couple. So in love, so eager to start our honeymoon. But behind the facade, everything was different. Every touch, every word, every look felt hollow. His arms around me were nothing more than a carefully constructed performance, a show for the people around us. As we walked through the airport, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the eyes on us. The casual paparazzi snapped their pictures, capturing our smiles, our closeness, and the image of a perfect couple. But it was all just that, a picture. A snapshot of a life that didn’t belong to us.Christian kept his distance from the photographers, his presence almost protective. He would always make sure no one got too close, his hand gripping my arm just a little tighter whenever the flashes started. In that moment, I felt both protected and imprisoned, wrapped in a cocoon of control that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with appearanc
Love's POVI just stood there. At the same exact spot, I was when he left me. I didn’t dare to move. I didn’t know how to. The weight of his absence pressed against me, suffocating, as if the very air around me had turned thick and impossible to breathe.The wonderful dream about a new future disappeared. It shattered, crushed into a million pieces like glass breaking across the floor. The vision I had of us, of something real, something lasting, seemed so far away now, an illusion I had foolishly believed in.This was a nightmare. One even worse than I could have ever imagined. Because it wasn’t just about losing him...it was the way he had left, the coldness in his eyes that made me feel like I never mattered at all. It was the way everything had felt so perfect one minute, and then the next, it all collapsed. I thought we had found something special, something real. But as he said, it was all built on a lie. I never wanted to hurt him, God is my witness. I wanted to defend myself,
Mira’s POVThe wedding was beautiful, and Love looked so happy. Genuinely happy, with no weight on her shoulders that I for one dont feel bad about how their story started. With the lie I told and she followed. Perhaps it was destiny if there even existed such a thing.There was only one thing about the wedding I didn't get, and that is how the hell did Vincenzo score an invitation. It was no secret Christian wasn't a fan of him, so how did he get in?Not that I care.For one I did what Tamara asked me to do in the first place, I stayed away from him. It wasn't like I wanted to be around him anyway. He looked at me like I was a puzzle meant to be solved, and I hated how that felt. He didn't have the right to dig out all the things I buried.I left the venue and waited for the taxi I ordered to return me to the city, I was dying to take off my shoes and curl up in bed with Charlie.“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me now,” Vincenzo said, his voice low and teasing. I froze. This is the clo
Christian’s POV I smiled. I smiled as I said yes, took her hand, and promised to stand by her side for the rest of our lives. I smiled as our picture was taken, each click of the camera capturing a moment that felt so bittersweet. I smiled as Aidan gave his best man speech, his words were meant to celebrate our love, but they fell on deaf ears because all I could hear in my head were the things she had told me, the secrets she kept buried deep inside. I smiled as we cut the cake, though it felt like I was slicing into something that was no longer real. I smiled as we shared our first dance, the music playing, the room spinning around me, but I was stuck in the silence of my own thoughts. I smiled. But every smile, every gesture, every movement felt like a lie. I was drowning. I smiled while I was dying inside. She had told me everything. I should have been angry, furious even, for what she had kept from me. But all I felt was the sharp sting of betrayal, and the even sharpe
Christian stares at me, his mouth slightly agape, as though he’s trying to process what I just confessed. His lips move, but no sound comes out for a long moment. The air between us feels thick with disbelief, and I can see his chest rising and falling as he takes in my words, still not fully able to comprehend them. "I know you must hate me now. But please, listen to me." I say as I hold onto his hands now, for him to stay, but also so I wouldn't crumble down. "I need you to know that none of this was planned. From the moment I entered your life all I wanted to do was help Sebastian. This lie wasn't supposed to last, I was planning to leave after he got better and while that does not make any of this any better I thought that in a way we helped each other. But then I started falling in love with you, that is why I tried so hard to put a distance between us. I knew how wrong it was, it haunted me every day but as much as I wanted to tell you the truth the fear of losing you was muc
Love's POVThe wedding day..."You look absolutely stunning, gorgeous.""Beautiful... I just might cry."Mira and Tamara talked around me, I could hear them but for some reason, I couldn't find it within me to say anything. I just stared at my own reflection. I didn't sleep all night; my thoughts were eating at me. This day, the day when everything was supposed to be all happiness, was far from being happy for me. This isn't what my life was supposed to look like. The mere fact that it all began with a lie was reason enough for me to feel like a stranger in my own skin. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.The soft rustling of fabric from Mira and Tamara as they moved around the room felt distant, like I was underwater, trapped in my own thoughts.I glance at the mirror again, my reflection staring back at me. The dress, the makeup, the carefully styled hair... it all screamed perfection, the kind of perfection I was supposed to feel excited about. But inside, all I could feel was a deep,
"Christian, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Vincenzo asked as he lifted his head from his book. I had a feeling I would find him at the club, it seemed he operated from here these days."What's the deal with Volkav?" I ask wasting no time. The look on his face tho was awesome enough."Why do you ask?""Because he just left my office, but not before threatening me. He wants me to reopen the deal, and sign the contract with him." Vincenzo listens to me and then nods his head to a man sitting at the table next to us. "And you come to me... why exactly?" He asks."Cut the crap, Vincenzo," I say as I sit down, not wanting to attract more attention to us. "I know what you do, and I know the kind of people you are associated with. So tell me why does he want the deal so bad?"Vincenzo leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming slowly on the table as his eyes narrow. For a moment, the club's muted hum of chatter and clinking glasses fade into the background, leaving the two of us in a ten
Love’s POV"What do you mean he moved into the building?" I ask Mira over the phone as I walk alone in the garden. As it turns out finding solitude in this enormous house was much harder than I thought. It was as if the walls had eyes and I was forced to walk around with this damn cane all the time."Exactly that, and he has Tolga behind me all the time. I'm telling you I'm gonna go crazy." Meanwhile, I find this reassuring. Vincenzo is keeping his word, keeping her safe. It made what I had to do a bit easier on me."As long as you keep in touch with him, can you pass on a message to me? Tell him it's done." "Done? What are you talking about? What’s done?" Mira’s voice on the other end of the line crackles slightly, her frustration bleeding through the words."You don’t need to worry about the details," I say quietly, my voice steady but with an edge of something darker. "Just tell him. It’s done. I’ve taken care of it." There’s a pause on the other end of the line. I can almost hear