Zoe's P.O.V.I regain consciousness and find myself in a dark basement. My head throbs with pain, and I try to make sense of my surroundings.Where am I? How did I get here?As I wonder, I recall opening the villa's door, shocked to see a few men standing there. Before I could ask anything, one of them hit me with the end of a gun on my forehead, and I blacked out instantly.I struggle to sit up, my hands trembling in fear. The air is damp and musty, and I can hear the distant sound of water dripping. I can't see much, but I can feel the cold, hard floor beneath me. I'm afraid. The darkness around me is terrifying.Why would anyone do this to me? Who are these men? What do they want? I don't even know anybody in Ibiza.I walk over to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I press my ear against it, trying to hear any sounds from the other side, but all I get is silence.The fear is making my entire body shiver, but I know I have to find a way out and stay strong, even though I don't
Sky's P.O.V. I sit in the waiting area, distraught. I don't understand what is happening in my life. First Zoe, now my father. I feel like my mind is about to explode. The minutes feel like hours as I wait for news about my father. My heart is pounding, and I can't stop my hands from trembling. Finally, the doctor emerges from the double doors. I rush over to him. "Doctor, how is he? Is he okay?" The doctor's expression is serious but calm. "Your father had a heart attack. We were able to stabilize him, but he needs rest and must be kept away from stress. You can see him now, but try not to upset him." I enter my father's room and see him lying there, looking pale and fragile. As I approach him, he whispers weakly, "Sky," reaching out for my hand. I take it and squeeze it gently. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He shakes his head slightly. "It's not your fault, son. But please, listen to me. You need to come back to New York. You can't keep living l
Sky’s P.O.V.The car screeches to a halt as the driver pulls up to the location. I jump out before the engine even stops, my heart racing with fright. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me.My heart almost stops beating as I see her—my Zoe. She’s beaten up, her face bruised and swollen, her clothes tattered. She looks so fragile, so broken, that I feel like someone has ripped my heart out of my chest.Literally, I feel like killing my father after making him pay for every single tear and bruise on her body. It’s still unbelievable that he is the one who made his own son suffer. How could anybody do that to their own child?“Zoe…” I cry out, rushing to her side. She is sitting, leaning against a wall, and as her eyes land on me, they shine a bit.“Sky…” she whispers, her voice weak and trembling.I never thought that when I would meet her again, her condition would be so miserable. I feel as if I can’t breathe after seeing her like this, but I need to be strong for
Sky's P.O.V.After the Doctor leaves, treating her wounds, I lie down, holding her close. I'm bare-chested, and she's wearing my shirt, which hangs loosely on her fragile frame. As I caress her hair, she traces imaginary circles on my chest.Although my heart aches to see her in this condition, I feel profound relief that we're finally together again. I had been yearning for her presence for almost a month, and now finally she is here, safe in my arms.I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks when I saw the burn marks on her feet. She has been through so much in these two weeks.I still can't believe that it was my father who did this to her. But why? To protect me? That's bullshit. I know he's lying to me. If he just wanted to keep her away from me, then he wouldn't have tortured her like this.With every passing second, my rage intensifies. He has to answer every single one of my questions and suffer for what he did to my Trouble."Sky," she whispers, her voice soft and
Zoe's P.O.V."I don't understand why someone kidnapped and tortured me, Sky," I question him as we sit on the plane. He convinced me to return to New York, but the truth is, I'm not returning just because of him. I have my reasons. After my kidnapping, I can't stay alone anymore. I'm so afraid. The last two weeks were worse than any nightmare I've ever had.I was kept in a dark basement, tortured and starved. The first few days, I tried to keep track of time, counting the hours in my head, but eventually, I lost all sense of it. Every time those footsteps approached, my heart would race with dread, knowing what was to come.They didn't just beat me—they played with my mind. They'd leave me in there for hours, maybe days, without food or water until I was too weak to even cry out. Then, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, they'd drag me out and force me to eat, only to take it away before I could finish.They would come into the room, blindfold me, and whisper horrible things in
Sky's P.O.V."Fine, I'll stay with you at your apartment as a friend. I won't cross any boundaries, I promise. But I need to be there for you. You've been through so much, and I can't let you face it alone, Trouble. Please let me stay with you."I'm certain we can't return to being just friends when I know how her lips taste, how tight she feels when I'm inside her, and how it feels to lie naked, holding her in my arms. But if being friends is the only way I can stay close to her right now, then I'll take it. I can't stand the thought of her being alone after everything she's been through. The nightmares, the fear—she shouldn't have to face that on her own.I also know that with time, she'll accept our relationship. Until then, I'll help her overcome her deep-rooted fear of losing the people who come close to her."Okay, you can stay at my apartment." As she agrees, I sigh in relief, closing my eyes. "But only for a week."I just nod at her in response, glad that at least she's lettin
Zoe’s P.O.V.“I’m glad you’re back with Sky.” Selena smiles at me.My lips draw down. “Selena, we’re not back together yet. Not properly.”Her brows narrow in confusion. “Zoe, what do you mean you’re not back together properly? You’re with him now, aren’t you?”I take a deep breath. “I’m with him, but only as a friend. Selena, I just… I’m terrified. I love Sky, but I can’t live every day with the fear that I’ll lose him. It’s too much. I’ve already lost so much, and I don’t think I can survive losing him as well.”I explain myself to her, fiddling with my pendant. Deep inside, I know it’s irrational, but I truly can’t live every day worrying about Sky, and I also can’t keep myself away from him any longer. I’m relieved that Sky accepted my decision without argument. To be honest, I’m falling for Sky even more deeply now because of the way he isn’t giving up on us.Despite being shattered by my condition and the revelation about his father’s involvement, he remains strong, as always. S
Sky’s P.O.V.“Sky, I can’t believe you were just about to have your father arrested—”“Don’t,” I cut him off. “Just don’t call yourself my father. You’ve lost that right. And you should be grateful you’re standing alive in front of me.”I see the flicker of fear in his eyes. He knows I’m serious. He knows that if it weren’t for the law restraining me, I would have ended him right here, right now.“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts,” I assert, keeping my rage-filled eyes fixed on him. “Because it won’t last long. I’m going to find the proof, and when I do, you’ll pay for every single thing you did to her.”He takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a sinister whisper. “You’re making a mistake, Sky. Do you think you can fight me? Bring me down? Don’t you know how powerful I am?”“Don’t you know what I’m capable of?” I question him back, my deadly glare glued to him. “My dear father, I’ll become more powerful than you. I won’t stop until you’re behind bars, where you belong.”“I’m sur
Selena’s P.O.V.As I collapse onto the sleeping bag, I press my fists against my ears, trying to block out the sound of my own heart pounding, trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. I can’t let him get close to me. Not now, never. I hear Mr Luther’s footsteps from outside and then his deep voice. "Selena. Let me in."I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring him. "There’s a vacant tent nearby, Mr. Luther. You can sleep there." I respond, feeling a deep ache in my chest. All I want right now is to sleep in his warm arms like last night, but I can’t—and it hurts so much.Silence.I imagine him standing there, probably running his hand through his hair in frustration. I bite my lip, not ready to change my mind.“Selena, please,” he requests, making my chest even more heavy with pain. I know I’m not doing right with him, but I’ve no other choice. “I need space.” As I force myself to say these words, fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. I need him. But how can I say this? “I’m no
Selena’s P.O.V.After dinner, Mr Luther and I sit outside our tent, staring at the sky full of stars. The view is breathtaking—so peaceful. However, his presence brings an even deeper peace.The way he gazes at the stars, it’s as if he adores them deeply.“You like the stars?” I ask, breaking the silence.He turns to look at me with a small smile on his face and nods at me, his eyes sparkling. “Yes, I do. I love them because they shine even in darkness... just like you.”His unexpected words leave me speechless. Will he just stop doing this? It’s getting hard for me to control my heart.He moves closer and gently cups my face, locking his eyes with mine. My heart is beating so fast that I’m sure he can feel it. Like always, his proximity is sending shivers down my spine and making my breath heavy.“My life was completely dark, and then you came into it like a ray of sunshine, illuminating everything,” he whispers, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “You’re my little star, Selena.”H
Selena’s P.O.V.We return to the campsite, and at night, there’s a party going on. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, but my mind is stuck on the blowjob I gave to Mr Luther. Damn, that was so hot. His groans and moans are replaying in my head, giving me a strange sense of pleasure. I don’t know why, but I get another kind of satisfaction knowing that I please Mr. Luther.I stand, leaning against a table, sipping alcohol. Mr Luther is inside the tent, but I can’t stop wondering about him. I know what we’re doing is wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way.I return to the earth as a guy approaches me.“Remember me?” he asks in his casual tone. I shake my head, not recognising him at first.But as I look at him from close, I suddenly remember that he’s one of my past hookups. “I just recalled. But look, I’m not interested,” I say firmly, taking another sip of my drink and looking away.He smirks. “Come on, Selena. We had a great time back then. Thought you might want a repeat.”If
James's P.O.V.We reach the ice mountains by bus, and it’s a beautiful place. I’ve never travelled just for fun, but Selena gave me the chance, and honestly, I don’t regret it at all.We all step out of the bus, and Selena's eyes are fixed on her friends, who are busy with their boyfriends, getting romantic in the beautiful atmosphere. I can see the desire in her eyes—the longing for love that she craves so deeply. I want to give her that love, more than she could ever imagine.God! I don’t know why, but I fucking want to fulfil this woman’s every hidden desire, even the ones she isn’t aware of. I want to give her all the happiness she deserves, and I am willing to go to any extent to make it happen.But I know that if I start showering her with all the love I have, she’ll run away from me, and I can’t let that happen.That’s why I’ll take it slow and carve a place for myself in her heart so that she won’t even think of running away from me. She has no option but to stay with me.Damn
James’s P.O.V. I wake up in the morning, feeling something different, something special about today. There’s a warmth in my arms—a presence I’ve never had before. I glance down and see her. Selena. A small smile instantly spread across my face. Her bare boobs are pressed against my chest and our legs are entangled beneath the comforter. I’ve never shared my bed with any woman before, but having her here, in my arms, feels so right. As I gaze at her sleeping face, I feel contented. I run my hand through her silky hair, admiring the angel. She looks so beautiful while she sleeps. I can watch her like this for hours. It’s so peaceful. Her gentle breaths tickle my bare chest, sending shivers down my spine and making me horny for her again. Last night, only I know how I controlled myself—how I controlled myself from not fucking her. My dick throbbed painfully inside my pants, watching her cum with her bra inside her mouth, her eyes closed. Fuck! That sight was heaven. As the i
Selena’s P.O.V. I pant from another intense kiss. The memory of him kissing that girl in front of everyone still hurts. “It was just a dare, Selena,” he explains to me, a bit irked. “You were the one who forced me to play that stupid game.” “But you could have kissed me, not her.” I avert my eyes, showing my anger to him. He takes my chin in his hand and turns my face to him, making me meet his gaze. “I didn’t kiss you because I care about your reputation. Think about it—what would people think if I kissed you? And this...” He gestures between us. “What we have is our little secret, Selena. I never want to put you in a position where people will question you. I’m sorry if I hurt you. But that was never my intention.” His words make me look at him in amazement. The honesty in his voice and the way he thought about my reputation touch my heart. My anger dissipates like smoke, replaced by a warmth that spreads through my chest. No one has ever thought about me like this. Nobody has
Selena’s P.O.V. Mr Luther slowly stands up and walks closer to me, fixing his intense gaze on me. My heartbeat quickens with each passing second. Is he really going to kiss me in front of all the students? God! My cheeks are burning, and I clench my fists to stop myself from trembling. As he reaches in front of me, I glance at him with a shy smile before closing my eyes and waiting for his lips to touch mine. But it doesn’t happen. I open my eyes in confusion, only to see him leaning toward another girl sitting beside me. My eyes widen, and my face turns pale as he plants a quick kiss on her cheek. I can’t believe what just happened. He should have kissed me. How could he kiss someone else? Then he straightens and his expression is unreadable. The girl giggles, flattered, and I just stare at him, my eyes getting wet. I feel both hurt and anger at the same time, struggling to keep my face neutral. How could he do that? How could he kiss another girl? And why? I glance at
Selena’s P.O.V.After a quick nap, I wake up to find James working on his laptop, sitting beside me. His brows are furrowed, his sharp jawline clearly noticeable in the glow of the screen.How does he always look so effortlessly hot and handsome?I shake my head, trying not to stare, but it’s impossible.As my phone vibrates, I pick it up from beside me.It’s a text from Stella.Stella: Bonfire and dinner are ready.“Let’s go, Mr. Luther. Dinner is ready,” I tell him, getting up. He shuts the laptop and sets it aside after nodding.As soon as we step outside the tent, the mountain night air hits me, and I realise my hair is a mess from sleeping. Before I can fix it, James stands in front of me and smooths it down. A shiver runs down my spine, not because of the chilly breeze, but because of his touch. I gaze at him in admiration.The walls I’ve built around my heart—he’s breaking them so effortlessly.The words he said to me during trekking constantly ring in my head. ‘You don’t have
Selena’s P.O.V.After reaching the camping site, we get busy setting up our tents.In the midst of it all, Stella gets injured while working, and Alex immediately rushes to her side and sucks on her finger where she got hurt. It’s such a sweet gesture. I smile at them. They're cute. When they met, they were step-siblings who were always ready to fight with each other and look at them now—madly in love.But suddenly I feel a pang of longing. I crave that kind of love.Almost instinctively, my gaze shifts to Mr Luther.No. No, Selena. Just don’t go there. That’s completely wrong.I shake my head, trying to dismiss the ridiculous thoughts entering my mind. He’s off-limits in every way possible.Still, my eyes steal glances at him while he helps carry some supplies to the main tent. His shirt clings to his broad shoulders, and even in casual clothes, he looks so tempting. I force myself to turn back to help Zoe tie up her tent properly.Once our tents are ready, the three of us crawl in