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Note: There will be three books in this series, so try to connect with every character. Anyone could be the main character in the next book. Sky’s P.O.V. It’s late at night, and I’m in the middle of fucking a girl from behind. The girl’s hands are tied to the bedposts, and her moans fill the room as I give her deep and hard thrusts, squeezing her buttocks. “Oh… God…” she begs, “Can I come, Sky, please…” “Not yet…” I deny it, and the sound of my hand contacting her buttocks echoes in the room. As I continue to fuck her, my damn phone rings constantly, annoying me. Who the fuck is calling me at this time of night? Frustrated, I reach over to cut the call, but then I see the name on the screen. Zoe. The only person I can’t ignore, no matter what I’m doing. She’s been my best friend since school. Our connection was instant from the moment we met, and it only grew stronger as time went on. We know each other’s deepest secrets and almost everything about each other. But I don’t kno
Zoe’s P.O.V.“Selena, can’t you skip one class? It’s Sky’s basketball match today.” I plead with my friend as we walk to the classroom together.“Zoe, I can’t,” she denies, shaking her head. “My parents would kill me if I missed it.”Selena is my new but already close friend. I know she’s a bit of a stickler for rules because of her parents, but I’m determined to drag her to the game with me. We’ve only been friends for six months, but our bond has grown quickly. We met at the beginning of our first year in college, and she has been by my side unwaveringly ever since.I wave her concerns away, striding beside her. “Oh, come on! Half the class isn’t going to be there, anyway. Plus, you know the professor loves the basketball team. He’ll probably let us go!”“Zoe, you know I can’t just skip classes. My family is really strict about my attendance,” she responds, glancing at me.She halts as I give her my best puppy-dog eyes and pout, coming in front of her. “Please, Selena? Sky’s game is
Sky’s P.O.V.After picking up Zoe, I arrive at the club. She’s dressed in a white body-con dress, her straight brown hair styled perfectly, with curtain bangs framing her forehead. Her makeup is flawless. I, on the other hand, am dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, feeling somewhat underdressed beside her.Zoe loves to dress up, and she knows how to turn heads. As soon as we step inside, she pulls out her phone and takes a quick selfie. Then she insists I take a few photos of her.“Okay, okay, but just a few, or we’ll be here all night.” I sigh, reluctantly pulling out my phone and snapping a few photos of her, knowing she won’t leave me until I do.***“Next month, we have a match with the Wild Flowers College team. We have to win that match, Sky.” Alex speaks, sitting beside me on the bar stool, holding a glass of drink in his hand. Zoe is sitting on my other side.Alex has always been the bad-boy type, but I know there’s more to him. Despite his tough exterior, he’s a soft
Sky’s P.O.V.After leaving with the girl who had been eyeing me, we found a private room upstairs. It was supposed to be a fun night, but I couldn’t stop myself from worrying about leaving Zoe alone.Although Alex is with her, it’s not helping me. I don’t know why I’m feeling so restless. I hope Zoe is alright.As soon as I’m done with the girl, I make an excuse and head back to the club, concerned for Zoe.When I find her in the crowd, I stop.Fuck! She is in trouble again, as expected.I see a guy gripping Zoe’s arm; her face twisted in distress. A wave of anger rushes over me, and I clench my fists. I dash through the crowd towards him, glaring at him with fury.“Get your hands off her!” I yell, shoving the guy away from Zoe. He stumbles back, hitting the floor hard.Seeing my rage, he doesn’t dare to utter a word and disappears.Good for him.I turn towards Zoe, still angry. “Where the fuck is Alex, and why did you drink so much?” I snap, but as I notice her eyes—red and filled wi
“Sky, listen to me.” I step in front of Sky just as he’s about to leave the canteen.He snaps, “Why? Do you ever listen to me, Trouble?”I know his anger is justified, but last night I just lost control.“Sky, I started missing my mom last night and couldn’t control myself from drinking.” As I explain with a hint of pain in my voice, the anger instantly disappears from his eyes.He places his hand on my face and speaks in a soft tone, “I’m not angry about that, Trouble. You should have gone home with Alex.”“I know, but it was too early to go home, Sky.”And I don’t like to go there when there’s no one waiting for me. My heart aches to see the empty apartment.He already knows the reason, so I don’t have to explain. His expression softens even more. “You should’ve called me.”“I didn’t want to disturb you.”“You’re important to me, Trouble. You can never disturb me.”I know I’m important to him, but I don’t like to bother him with my problems all the time.“But you have your own life,
Sky’s P.O.V.“What happened to your leg?” I ask Zoe as I take a seat beside her on the desk in the classroom and notice a deep red mark on her shin.“I slipped in the bathroom,” she replies casually, taking a book from her bag.“When? Are you alright?” I freak out, concerned.“I’m fine, Sky. Don’t worry.” She reassures me, glancing at me.Before I can ask more questions, Selena enters the classroom and walks over to us. “Thanks for last night, Zoe.” She glances at Zoe’s leg. “I’m sorry you got injured because of me.”I stare at them, baffled. “What happened last night?”As Selena tells me how Zoe confronted the guy for her, Zoe hides her face behind her hand.That bastard. I’m not going to let him get away with hurting my best friend. He’s going to face my wrath.And what can I say about my dear Zoe? First, she puts herself in danger instead of asking for my help, and then she lies to me.God! This girl. She’s going to drive me crazy.After getting the guy’s details from Selena, I lea
Sky’s P.O.V.As I reach home, my mind spins after what I witnessed at Zoe’s apartment. I can’t shake the image of her from my mind—her flushed face, the way her legs were parted, and the way she pressed the vibrator against herself. These images replay over and over, driving me crazy.Fuck! What’s wrong with me? I need to take a shower.I hurl my keys onto the kitchen counter and head straight to my bedroom, hoping a hot shower will clear my mind. But even under the warm water, I can’t stop thinking about her—my best friend, the girl I’ve always protected, the girl I’ve never seen in that way.I groan, frustrated with myself. “Get a grip, Sky. She’s your best friend, not some fantasy.” But my body doesn’t listen. My mind is filled with images of her, and it’s making me hard.Damn! I shouldn’t have seen her like that. It’s wrong. I can’t lust after my best friend. If Zoe ever finds out, I can’t imagine how she’ll react.No. No. She can never know. It would ruin our friendship. I can’t
Sky’s P.O.V.After the call, I head inside my penthouse. I need a distraction, something to take my mind off Zoe and the torturous images replaying in my head. Painting always helps me clear my mind, so I decide to give it a try.I hope focusing on a canvas will help me regain some control.I stand in front of the canvas with brushes and paints in my art room, my favourite place. Whenever I have free time, I come here and paint. I inherited this talent from my late mother. Painting makes me feel connected to her. After her passing a few years ago, I left the house we shared and moved into this penthouse. My dad often urges me to return home, but I’m not ready yet.As I begin painting, I try to let my mind wander to anything other than Zoe, but it’s no use. Every brushstroke seems to be guided by my subconscious thoughts of her. Before I realise it, I’m painting her.Zoe, lying half-naked on a bed, her lips slightly parted. Her eyes are closed, and her face is flushed, just like last n
Alex’s P.O.V.Six Months LaterWe’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine.Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment.Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers.And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her beaut
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm