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Christian's POVI sat in my office yet I wasn't going through documents, rewieveing contracts, supervising the new collection... What would even be the point of reading all that when I can't focus on a single word... my mind is occupied with her... Love.How the hell did she do this to me?I’ve built this empire that my father left us on precision, on structure, on keeping everything in its place. I made it into something even bigger than he ever imagined it could be. Dad might have started the idea with the money from our other companies but I polished it to have the shine it has today. But with her, it feels like all my carefully constructed walls are crumbling...like I’m standing on the edge of something I can’t predict, can’t control, and it terrifies me.And yet… I don't want to fight it.I clenched my jaw and stood up abruptly, pushing the chair back with a groan of frustration. I walked over to the window, eyes scanning the skyline, though I didn’t really see it. My life now had
…I shot him a look, irritated. "I’m not stumped," I said. "I’m... overwhelmed. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met." Aiden raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Okay, okay. I’m intrigued. Go on. Where did you meet her?" Perhaps I saw her in a dream and pulled her out into this world just for me... but no I had a street robber to thank for that. "I helped her when she got mugged... after that, I offered her a job. She is somewhat of a guide for Sebastian. Working with him, in my own house. Everyday." My own personal torture device. "Wait, she works with Sebastian? Like he actually agreed to have her stay. She must be something special to get through to him." Clearly, he is already impressed, after all, he knows Sebastian. We three were inseparable even tho Seb was older than us, he was always there to get us out of trouble... out of danger. Until I pushed the bar too far and he paid the price. "Well the circumstances were different with her, she helps him in her own special way sinc
Love's POV"Now you stay here, ok Charlie?" I said as I pointed to a pillow on the floor while Charlie looked at me with his confused puppy eyes. "I left you with enough water and food so please no barking... otherwise we will all be homeless in no time.""I dont think he can understand you Love," Mira says as she picks up her bag and walks over to the couch to put on her shoes."You were the one who brought him here Mira, maybe you should explain the rules to him," I say joking and Mira smiles as Charlie runs to her feet."Now do you see how much love he has brought to this place, it feels so much warmer with him here." She says as she plays with him. "It's not for nothing people often go for support animals, they read us better than humans. Dont you, Charlie? Dont you?" I watch as Mira crouches down, Charlie wagging his tail furiously as she scratches behind his ears. His eyes gleam up at her, full of adoration, his small body practically vibrating with happiness.Support animals? No
Mira’s words echo in my head...“You’re already in love with him, Love.” I try to push them away, but they cling to me, impossible to ignore. If there was ever a good time to stop being a dreamer it's now, because Christian is a dream I can allow myself to fall under. Maybe I could be one of those lovers who love from afar, from the safe distance where they hear it the strongest. "Miss Bennett, " the driver called out to me as he held the car door wide open while I was lost in my thoughts. To him, I was a blind person, so he must not have thought much about my slow reaction. "Yes, sorry. I got a bit stuck inside my head." I say as I bend my cane and get into the car, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying my thoughts. I go back to the idea of a service dog for Sebastian. He needs friends who better than someone who would always be there, always loyal, always present. A wagging tail, and that comforting, grounding presence. It might be exactly what he needs. Someone who can
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take off my sunglasses, my voice a bit harsher than I intended. I can't possibly understand what kind of police emergency would have her in a support dog training facility. Do they train police dogs here also? Tamara raises an eyebrow at my sharp tone, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she crosses her arms and looks me over, her police uniform tightening against her shoulders while trying to gauge what’s going on behind my sudden outburst. “I could ask you the same thing,” she replies, a teasing glint in her eyes that doesn’t quite reach the concern buried underneath. “But, since you’re so curious, my TO is teaching me a lesson on..." Her eyes slid down to the cane in my hands. The confusion on her face is evident. She tilts her head slightly, studying me, and then her gaze shifts back up to meet mine, more focused now. "Why are you walking around with a cane for blind people?" She asks and I glance back to make sure that the driver is far enough
"I think we made the right choice," Christian says as we exit the facility with a Golden Retriever on a lease. Marley was the first dog that ran up to my legs the second we entered the room. I can't believe I even lied to the dogs when all I wanted was to drop on the floor and start playing with them. And pretending to be blind in a place filled with people associated with real blind people made me nervous, afraid they would be able to see through me. Perhaps I was just still under the impression after Tamara found out about my lies. "Hey," Christian says, his voice gentle as he falls in step beside me."You okay?" I force a smile but I dont look at him, trying to push the panic away. "Yeahh." I bite my tongue at the informal tone I took. "Yes, Mr.Callahan. I just got a little lost in my thoughts... wondering how your brother will react to Marley... I'm excited." Lie. I lie to you again. Even if it's a small thing now, it adds to the pile that one day will outgrow me. "Sebastian will
Suddenly the air in the car feels thick, suffocating. I glance out the window, trying to find something to focus on, anything to distract me from the tension building between us. But there's nothing that can help me escape this. "Mr.Callahan..." "Christian. Call me Christian, please." He says. His request somehow makes everything feel more personal, more real. Christian. The name hangs in the air, a soft plea in the midst of all the chaos swirling in my mind. "I dont think I can do that," I say, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. They feel harsh in the quiet of the car, cutting through the air like a sudden gust of wind. Christian's expression doesn’t change, but I can feel the shift in the atmosphere. He doesn’t push me, but his eyes flicker briefly to me before returning to the road, his jaw tightening just slightly. "It's how I want you to see me. Not just as Mr. Callahan, not just as your boss. I don’t want that distance between us." But I do. It's the only thin
Christian's POV As we step inside, the door clicking shut behind us, the room's warmth does little to settle the cold pit growing in my stomach. My head kept spinning as if I perhaps had pushed too much on Love's walls. If only she knew how much courage it took me to open up my mouth, and still all I offer is a friendship when I could tell Love knew what my true intentions were. Perhaps it scares her... perhaps she was hurt in the past... Perhaps, and one I truly hope wasn't the case, she just wasn't into me. Ahhh, I wish I knew what she was thinking. At the risk of sounding blunt, I wanted to crack open her head and learn everything that makes her her the fastest way because this was torture. Perhaps Aiden's advice wasn't the best one. What if pushing against Love's walls only makes them grow higher? "Love, dear... There you are." Mother says, her tone warm as she walks towards us, wrapping her arms around Love and kissing her on the cheek. I knew I wasn't the only one who wouldn't
Hearing the voices of people I love around me made me feel peace, so much so that I never wanted them to leave. In front of them, Christian was the man, the husband I always thought he would be. He was loving, kind, and caring. I never wanted it to end.But all that is good has its end, so did this.My friends were about to leave, at least Grace and Bash would be around. At least not until Christian makes us move again.Tamara and Bash were aside, talking. It is nice to hear that the friendship between them is blooming, hopefully into something bigger and better. Grace pulled Christian away to the office for a moment leaving me alone with Mira."Love, call me crazy but something here doesn't feel right. Are you sure you are as happy as you say you are?" I knew she would sense something, and despite promising Christian I would say anything I needed to let go with someone, and who better than Mira? I need someone on my side, someone to stand in my corner... make me feel less alone."Mira
"People are still talking about the wedding. It's the talk of every event since." Grace says as we sit at the table. Christian is right next to me, holding my hand, his thumb tracing the side of my knuckle. It feels nice. Too nice. "And no one thinks you are pregnant anymore, so now they believe it's true love." Bash comments. "Good, because it is. As true as it gets," Christian says as he kisses my cheek. I smile. It is so hard to be in this darkness. The voices around me keep surprising me. Every movement strikes a nerve within me, and I have to pretend to be relaxed. "Why didn't you tell us about doing the surgery?" Bash asks. "We wanted you to see firsthand that the surgery you will go under would work because she will be taking off the bandages just before you go under. That will give you all the training you need to go there without a doubt in your mind that this will work." Christian’s words are calm like he’s presenting a plan instead of revealing something deeply personal.
Love's POVI think I understand Bash now better than ever. Being trapped in the dark was horrible. No wonder he felt the way he did. Even when I knew well that this would last only four weeks, walking around with my eyes bandaged up was hard. even harder than I imagined it would be.But one thing was good... as long as I couldn't see I wouldn't have to look at the hatred that grew inside Christian's eyes. This situation goes from bad to worse. The silence between us felt like it was splitting me in two. I could feel Christian beside me, his presence so tense, so tightly wound. I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. I could feel the sharp edge of his anger cutting through the air between us. The hatred I’d seen in his eyes before, that dark, simmering look, now felt like a constant companion. He didn’t even have to say anything. I could feel it in the way he handled me, the way he spoke, the way he didn’t speak.But I liked the fact we were back home. Perhaps that way I won't fe
"How long is this going to take? We have a plane to catch." That's not true. It's not like my private plane would go somewhere without me, but I wanted out of this doctor's office as soon as possible."I thought you were returning in a month. If it's supposed we just did the surgery she wouldn't be recovered by now. The world won't believe it." The good doctor says as Love glances up at me."Plans change. Tell her what to do to fake it, she's good at that." I was on edge. Playing nice was so hard and I needed all the willpower I had to do this charade infront of my family, not him."We would need to bandage her eyes... keep her like that for about three to four weeks. And even after that she would need to use sunglasses outside for a period of time... pretend to adjust." Somehow that sounded perfect in my head. She would, even for a short four weeks be forced to walk around blind. She would get to taste her lie on her own skin. "She can do it," I say as I glance at her. "In fact, wrap
Christian's POV I hate her. But somehow I hate myself more for still loving her. I hate how I still want her, and I hate even more the thought of another man having her. The image of the doctor's hand on her filled my chest with rage. She was mine. In every way possible, she was mine. Mine to torture, mine to punish, mine to hate. I wanted to break her. I wanted to watch her unravel beneath me until she knew, without a doubt, who she belonged to. My own torment, my own suffering, would be her punishment. But would it be enough? Would it ever be enough? I have never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her, but with every passing day, the love I thought I had for her had twisted into something darker. The same shade of dark I once felt for my lying father. He was the first and only lesson I need to understand how much a lie can destroy a life. He lied to my mother, he betrayed another woman. He would lie and leave us, his family, to be with someone else. A woman who probably just wa
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 eve
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