The days had passed since the night Gideon and I had shared that long, difficult conversation at the bar. I had tried to go about my life, keeping my distance from him, just as I promised myself I would. But things weren’t as simple as I had imagined. The more time I spent apart from him, the more I found myself questioning everything. I had thought I could let him back into my life as a friend—after all, what did I have to lose? But it wasn’t that easy.
I had just arrived home from a meeting at work when I saw her standing on my doorstep. The woman who had once been Gideon’s lover—and had played a key role in everything that had gone wrong between us—Alexa. She stood there, poised and confident, but I could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were set, as if bracing herself for whatever might come next.
I hesitated for a moment. My chest tightened. I had not expected to see her, not in my home, and certainly not li
GIDEON’S POVI couldn't stop thinking about Amethyst.The conversation we’d had at the coffee shop earlier that day kept replaying in my mind—her words, the way her voice had wavered with the weight of everything she was trying to process. I knew I had a lot to make up for. I’d hurt her before, left her when she needed me the most, and now, after all the damage, I was trying—trying to show her that I was different, that I had changed.But then Alexa had to show up.Her visit yesterday had been a complication I hadn’t prepared for. I’d been so focused on Amethyst and the fragile hope that we could rebuild what we once had that I hadn’t even thought to mention the legalities of my divorce. I never expected Alexa to come to Amethyst’s door and throw my unfinished marriage in her face.I clenched my fists as I pulled into the parking lot of the building where I knew Alexa would be. The words I had b
The drive to the bar was an impulse—something I did to give myself a moment of distance, of space, before I confronted Alexa. I needed to clear my head, to steel myself for the conversation that had been a long time coming.I couldn’t go home yet. Not with her still there.When I walked into the dimly lit bar, I was greeted by the familiar hum of low conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the clatter of a pool table in the corner. It was the kind of place that felt like a refuge, where no one asked questions, and the noise drowned out the mess in my head.I made my way to the bar and sat on the stool, signaling to the bartender. He nodded, already recognizing me. "The usual?""Yeah," I muttered, rubbing my hands against my face. I had no patience for small talk. I just needed the drink.He slid the glass of whiskey across the counter, and I took it without hesitation, the burn of alcohol slipping down my throat in one smooth motion.
I shook my head, my frustration flaring. "No, we don’t need to go through it again. You and I are done. I’m done with you."Her eyebrows shot up, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—a mixture of surprise and something that almost looked like... relief."Excuse me?" she said, her tone cold. "I think you need to get your head on straight. We’ve been through a lot, and you're acting like I’m the one standing in the way of you and your little rebound with Amethyst."I walked over to the couch and stood in front of her, locking my eyes on hers. "This has nothing to do with a rebound," I said, my voice low but firm. "It’s about you. About us. About the fact that you’ve been holding on to something that’s over. You think you can just waltz back into my life and still have a say in what happens between me and her? You don’t."She stood up then, her lips curling into a thin, almost sarcast
“Gideon, it’s not about forgiveness,” she finally said, her voice calm but with a certain edge. “It’s not about you asking for my trust. You’re right, you hurt me. And I’m still trying to figure out if I even want to let you in again. But I will tell you one thing—I’m fine.”
When the clock finally struck 10 AM, I heard the soft sound of the doorbell ring through the house. My stomach flipped, but I forced myself to stand, to walk across the living room to the door. I opened it to find her standing there, looking as beautiful and composed as ever, but there was something in her eyes that I couldn’t quite place. Something guarded, almost vulnerable.“Hey,” she said, her voice quiet, but steady.“Hey,” I replied, my voice hoarse. I didn’t know what else to say, so I stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. “You want coffee?”“Sure,” she said, her tone light, but not too eager. She wasn’t here for small talk. She wasn’t here for pleasantries.I made my way to the kitchen, but I could feel her eyes following me. Every movement of hers was deliberate, controlled. She wasn’t here to let me off the hook. She was here to make me prove myself.Th
AMETHYST POVThe days blurred together in a haze of paperwork, phone calls, and deadlines. I spent long hours at my desk, my eyes sore from the constant reading and signing of documents, my mind cluttered with unfinished thoughts and unresolved emotions.I was hunched over the papers again, my pen scratching out another signature, when I heard the sound of the door creak open. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up.I saw Nicolai stood in the doorway, his posture rigid, eyes filled with anger. He didn’t knock. He never did. He simply barged in, as if he owned the place.My pulse quickened, but I refused to let the fear show. I straightened in my chair, gathering my composure as best I could.“Amethyst,” Nicolai growled, his voice low and full of accusation. “I heard you’ve been getting close to Gideon. Is that true?”The question hit me like a punch to the stomach. I had expected this, but it didn’t make it any easier. I didn’t want to talk about Gideon with him. Not here, not now, bu
As the night crept on, I tried to push the lingering tension from my mind. But Nicolai’s words, the crushing weight of our deal, and the intense physical reminder of his grip on my wrist kept playing on a loop in my mind. I needed to escape, even if only for a few hours, to breathe and feel normal again.I grabbed my coat and my keys and headed out of the office. The walk to my car felt almost surreal, the weight of the day sinking deeper into my shoulders with each step. When I slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, I could feel the exhaustion settling in my bones. The soft hum of the engine was almost comforting.It was a few moments before my phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen.Victoria: "You still up for a drink? I’ll meet you at your place."A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I didn’t even hesitate in my response.Me: "Sure, on my way."I tapped the steering wheel and let the thought of a quiet drink with Victoria, away from everything else, calm the s
The silence that followed Victoria's question felt like an eternity. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat. I could feel her eyes drilling into me, waiting for an answer, but the words felt heavy in my mouth. Could I tell her the truth? Could I explain what was really going on with Gideon? And if I did, what would it mean for the fragile state of everything between us?I glanced at the door, as if Gideon might suddenly appear again, but the silence remained unbroken. He was gone, yet his presence lingered, like an uninvited guest who had overstayed his welcome. And here I was, caught between two worlds—one where I wanted to protect Victoria from the truth, and another where the weight of everything I'd been avoiding was starting to crack open.“Vick…” I started, my voice quieter than I intended. "It's... not that simple."Victoria’s expression softened slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on me, intense and searching. She wasn’t going to let me off the hook easily. I coul
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