Ace POV:The cold water ran down my naked body, easing the tension in my muscles and helping to clear my mind. I let out a slow breath, my chest rising and falling as I inhaled deeply. The water cascading over me felt like a temporary reprieve from the storm brewing inside.I was in a daze, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts that had been plaguing me.I can’t kill Isaac. But now, with the truth out in the open, I knew he wasn’t her brother. Does that change anything? Can I finally kill him?I needed to know more about her— about her past, about everything that had led us to this point.After finishing my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. The clock on the wall read 7 PM. I dressed quickly, choosing a casual gray shirt and black pants. As I walked through the hallways, I found Liam waiting for me. "Did you find him?" I asked, my voice calm, though my mind was anything but."Yeah," Liam replied, his tone blank. "Are you sure about this?"
Ace POV:The atmosphere in the room was tense, a mix of frustration and curiosity hanging thick in the air. The meeting was dragging on, my patience wearing thin as Liam recounted the details of our investigation. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of me. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to pierce through the fog of my impatience.Liam’s face was serious as he answered, "Everyone's details are clear, not a single sketchy piece of information."I grumbled under my breath. "It's not conceivable; there must be one mole in the house."The others around the table nodded in agreement, their faces mirroring my frustration. Everyone except Susan, who remained silent, her expression unreadable."Susan, do you have something to say?" I asked, my voice sharp and cold.Susan’s gaze was steady as she folded her hands over her chest. "We should stick together now; if not, we all will be killed."Her words echoed through the room, and ev
Ace POV:I bit my tongue, cursing myself silently. For the past two days, she's been avoiding me, but not completely. She talks to me, but it's different— distant. She's ignoring me, but at the same time, she's not. It's like she's here, but not really. Ugh...Fuck me!Last night, she slept on the couch. No goodnight, no massages, not even a glance when I entered the room. It was as if I was invisible to her. She still makes breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and she eats with me. But the silence... it's uncomfortable, heavy. She only talks to me when I ask her to do something, or when she checks if I want something to eat or if I need any help. That's it.I was angry and irritated when I said those words, and now I regret it. But I didn't tell her to stop talking to me altogether. The tension between us is suffocating, and it’s gnawing at me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.Straightening my posture, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, quickly trying to o
AFTER AN YEARIris POV:The weight of exhaustion was like a heavy cloak around me, making every movement feel like wading through thick molasses. I stirred reluctantly, each muscle in my body protesting against the effort required to rise from the bed. The remnants of sleep clung to me like a shroud, whispering sweet promises of rest and comfort, but reality had other plans.Quinn’s voice cut through the fog, its deep, authoritative tone breaking the spell of my drowsiness. "Stand up, peasant. Make me my breakfast."I groaned inwardly, struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep. With a slow, deliberate effort, I pushed myself out of bed. The coolness of the tile floor against my bare feet was a small relief from the oppressive heat of the day.As I reached the kitchen, I could feel Quinn’s gaze on my back, her concern palpable. “Wow, are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowing in genuine worry as I opened the fridge. The cool air whooshed out, mingling with the warmth of the m
Ace POV:The brightness of the hospital room hit me hard, making my eyes squint in irritation. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the harsh light that felt like needles piercing through my skull. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and I reached up instinctively, feeling the cold touch of the IV needle and wires connected to my body. Glucose dripped slowly from a bag beside the bed, feeding into my veins.I hate this shit.A sigh escaped my lips as I tried to calm the erratic rhythm of my breathing. My thoughts were a mess, fragmented and blurry as I attempted to piece together how I had ended up here. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and it only made me feel more out of place."You're awake," a nurse's cheerful voice broke through the haze, her overly bright demeanor grating on my nerves.Why the hell is she so happy? I glared at her as she bustled around the room, checking my vitals.Before I could respond, the door swung open, and I saw my friends— Ai
Iris POV:Here I am, trying to enjoy my lunch in the quiet corner of the restaurant where all the staff hang out. It's a little refuge, a spot where I can just breathe, away from the prying eyes and the constant buzz of the kitchen. The familiar hum of chatter fills the air, blending with the clinking of cutlery and the soft whir of the ceiling fans above. My plate of food is steaming, a simple meal that should be comforting, but my appetite is nowhere to be found.I can feel their eyes on me—Jeremy and his buddies—watching me from across the room. Their gaze is almost palpable, a heavy, unwelcome presence that makes the air around me feel thicker, more oppressive. Clearly expecting me to look devastated or sad or desperate enough to try and talk to him. But they’re wrong. Idiots.I focus on my food, trying to ignore the knot of tension tightening in my stomach. Gosh, can’t I work anywhere without being embarrassed? It’s like no matter where I go, I can’t escape the feeling of
Iris POV:I stood in the dim light of the New York subway station, the chilly air seeping into my bones despite the early hour. My nerves tingled with anticipation, every sound and movement around me amplified as I waited. Quinn stood beside me, her brows furrowed in concern as she noticed my restless energy."Are you sure you're okay?" Quinn's worried inquiry mirrored my own unease, but I forced a nod, trying to appear calm. My tapping feet, however, betrayed my anxiety, drumming a nervous rhythm against the concrete floor.I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, the hands moving sluggishly as if mocking my impatience. The early hour only served to heighten my anticipation, the quietness of the station amplifying my every thought. I was caught in a loop of anxiety, the minutes stretching into what felt like eternity, each second adding to the weight of my thoughts.Pacing back and forth, I struggled to contain the restless energy surging through me. My mind was a whirlwind o
Iris POV:Warmth enveloped me like a comforting embrace as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. A tingling sensation spread through my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I felt an unusual sense of peace. But as I gradually opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me sent a jolt of shock coursing through my body like a lightning strike.I was lying on my side, and there, nestled against me, was Ace. His face was tucked into the curve of my breasts, his cheek pressed against my nipple as if he had claimed the spot as his own. His touch was gentle but possessive, with his hands resting lightly on my waist while one of his legs was draped sensuously between mine.I blinked rapidly, my mind struggling to process the surreal and inappropriate scene before me. My body tensed in disbelief, and then, unable to contain the horror that gripped me, a scream erupted from my throat, shattering the fragile silence of the room."ACE!" I yelled, sitting up abruptly and instinctively covering mysel