I left the hospital room, and I knew, without a doubt, that I would never go back. My feet carried me without direction, but they knew the way home. A home that had once been a sanctuary, a place where I could breathe and be at peace. Now, it felt like a cage—one I had built for myself.The streets outside were quiet, the world oblivious to the storm raging inside me. My mind echoed with Elena's words, twisting and turning, wrapping themselves around my thoughts like chains."You're already involved," she'd said. "You don't have a choice." I scoffed. She thought she could control me with a few words, with a little pressure. But Elena didn't know me. She didn’t know the strength it took to walk away from someone like Nicolai.I owed him. I owed him everything.But I didn’t owe anyone else. Not Elena. Not his world. And definitely not the suffocating weight of guilt that seemed to follow me like a shadow.I arrived at my house, my hand trembling as I pushed open the door. Marta, the ho
Days passed, one blending into the other, as I drowned myself in work—meetings, reports, deadlines. The familiar rhythm of my company's demands helped push Nicolai and everything about him further into the background, but the pull of guilt and anger never fully left. It was easier to focus on the tasks at hand than to deal with the storm that still raged inside me, but I knew I couldn't keep running forever.Then, one afternoon, Victoria came into my office, her usual bright energy subdued, as though she could sense the weight in the air."How's Nicolai?" she asked softly, her gaze searching mine, as if looking for any sign of vulnerability. "Has he called you? Is he okay?"I set down the pen in my hand, my fingers tightening around it as I spoke. "He never called me. I think he knew I needed space, and I need it, Victoria. So much space." My voice was firm, but the bitterness clung to my words.She gave me a gentle, knowing look. "But... after everything? The accident? The way he’s b
That night, I found myself restless, the weight of everything still hanging in the air. Despite the calm exterior I maintained, my mind couldn’t quiet the storm inside. The unresolved tension between Gideon and me, our tangled history—it was a gnawing presence that refused to be ignored. But tonight, I was determined to take control.I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, the same face, but different somehow. Stronger. Hardened by the years of pain, mistakes, and lessons learned.I grabbed my phone and sent the message.“Come over. I need a drink. We need to talk.”The words were short, direct—no invitation for anything beyond the drink. I wasn’t about to open old wounds, but I wasn’t going to let him think he had the power to hurt me anymore either.A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I knew exactly who it was. I stood up and made my way to the door.There he was,
I met his eyes, no longer the woman who had begged for his love, no longer the one who had been blinded by our past. I was different now. Stronger, more resolute."We move on," I said simply, leaning forward. "You do your thing, I do mine. We don’t need each other to survive anymore. And that's okay. It's time to let it all go."He didn’t argue. He didn’t push back. He just nodded, as though he’d come to the same realization. We were no longer bound by love, by regret, by the past. We were two people who had tried, failed, and now understood that nothing more needed to be said."I always thought we’d be… something more," he murmured, almost to himself.I didn’t flinch. "We were something once, but that was a lifetime ago."Gideon took another long drink, his fingers tightening around his glass, but the storm in his eyes had dulled. There was nothing left between us except for the shadow of a life we’
Gideon’s eyes were filled with a storm of emotions, frustration and pain written clearly on his face, but he didn’t move. His breath came in slow, deliberate pulls, his gaze never leaving mine. The tension between us thickened, and I could feel my resolve cracking under the weight of his silent plea.“You don’t get it, do you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “This isn’t something you can fix with a kiss, Gideon. You can’t just… come back and pretend everything is okay.”He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. For a moment, I thought he might turn away, but instead, he stepped forward. The space between us grew unbearably small.“I know what I did,” he said, his voice softer now, though it still carried the weight of regret. “I know I can’t undo the past, and I won’t ask you to forget it. But Amethyst…” His voice cracked as he said my nam
Gideon’s eyes locked onto mine, dark with regret and an intensity that I couldn’t quite escape. His chest rose and fell beneath me, his breath heavy, like the air between us was thick with everything unsaid. I could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his desire, and it made everything inside of me tremble—both with longing and fear.“I never stopped loving you, Amethyst,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Not for a second."I wanted to pull away. I wanted to shut him out. The memory of the hurt, the betrayal, all the times I’d been left alone with nothing but the broken pieces of what we had—that was still there, gnawing at me. This wasn’t just about a kiss or a touch. It was about everything that came before it.I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to put some space between us, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. "I can’t, Gideon," I wh
Days passed. The ache in my chest didn't fade. It lingered like an unhealed wound, a constant reminder of what I had lost, of what I had chosen to push away. I kept myself busy—work, errands, a blur of tasks that kept my mind from wandering back to him. But no matter how many hours I poured into my job, no matter how much I focused on the smallest of details, I couldn’t escape the echo of his voice, the warmth of his touch, or the way his absence still curled around my thoughts.I thought I was doing okay. The pain was still there, but it was manageable. I was moving forward, one step at a time.Until Victoria pulled me out of my carefully constructed bubble of distraction.We were in the office one morning, the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the clacking of keyboards the only sounds filling the room. I had just sent off an email when Victoria slid into the chair next to mine, leaning in with that knowing look she always wore when she wanted to g
Later that evening, I found myself sitting across from Victoria at a dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that felt like a cruel reminder of how much I’d been trying to numb lately. The amber liquid swirled in my glass as I absentmindedly tapped my finger against it, lost in the quiet hum of conversation around us. Victoria had insisted I come out, said I needed a break from all the pressure I’d been putting on myself. And even though I hadn’t been in the mood to socialize, I knew she was right. I needed to stop hiding in my apartment, wrapped in my own thoughts."You’re awfully quiet tonight," Victoria remarked, leaning back in her chair, eyes flicking between me and the crowded bar. "Are you sure you’re okay?"I forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. "I’m fine. Just... thinking.""About Gideon?"I paused, my fingers tightening around my glass, and looked at her, surprised at how easily she co
The wedding day began with a haze of tension and forced smiles. Amethyst's heart hammered in her chest as she sat in the limousine, the fabric of her wedding gown pooling around her. The air felt stifling despite the car's air conditioning, and every passing moment seemed to pull her further into Nicolai’s trap.Her phone buzzed. The screen flashed with a breaking news alert, the banner at the bottom reading:"LIVE: BOMB THREAT REPORTED AT AMADEUS ENTERPRISES BUILDING."Her breath caught in her throat. The screen displayed shaky footage of employees evacuating the building. Police cars were parked outside, their lights casting ominous flashes of red and blue. Amid the chaos, the camera zoomed in on a familiar figure entering the building: Gideon Grayson.Amethyst's pulse raced as fear clawed its way up her throat. Gideon was going into the building—a bomb-rigged building—and she was on her way to a farce of a wedding."No!" she whispered, clutching the phone tightly. Panic surged as s
Nicolai's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat, each syllable reminding me of the precarious position I was in. The bomb, the ring, the wedding—everything felt like a twisted game he was playing with me, and I was caught in the middle. But beneath it all, a fire still burned in me, refusing to be extinguished.As Nicolai went on, detailing every intricate aspect of the wedding plans, I forced myself to focus. His voice became a hum in the background as my thoughts began to shift inward. I couldn't let him think he'd won. Not yet.He paused, waiting for me to respond to something he had said. I snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feigning distraction.He frowned, his sharp gaze assessing me. "Are you even listening, Amethyst?" His tone was suddenly colder, suspicion creeping into his voice."Of course," I replied, offering a strained smile. "I just... I'm trying to imagine everything. It sounds perfect." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I forced t
Nicolai’s smirk returned, but it was tinged with something cruel, something that made the air in the room feel heavier. He moved closer, his presence suffocating, until he stood mere inches from me. “You still think this is a negotiation, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and mocking. “That you have some kind of choice. But let me show you just how wrong you are.”Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the center of the room. I stumbled, barely catching myself as he dragged me to a small table I hadn’t noticed before. On it sat a sleek black device—unassuming at first glance, but the red light blinking steadily on its surface told me it was anything but ordinary.My blood ran cold.“What... what is that?” I asked, my voice faltering for the first time.Nicolai’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “This,” he said, gesturing to the device, “is the key to your compliance.”He pressed a button on the side, and a small screen lit up, displaying a digital map
The sharp sting in my wrist reverberated as I clutched it to my chest, glaring up at Nicolai. His smirk was infuriating, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But I wasn't going to let him see my fear—not again."You’re wrong," I spat, my voice steady despite the tremor threatening to break through. "I’m not yours. Not anymore."He leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You’ll realize soon enough, Amethyst. You belong to me. Always have. Always will." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but the venom in his words was unmistakable.The car jolted as it turned sharply, and I used the momentary imbalance to push against him with all my strength. Nicolai stumbled back slightly, his grip loosening just enough for me to lunge for the door handle. My heart raced as I yanked at it, desperate for an escape, but it didn’t budge. Child locks. Of course."You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?" Nicolai taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos in the confi
The sharp pressure of Nicolai's hand around my waist was suffocating, as though his grip was the only thing holding me to the world. I felt the panic clawing at my chest, but I forced myself to breathe steadily. There had to be a way out. I couldn’t let him drag me back into his hell.As we stood there in the middle of my office, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly outside, but no one seemed to notice the tension thickening the air. Nicolai’s eyes locked onto mine with that same unsettling intensity, the familiar mixture of possessiveness and danger swirling in his gaze."You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "I’ve already taken care of the people outside. No one will know you’re missing. Not until I’m ready for them to."A cold shiver ran down my spine. How did he do this? How did he always manage to control every situation, every person around him? I could feel the anger and helplessness bubbling within me, but I needed to think. I couldn’t just let h
I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing as Nicolai's words echoed in my ears. "You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just erase everything we've been through? No, Amethyst, you're not done until I say you are."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Nicolai. You had your chance, and you lost me. This is over."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended. But then Nicolai's voice returned, low and dangerous."You don't get to decide that, Amethyst. You're mine. And I'll remind you just how much you're mine."The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though he was already close, watching, waiting. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard the faintest rustle on the other side of the phone, like the sound of a door opening.Before I could respond, the call a
Days passed, each one slipping by in a blur of activity and emotions I couldn’t seem to shake. It was as though the weight of the past hung over me, suffocating at times, but the presence of Gideon beside me provided a semblance of stability.Yet even his reassuring presence couldn’t erase the constant unease gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. Nicolai’s shadow still loomed large in my life, and I knew that my decision to walk away from him hadn’t gone unnoticed. I spent those days trying to ignore the anxiety that tugged at my heart, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that the past was behind me. But the reality of what I’d left behind was too real to ignore. Nicolai wasn’t the kind of man who let people walk away from him without consequences.I was standing on the balcony one evening, the cool breeze brushing my face, when Victoria—my ever-vigilant assistant and best friend—came to join me. Her face was etched with concern, and she didn’t need to ask to know what
The following days felt like a delicate dance—one where I was constantly aware of the fragile balance between what I wanted to believe and the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Each moment with Gideon felt like a small victory, but the weight of Nicolai’s threat still loomed over us, unspoken yet present in the quiet spaces between our words.Gideon’s presence grounded me, and I found myself leaning on him more than I thought I ever would. But beneath the comfort, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear that Nicolai was still out there, a shadow hanging over everything, threatening to destroy it all. Nicolai wasn’t a man who took kindly to betrayal or failure. The moment I’d left him, the moment I’d walked away, I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that he would find a way to make me pay.On one particularly cold evening, as the sun dipped low and the sky bled into hues of purple and gold, I found myself once again on the balcony, wrapped
The days that followed were a delicate balance of old habits and new emotions, a quiet dance between familiarity and the tentative trust that had begun to grow between us. Gideon’s presence was steady, unassuming, yet it grounded me in ways I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the words he’d spoken or the kiss we’d shared—it was the way he existed in my space without demanding anything more than what I could give.Still, my mind raced when I was alone, questions swirling in the silence of the night. Could I really let my guard down? Could I trust someone again, after everything that had happened? The answers weren’t clear, but I found myself drawn to him in ways that scared and soothed me all at once.On a brisk evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of amber and violet, I found myself on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. The cool air nipped at my skin, but it was refreshing, a reminder that the world kept moving forward no matter how tangled my thoug