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Who the hell was Charlie? I didn’t want to look too eager, but it was like I was hearing something that shouldn’t matter, but the curiosity clawed at me. "How about we make it a celebratory lunch instead, that way Love can be here." Sebastian cuts through my thoughts. "That works for me." Her voice chirped as she extended her hand to touch Marley's back, her delicate fingers ran through his fur, and never in my life have I ever wanted to be a dog more. "Thank you for everything, Love," Sebastian said again, his voice steady but filled with gratitude. "This means more than I can say." She smiled, a soft, humble expression washed over her angelic face as she retrieved her hand and wrapped her palm against her cane. "You dont need to thank me. Just focus on what is in front of you. And right now I think Marley is up for a walk. How about we show him around, I'm sure he is going to love the garden." She didn’t seek any praise or recognition. Why? What made her so humble? I knew
I wanted to enter the room and break that bond that was forming so beautifully in front of my eyes yet I couldn't. I've already taken enough for him and perhaps this was the way the universe was finally going to punish me. Love, my perfect little fragile snowflake, my angel of light, someone who I can only call mine in my tortured thoughts. Then another thought hit my chest like a pound of rocks. What if the reason she won't let me get close to her is because she likes Sebastian? Perhaps she felt more identified with him... and what if my brother finds in her the meaning of companionship again? Will I be able to be happy for him? Will I be able to stand looking at that without going crazy? Will I have to put on a scale my love for my brother and the feelings I have for Love? I already know I will choose Sebastian, even if it kills me. My brother. My flesh and blood. The one I’ve always shared my life with, my thoughts, my past, my dreams... and now, possibly my future with
"I think Christian is also fine if you call him by his first name, all of this formality is unnecessary," Sebastian says as he pets Marley's head. "I've asked her to call me by my name many times now yet Miss Bennett is stubborn," I say as I watch Love bite her lower lip before pressing them in a tight, uncomfortable smile. "It's just that I... I..." It's obvious she was struggling to find an excuse, she didn't have one no matter how much she wanted to justify herself in her ways. "Well, I hear you calling Mrs.Swan formally and she addresses you accordingly and like her, I am also a part of your staff..." "Mrs.Swan saw us in diapers, that is why we address her formally. When we were little Christian was afraid of her, perhaps he still is." Sebastian jokes, at least I hope it was a joke. "Please Seb, do I need to remind you how you hid in the fireplace when you didn't eat your brussel sprouts? If anyone was afraid of her it was you." "No need to go down memory lane, the point is y
Love's POVI was touching him.My hand was on his skin.He put it there... and now I have no way of living after this. I'm stuck.And I would like to freeze this moment forever, with his warm skin underneath mine, the edge of his beard slightly poking me, my thumb dangerously close to his full, nude, lush lips.I avoided looking at his eyes, I rather focused on the vase behind his back while the dryness of my eyes reminded me to blink."Go on," Christian said as he inched himself closer to me to the point where our knees touched.His scent, his warmth, and his strength surrounded me and I swallowed hard, but my throat was dry, my body trembling as I fought against the gravity of this moment.My heart beat louder, thrumming in my chest, filling the space between us like it could drown us both. “Christian...” He smiled at the sound of his name leaving my lips not knowing it slipped out before I could stop it, barely a whisper as if it was the last breath I would ever take.“Shh.” His voi
"Christian, I dont want to be anything more than an employee to you. Best case scenario I can give you my friendship but that is it." But my words seem empty to him like he is sure he can make me change my mind and I kept feeling like we had this conversation many times before... or perhaps I did have it like a hundred times playing out in my head. "Love, I will change your mind," Christian says as he takes my hand into his. "But I dont want you to change my mind. I like it just the way it is." Because it's the only way it can be. "And I do not believe that. I think you have your very well-hidden reasons not to let me in your life the way I want but that doesn't mean you dont feel this pull that is happening between us." My reasons? I have but only one. And that is the lie I told you, the lie that the longer it goes on have greater potential to hurt you but if I tell the truth now you will most probably kick me out of your life and I am still not done with Sebastian."Christian, ple
"Thank you for the lunch, Grace. Everything was delicious." I say as I gather my things ready to leave."Thank you for everything, Love. And I hope your leg feels better tomorrow." So do I but at the same time, my leg is at the bottom of my list of problems. Tamara was currently at the top. No matter how much I wanted to escape this mansion I was not looking forward to talking with her."Are you ready?" Christian asks as he appears behind me."I'm sorry?" I ask as I slowly turn around to see him holding his car keys."The driver left so Christian will drive you home," Grace says as she puts her hands on my shoulders. Arguing with her would be as pointless as arguing with him.Christian moved toward me, his footsteps light but deliberate. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice smooth, as he gently nudged the door open."We shall."...Christian opened the car door for me with a practiced ease, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary on the edge of the frame breathing me in. I sl
"You have some explaining to do." Tamara says as she sits on the couch, Charlie in her lap enjoying how her hand passes through his fur. "I know," I say as I put down my bag... and the cane... and take off the sunglasses."Ohh I'm really looking forward to hearing what you have to say... I mean how will you justify getting that job on false pretences? Lying to people with such power could destroy you, and all of your dreams... I just dont know what were you thinking Love. How do you plan to get out of it?" I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of her words settle around me like a thick fog. Tamara’s gaze is sharp, eyes filled with disappointment and concern. "It was a chance to help someone but at the same time help myself, help Mira. We would have lost this apartment that no matter how crapy it is it's still better than the street. I was in a tight spot so I just did it." It is the best I can do to justify myself. Is it good? Perhaps not, but lies aren't usually meant to have
Today marks the fiftyth day of my working for the Callahans. It went by so fast and so intense, with me helping Sebastian be more independent each day while at the same time falling in love with Christian more and more. I discovered he is funny, kind, talented, generous, committed, driven, stubborn... so human, in the best way possible. Yet still I didn't let myself allow him to get closer to me. I was still able to use Charlie as a way to run away from him. That little lost puppy helped me a lot but it now had Mira and me in a lot of trouble. "You can't kick us out... it's six days until Christmas where the hell do you want us to go!" Mira yelled, her voice shaking with frustration as she stood in front of the landlord, trying her best to look confident "The rules on your lees were clear, no pets allowed. That filthy mut probably ruined the place." This place was ruined even before we got here, quite frankly he was lucky we were so desperate. "Number one, our dog is not filthy. N
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
"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I watched his angry profile, taking in all of his gorgeousness, down to the point of his neck where my mother's scarf peeked through."Home." That was the only thing he told me, and he stayed in silence all the way back to my apartment building. He entered the garage, got out, and opened the door for me. Still, no words were spoken. I took out my key card and opened the elevator while he pressed the floor button. The silence was killing me, it played with my nerves."Was that really necessary?" I asked, breaking the silence."Perhaps that will teach you to listen to me, Trouble." He murmurs under his exhausted breath. "It Mira. Ok? Mira. And you, you had no right, non whatsoever to act that way.!""I have the right. My heart gave me the right." He says as he suddenly turns towards me, my back finding the elevator wall. "My heart claimed you as his and I can't... I won't let you or anyone else take you from me. Trouble." The weight of his words hit