For anyone curious out there, Christian's looks are inspired by William Levy in his 2010 era... but with a beard. But when I write his lines the voice he has inside my head belongs to Josh Bowman. Feel free to leave a comment and press that like if you enjoyed the story so far.
Christian’s POVThe drive back to my place feels longer than it should, my mind wandering back to Love with every passing block. It’s strange how quickly I found myself drawn to her, wanting to be near her, wanting to understand her. It’s unsettling how I crave her presence in a way I haven’t in a long time. From the moment I saw her yesterday, something inside me sparked...a feeling I haven’t had in years. I am caught in the strange and impossible desire to get closer to her, and what's worse I feel like I am using my brother to keep her close. I hadn’t been looking for love. Hell, I gave up on it long ago, the same time Sebastian gave up on life.If he couldn’t have it, who the hell was I to think I deserved it?I can’t help but blame myself. I am responsible for Sebastian’s blindness.If I hadn’t stolen that car when we were teenagers, then that accident would never have happened. He wouldn’t have come rushing to pull me out of the burning car, wouldn’t have been there when the expl
Love’s POV The next day... I got up early, mostly because I was not able to sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I still had a hard time processing what I was doing. I hadn't felt this conflicted in a long time. The weight of the lies pressed against me like a second skin. I knew why, it was to save this roof over our heads and help Mira put food on our table yet still I wish I didn't have to lie in order to do that. I hate that I am lying to Christian, to Sebastian and God only knows how many more people are going to get sucked into this. Help is all I want to do and hopefully, Sebastian lets himself be help so that my job there ends soon allowing me to cut ties with them. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the knots of frustration tighten in my chest when a knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts, and I turned quickly, my heart pounding. "Love?" Mira's voice came through, soft but tinged with concern. "You up? Y
I knocked on Sebastian's door without hesitation mostly because I didn't want to give myself time to second-doubt myself. My heart was racing, my palms clammy, but there was no backing up now. "Come in." I hear his dry voice coming from inside and I wrap my hand around the door knob before turning it open. "Good Morning, Mr. Callahan. How are you doing today?" My voice was steady like I was playing a part in a script already written for me. Sebastian didn’t immediately answer but I was so glad to see him sitting in the sunlight. It almost looked like he wanted to suck all the rays of the sun into himself... like he was grasping for hope. Something that he couldn’t seem to hold onto for long. Like someone who had once believed in something more than this cold shell of a man he had become. "Good morning, " Sebastian says, his voice low but measured. "What’s the plan today?" He asks as he ignores my question. "I was thinking we could start with the house. Maybe take a walk and you f
One week later... "I can't believe you are making me do this. I am going to lose a finger." Sebastian complained as Mrs. Swan tied an apron around his waist. "We are going to make cookies, no knives needed. And besides we have our lovely Mrs.Swan here to supervise us." I say as Sebastian huffs, feeling the unfamiliar fabric of the apron snug against his body. "She was kind enough to put everything we need on the counter, basicly all we need to do is put it in one bowl and mix it." "Fine," he muttered. "But if my fingers end up in the dough, I’m blaming you." Ohh but my plan is to get him elbow-deep into the dough. "Mr.Callahan, I'm sorry to inform you the whole point of this is for you to get your hands a bit dirty." I make sure to keep my tone light and teasing. Sebastian shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know, Love. I can’t exactly see what’s happening with the dough.” That is why this is a perfect exercise for him, it will allow him to focus on other sens
“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Love.” Her voice was soft, laced with a bit of cautious curiosity. She took my hand, but there was something almost reverential in the way she did it as if she understood...just by looking at me...that my role in Sebastian’s recovery had been far more than just helping him with a recipe. "My son, Christian told me about you. Honestly, I had my doubts but now... seeing all of this... I have no doubt you are the best thing that could have happened to us." Christan told her about me. He told his mother about me. Me. I managed to stay clear of him for most days after I figured out his schedule, the last thing I need is to fall into temptation. A God was he tempting.“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan." I shook her hand firmly."Whatever you’re doing, Love... keep doing it. I’ve never seen him like this.” She says as she still holds my hand."Mom," Sebastian said driving her attention back to him. "Dont. Here have a cookie." He says as he moves aside letting
Christian’s POVDuring the days Love spent working for us I couldn't help but fall into the feeling that for whatever reason she was avoiding me. Coming here only after I'd left for work and go back home just before I would come back. Now that we were in the same room it was like she never allowed her body to shift my way, denaying me the fortune to gaze upon her angelic face. As my mother left the kitchen I purpesly fell behind wanting to somewhat force Love to agnolage me, but she was quick to run from me. A part of me wanted to reach out, to pull her back, to ask her what she was really thinking. But I knew better... Love was out of reach and all I could do was fantasise about her. I tried not to, but somehow it felt like I had her running through my veins clouding my better judgment. It wasn’t my style to chase after anyone, especially someone who was clearly running from me...but there was something in me that needed her to recognize me. Love... she was definitely something I want
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the three of us alone..."Love, would you mind if I asked you for a favor?" My mother rarely asked for favors, but the tone of her voice implied her urgency and my curiosity."If it's within my power, I'll gladly help." Love says without hesitation."Right now it seems you would be the only one able to do it... I would like it if you convinced Sebastian to go see the doctors again and do new tests. It's been five years since he stepped into the doctor's office and I really believe that there could be something more done for him now." I could see why my mother would ask this of her. Love had made an impact on Seb since she arrived but she wasn’t asking Love to help with some minor task."I could, yes..." Love said, her voice low and measured, as if she were carefully considering her words. "but not right now. It is too early for that now. He gave me the benefit of the doubt but that doesn't mean he trusts me enough to touch that subject with him
Love's POVOne month later..."Close your eyes," Mira says, startling me as she opens our apartment door while I am sitting on the couch studying Brail."What!" I ask my hand over my chest. "What is happening?""Just close your eyes." She insists so I put the book aside and cover my eyes with my palms. "Now keep them close until I tell you." I can hear him moving, closing the door. Footsteps creak over our old floors. Ever since I started helping Sebastian I feel like I have heightened my senses as well. To even out the field as much as I could sometimes I would close my eyes to be blind with him."Ok..." Mira says as she sits down on the couch and an unusual smell hits my nose. "Open them." She says and I open my eyes to the most adorable puppy I have ever seen, all scared, wet, looking up at me with big brown eyes. His fur is matted and damp from the rain, and his fur is a mix of golden brown."Mira, what did you do? You know our landlord forbids us to have pets. Just because we paid
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