Ace POV:Mesmerizing.That was the only word that fit as I watched her. She looked different tonight, though in a way that was both alluring and unsettling. There was a dangerous edge to her beauty, something that made my pulse quicken despite my efforts to remain indifferent.I handed her the flowers. Jasmine, of course. The delicate scent seemed to fill the air around us as she took them from my hands. Her eyes widened slightly as she brought the flowers to her nose, inhaling deeply. A smile spread across her face, gentle and genuine. “Thank you,” she said, her voice a soft, soothing melody that seemed to calm the chaos in my mind.“My pleasure, sweet Mini,” I murmured, as I reached out to open the car door for her. She deserves courtesy.I watched as she slid into the passenger seat, her movements graceful yet tinged with an apprehensive excitement.I settled into my seat, starting the engine with a practiced motion. The car roared to life, and the hum of the engine seemed to c
Author POV:Iris trudged through the restaurant, her exhaustion visible in her slumped shoulders and the weariness in her eyes. The hotel’s low popularity meant her workload was consistently heavy, and tonight was no exception. The limited staff made her duties— washing dishes, mopping floors, and cleaning tables— seem endless. Each task felt like a mountain, and every time she thought she might finally be finished, another chore was added to her list.The head chef, a man who lacked both culinary skill and managerial aptitude, handed her a small wad of cash. His face was expressionless as he counted the money, hardly acknowledging the exhaustion etched into Iris’s features. "That’s all, Iris. You can leave now."Her heart sank at the casual dismissal. She was grateful for the small amount of money but wished she could have been given a bit more consideration for the effort she put in. She mumbled a quiet "OK" and shuffled out of the kitchen, her head hung low. She left the resta
Iris POV:The thrill of anticipation bubbled up inside me as Ace drove us through the bustling streets of Manhattan. Today was special— it had been far too long since I last saw my brother, and the prospect of reuniting with him filled me with joy. Ace’s willingness to bring me here meant so much.But every time I glanced at Ace, my gaze inevitably drifted to his lips, and I recalled the events of this morning. A memory that made my cheeks flush with heat every time I glanced at him. It felt almost sinful to let my mind drift back to those moments, especially when we were on our way to something as important as seeing my brother.TGosh, it was such a dirty thing to do.Do all people feel this way? But Ace didn’t seem awkward about it, not in the slightest. He carried himself with that same confident, composed demeanor, as if nothing had happened.“Mini,” Ace’s deep, velvety voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.“Yes?” I responded quickly, biting my lower lip
Ace POV:Seducing.That’s what she’s doing to me, and she doesn’t even realize it.Every detail about her is driving me wild— the way her eyes light up with curiosity, the way her smile melts my resolve, and especially the way her little body molds perfectly against mine. The way she whines when I don’t sleep beside her— it’s like she’s pulling me into her world, and I’m helpless to resist.But her eyes… those damn eyes of hers— they’re going to be the end of me someday. They hold a depth that’s both inviting and terrifying, and they pierce through every defense I’ve ever had.It’s 5 in the morning.I’m sitting beside her, my gaze locked on her serene form. She’s sprawled out in the center of the bed, sleeping so peacefully. My heart aches with the desire to wake her, but she looks so content and tranquil that I can’t bring myself to disturb her.She’s wearing one of my shirts, the fabric barely covering her. It’s unbuttoned, revealing the soft curves of her body, and a skirt that a
Ace POV:She’s bleeding.The realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I stared at her peaceful face, nestled so close to mine. I wanted to wake her, to tell her what was happening, but she was sleeping so soundly, so undisturbed. It was as if the pain hadn't caught up to her yet.It was 2 in the morning when I stirred from sleep, my throat parched, and reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. But as I moved, something caught my eye—dark spots on the side of my waist. Blood. My first instinct was to check myself, but then I noticed more on her inner thighs.My gaze drifted back to her, a wave of concern washing over me. This girl doesn’t even know she’s having her period. Her head rested on my shoulder, but it kept slipping into the curve of my neck.So yeah, her neck was awkwardly propped against my collarbone, and her face was half-buried into the crook of my neck. I couldn’t bring myself to feel disgusted by the blood. I mean, why would I? It’s just blood. I’ve see
Ivan POV:"I know it's been a long time, I am sorry, kiddo," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my grief. The gravestone before me felt cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of the life that had been stolen from me. My heart burned with a mixture of sorrow and fury, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check as I wiped away the tears that threatened to overwhelm me.I took a deep breath, my vision blurring as I blinked rapidly. "Just a little more, Laurie. I’ve gathered almost everything that can ruin his life just like he ruined ours," I said, my voice strained but resolute. I gently placed the flowers on the grave, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere. The act was both a tribute and a promise— a vow to my brother that I would avenge him.Laurie was the only one who had truly loved me, besides my family. But Ace had taken that away from me. He had shattered my world, torn apart everything I had held dear. The rage inside me simmered,
Iris POV:Tick. Tick. Tick.The relentless ticking of the clock seemed to amplify the chill in the room. The cold breeze sneaked through the slightly open windows, sending shivers through me despite the warm blankets I had wrapped around myself. I stood up from the chair that had become my makeshift desk, peering outside through the partially closed window.The spring was coming to an end. I closed the windows with a soft click, the familiar sound of the latch locking into place adding to the eerie quiet.Flopping back onto the bed, I rolled myself snugly into the blankets, hoping the warmth would chase away the growing sense of unease. The restaurant was undergoing construction, and though the break was a much-needed reprieve, it came with the bitter reality of not having my salary. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position while my mind swirled with worries. Jeremy had been my savior before, helping me land the restaurant job, bu
Iris POV:Pain. It was the only thing I felt when I woke up, dragging me from the void of unconsciousness into a reality that was even worse. The first thing I noticed was the sharp, throbbing ache in my scalp where they had yanked my hair so brutally. My head pounded in rhythm with my heartbeat, the pain radiating down my neck, making every small movement feel like a trial.I tried to swallow, but my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. Even my saliva seemed to have dried up. Thirst gnawed at me, a primal need that I couldn’t satisfy. I wondered if this was how it would end for me— dying of thirst, my body slowly giving out in this filthy, dark place. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t considered dying before. In my darkest moments, the idea of ending it all had crossed my mind. But back then, he had saved me. Maybe not this time.I moved slowly, trying to sit up despite the pain shooting through my head. My vision was blurry, my eyes struggling to focus. Everything felt heavy