“Thank you,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion as I thought of him. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just surviving—I was living. And for that, I hoped this happiness would stay with me forever.—ANTONIUS POINT OF VIEW—When Robert reported back about the gala and all the other updates on Kirsten and Vincent’s whereabouts, I felt something I couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t just anger or jealousy—it was deeper than that. Something inside me cracked, like a wound that had been quietly festering but now tore open completely.The way Kirsten looked at Vincent, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him—it was unbearable. She was falling into his trap, and I could do nothing but watch. How I wish I could save her, but here I am, powerless. A loser. She doesn’t even know me—not truly. What chance do I have against Vincent? He’s charming, calculated, and always two steps ahead.For the first time in my life, I felt envy—not for his wealth or status, but fo
I asked, my tone steady but cold, my eyes narrowing at his hesitation. He shook his head, and that was all I needed to know. It wasn’t good. I let out a heavy sigh, already bracing myself for the worst. "Go on," I gestured, leaning back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest. Robert shifted nervously, avoiding my gaze. "I heard... that the two are in a relationship. Officially." The words hit me like a freight train, knocking the air out of my lungs. I stared at the floor, my mind racing. Relationship. Already. The word echoed in my head, each syllable slicing through me like a blade. My shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had settled on them, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with an unspoken tension. My thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last. Vincent. That bastard. He had won. Or at least, it seemed like he had. He’d managed to wrap Kirsten in his web of lies, and now she was his. My fists clenched a
If Kirsten was happy, if she truly loved Vincent, what right did I have to interfere? But then again, how could she love someone like him? He was selfish, manipulative, and incapable of genuine care. He was using her—just like he used everyone else. And yet... what if she didn’t see that? What if she fell for his charm the way so many others had? I gritted my teeth, the frustration boiling over. I wouldn’t let that happen. But I had to tread carefully. Vincent was expecting me to lash out. He wanted me to lose control. If I confronted him now, it would play right into his hands. No, I’d wait. I’d be patient. Because when the time came, I wouldn’t just win—I’d make sure Vincent had no pieces left to play. And Kirsten... I closed my eyes, picturing her smile, the one I used to see when she brought me lunch every day. I didn’t deserve her. Not after everything. But that didn’t mean I’d stop fighting for her. Even if it broke me. For weeks, every report Robert brought me f
Robert’s brows furrowed, concern etched across his face. "Sir, are you sure? The company—" I raised a hand, cutting him off gently but firmly. "The company will be fine, Robert. That’s where you come in." He blinked, caught off guard. "Me?" I nodded, leaning back in my chair and clasping my hands together. "I trust you. You've been by my side for years, and I know you’ll handle things with the utmost care. Keep an eye on Vincent and the company. Make sure everything stays in order." Robert hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Sir, if this is about—" "It’s not up for discussion," I interjected, my tone firm but not unkind. "I need this, Robert. I need to get away, clear my head, and… figure out what’s next for me." He exhaled deeply, nodding in reluctant agreement. "Understood, sir. I won’t let you down." "I know you won’t," I said, offering a small, tight smile. As he left the room, I leaned back in my chair, staring out the window at the sprawling cityscape. It fel
At first, it was subtle—a little more irritation in his tone, moments of unexplained frustration. But over time, those small instances grew into something far more toxic. He became short-tempered, often lashing out over the smallest things. He would get angry when I questioned his decisions or suggested ideas for the restaurants. The man who once looked at me like I was his world now barely acknowledged me unless it was about work.And yet, here I am, still in a relationship with him. Still living in the same house we once called a home. I tell myself it’s because I owe him everything—the opportunities he gave me, the education I pursued, the career I’ve built. But deep down, I know that’s not the whole truth.A part of me still clings to the memory of the man he used to be. The Vincent who would surprise me with flowers just because. The Vincent who made me laugh until my stomach hurt. The Vincent who told me he would always protect me.But that man feels like a distant memory now.I
“I’m not ungrateful, Vincent,” I replied, my voice trembling. “But you can’t keep throwing those things in my face every time we have a disagreement. I didn’t ask for any of this—I just wanted you. Us. But it feels like I’ve lost you somewhere along the way.” “You’ve lost me?” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “No, Kirsten. I’m right here, working my ass off to give you the life you have now. And all I ask is for you to do your job and stop questioning me! Is that too much to ask?” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t let him see how deeply his words cut. “Vincent, this isn’t about work,” I said, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to stay composed. “This is about us. About how we talk to each other, how we treat each other. You’ve changed… and I don’t know if I can keep doing this if all you see me as is an obligation.” For a moment, there was silence. His jaw clenched, and I could see the war raging behind hi
He never paid me for my work, never allowed me to earn anything of my own. Instead, he claimed it was his duty to provide. But his "providing" was just another way to control me, another way to keep me trapped in this toxic, suffocating relationship. Where could I possibly go now? How could I leave without a way to support myself? The question plagued my mind. Even if I found a way to escape, how would I survive? I was trapped, both physically and emotionally. I loved him so much, despite everything. How could I just walk away from the man I had spent so much time with, the man who had once made me feel cherished—even if his love now felt like a prison? The doubt gnawed at me, but so did the realization that I couldn’t keep living like this. I couldn’t keep suffocating under his control, feeling like I was nothing without him. I had given everything to this relationship, but in return, I had lost myself. The love I thought I had wasn’t love anymore. It was manipulation. But how coul
But each night I returned home, each night I silently entered my room, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing myself. I had become a prisoner, not just to his anger, but to my own fears and uncertainties. And so, I kept repeating the cycle, day after day. Office. Home. Avoidance. Silence. How much longer could I keep pretending? How much longer could I avoid the truth? "Why are you getting home late, huh?" His voice slurred as he looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I froze in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. There he was, standing in front of me, his face flushed with anger and intoxication. I knew this moment would come. I could feel the tension in the air, thick with the unspoken truth that I had been trying to avoid. "There's a lot of paperwork, Vincent," I stammered, trying to sound calm, trying to hide the panic that was rising in me. My words were shaky, betraying the fear I felt every time I had to face his unpredictable temper. "Tsk. You have a man! Who i
Anton reached for my hand, his fingers curling around mine in that reassuring way that always made me feel safe. “I’m right here with you.” Together, we made our way to the venue—a small, private room in a government building. It wasn’t extravagant, but it felt right. The judge greeted us warmly, and after a few moments of formalities, we stood facing each other, the weight of the moment settling around us. Anton’s eyes never left mine as the judge began to speak. I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, my emotions swirling. This was it. This was the beginning of everything. When it was time to exchange vows, Anton went first. “I promise to love you, cherish you, and stand by your side in every moment, no matter what comes our way. You are my heart, and I am yours.” Tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke, his words so genuine, so full of meaning. I could feel the sincerity in his voice, and my heart swelled with love for him. When it was my turn, I took a deep breath,
As we stepped through the door, our hands still intertwined, the world outside seemed distant. The comfort of our home wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Anton pulled me close, his arms slipping around my waist as he held me from behind. I could feel his breath against my neck, soft and warm, as he kissed me slowly, tenderly."Mrs. Rockwell," he whispered, his voice teasing, sending a shiver down my spine. His words were full of promise, of a future that, no matter how uncertain, felt like it was finally within reach.I let out a soft laugh, the sound light and carefree. "Not yet," I replied, glancing back at him, my eyes meeting his with a playful glint.His lips curled into a mischievous grin, the kind that made my heart race. "Oh, you will soon," he said, his voice low and intimate, as he tightened his hold on me just enough to make my heart flutter. "And I want you to practice a new signature with my surname in it soon."His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. It w
I smiled, a warm glow spreading through me. "I'm glad we took the chance. I can't imagine my life without you now."As we shared a tender kiss, the fire crackled once more, as if celebrating our newfound love. The sofa, witness to our passionate encounter, seemed to sigh contentedly, its cushions inviting them to stay a while longer. And so they did, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a world where only they existed, a world filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future together."When did you fall in love with me, Anton?" I asked, my voice soft as I looked up at him.He smirked, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my arm. "I fell for you when you were just a delivery girl," he admitted with a chuckle.I giggled, remembering those days. "I was so naive back then. I only wanted to get your attention so you would hire me. That’s why I started sending those special meals to your office. I thought if I impressed you enough, you’d give me a job."Anton smiled as if recallin
I stopped, turning my head slightly, but I didn’t let go of Anton’s hand. “Yes?”He hesitated, his lips parting and closing as though he couldn’t quite find the words. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter now. “Do you think I even deserve peace? After everything I’ve done to you… to both of you?”I sighed, glancing at Anton, who gave my hand a small squeeze. He didn’t intervene, allowing me to face Vincent on my own terms. “It’s not about deserving it, Vincent,” I said gently. “It’s about whether or not you want it. Whether or not you’re willing to change and work toward it.”He leaned back in his chair, his cuffed hands resting heavily on the armrests. His gaze fell to the floor as if searching for answers in the patterns of the tiles. “I don’t know if I can live with the guilt. Every time I think about what I’ve done… it’s like it’s eating me alive.”“Then stop running from it,” I said firmly. “Face it. Own your mistakes and make amends where you can. That’s the only way you’ll ever
He looked down at his cuffed hands, his voice lowering to a whisper. "So, I took advantage of it. Out of jealousy, out of spite. I wanted to take away something he cared about, something he might love, just to prove I could. I wanted to hurt him the way I thought he had hurt me... and you became the collateral damage."His words hit me like a tidal wave, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. All this time, I had thought Vincent’s actions were about me, about control, about possession. But now I realized—it was never about me. It was about his insecurities, his bitterness toward Anton, and his need to win a game only he was playing."You used me..." I whispered, the hurt evident in my voice.Vincent’s eyes met mine, and for the first time, they weren’t filled with arrogance or anger. They were filled with regret. "I did," he confessed. "And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.""I can’t believe you..." I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief and pain.Vincent nodded slowly, h
"Anton..." I hesitated, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap as I searched for the courage to voice what had been weighing on my mind. "Can I meet him?"The room fell silent, the air suddenly thick with tension. Anton’s jaw tightened, his usually soft eyes hardening as they locked onto mine. "Why do you want to meet him, Kirsten?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Because I feel like I need to," I said softly. "To free myself from him completely—for real this time. I need closure, Anton. I need to look him in the eyes and tell him that we’re done. And... I want him to ask for forgiveness."Anton’s gaze didn’t waver, but I could see the conflict brewing behind his eyes. For a moment, I thought he’d argue, tell me it was unnecessary, that I didn’t need to reopen that chapter of my life.But then, to my surprise, he nodded. "If that’s what you need," he said quietly, his voice firm but filled with understanding, "I’l
The days passed like a dream—soft, fleeting, and almost unreal. I hadn’t been counting them because, for the first time in years, I was truly happy. But that happiness was laced with an edge of unease, especially when Anton told me what had happened.Vincent had been captured. By Anton’s men.The news left a strange weight in my chest, and though I tried to push it aside, it lingered."What are you going to do to your brother, Anton?" I asked, my voice quiet but firm as I sat across from him in the spacious living room.Anton leaned back in his chair, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier. His brow arched slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sound like you’re worried about him."I hesitated, unsure how to answer that. Was I?Despite the cruel way Vincent had treated me, a part of me couldn’t deny that he had once been a significant part of my life. But worry? Love? Those feelings had long since faded."I’m not worried about him," I said, shaking my h
I learned from him that Vincent had resorted to sending death threats, demanding Anton leave the country. My stomach turned at the revelation. It was a side of Vincent I hadn’t fully understood until now. Anton, however, seemed unfazed, stating firmly, “He’ll pay for that. I’ll make sure he does. Threatening me gives me the leverage I need to put him behind bars.”The thought of Vincent—once the man I thought I loved—going to prison left me torn. A part of me felt justice was inevitable, but another part still struggled to reconcile this side of him with the man I had once known.And then there was Anton. The man who had been a stranger not so long ago but now felt like a lifeline. It was surreal to think back to the days when I would deliver lunches to his company, never once imagining that the CEO himself was aware of me. And now, here I was, living under the same roof with him."Can you believe this?" I murmured to myself one evening as I stood by the window, looking out at the exp
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he turned away, laughing bitterly. "We’ll see about that," he muttered, disappearing into his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I exhaled shakily, my entire body trembling. This wasn’t living. This was survival. I picked up my phone and opened Anton’s message again. Without overthinking, I typed: Me: I need your help. I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Within seconds, his reply came. Anton: I’ll be there in the morning. I stared at the message, a mix of relief and fear washing over me. Tomorrow, things would change. Whether for better or worse, I didn’t know. But one thing was certain—I couldn’t keep living like this. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened the night before. Vincent’s words still echoed in my mind—his possessiveness, hi