The sun was beginning to set as Arthur and I finally left the office. It had been another exhausting day, filled with endless meetings and discussions that left me feeling drained. Arthur, of course, was his usual calm and composed self. He always seemed to handle everything with such ease, while I felt like I was barely keeping it together. But I knew that once we stepped outside, things were only going to get worse.The news about our marriage being arranged had turned our lives upside down. The media frenzy was beyond anything I could have imagined. Reporters were everywhere, asking intrusive questions and speculating about our relationship like it was some kind of soap opera. It was exhausting, and I was starting to feel like I couldn’t escape it.As we walked towards the car, I spotted the usual crowd of reporters and photographers waiting at the entrance. They were always there, ready to pounce on us with their cameras and questions.“Morgan! Arthur! Is it true that your marriag
It had been a few weeks since Arthur stood up for me in front of everyone. The media was still buzzing, but things were starting to calm down. Arthur and I were getting closer, relying on each other more than ever. Just when I thought things might finally settle down, Vladimir came back into the picture.Vladimir had always been a problem. He was sneaky and loved causing trouble. From the moment I met him, I didn’t trust him. He had this way of smiling at Arthur that felt fake, and his eyes were always cold. It gave me chills.Now, he was back, and I could feel that something bad was about to happen.Arthur was spending more time at home, trying to stay on top of things. We both knew Vladimir wasn’t going to give up easily. He had already tried to hurt Arthur—and even me—before. But Arthur, being Arthur, stayed calm. He never showed fear, but I could see the worry in his eyes when Vladimir’s name came up.One evening, Arthur’s phone rang. I could tell right away that the news wasn’t g
The night was quiet—too quiet. Arthur and I had just finished dinner, the kind of dinner where we barely spoke, just enjoyed the silence, each other’s company. I could tell he was tense, though. Ever since Vladimir had started acting up, Arthur had been on edge. I was too, but I tried not to show it. I didn’t want to add to his stress.“Let’s go for a walk,” Arthur suggested after we cleared the dishes.I nodded. The garden was always a good place to clear our heads, to forget, even if just for a moment, about all the chaos Vladimir was causing. We stepped out into the cool night, the stars twinkling above us, and the scent of flowers filling the air. But as we walked, something didn’t feel right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.“I feel like we’re being watched,” I whispered, my hand tightening around Arthur’s.Arthur’s eyes scanned the shadows. “Stay close to me,” he murmured, his voice steady, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry.We continued walking, but the feeli
We escaped in the middle of the night. I hadn’t even packed a bag. I wasn’t thinking about clothes or food or anything like that. All I could think about was getting away, getting somewhere safe. Arthur didn’t say a word when he told me to get in the car. His face was tense, his jaw clenched. I didn’t ask questions. I trusted him. We drove for what felt like hours, the city lights fading into the distance until all I could see were trees and the empty road ahead.The further we got from Lisbon, the more I could breathe. It was like the tension slowly melted off my shoulders, and I could finally think. But even then, my thoughts kept drifting back to everything we were leaving behind. The media, the threats, the constant fear—it was too much. But what choice did we have? We had to get out, to find some place where we could be alone, where no one could find us. After what felt like forever, Arthur finally pulled the car off the road. We drove down a long, narrow path that led deep into
As the days passed in the forest, the world beyond the trees started to feel like a distant memory. The cabin became our refuge, a place where the chaos of our lives couldn’t reach us. Arthur and I fell into a simple routine, waking up with the sunrise, spending our days exploring the woods or curled up by the fire, and our nights together in bed, where we found comfort in each other’s arms. Making love like rabbits, not our fault though. we sat on the porch, now, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink. The air was cool, and I was wrapped in one of Arthur’s sweaters, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. He had his arm around me, and I leaned into him, enjoying the quiet.“It’s peaceful here,” I said, breaking the silence. “I never thought I’d find a place like this.”Arthur nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “I didn’t think I’d ever get a moment to just… breathe,” he admitted. “Everything’s always moving so fast, and I’m always trying to stay one s
The sun was barely peeking through the trees, and the air had that early morning chill when I first noticed something was wrong. Arthur and I had been on the move for days now, trying to stay ahead of whatever Vladimir had sent after us. But the problem was, no matter how far we went or how careful we were, they always seemed to be one step behind. It was like they could smell us, sense our every move.We didn’t speak about it much, but the tension was there, hanging heavy in the air between us. Arthur was always on edge, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his knife. And me? I felt like I was constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to jump out of the shadows.That morning, we were walking through a dense part of the forest. The trees were thick here, their branches so close together that it felt like the sunlight was struggling to get through. Every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of leaves under our boots, the rustle of the wind through the trees. My se
We finally broke free from the thick trees, stepping out onto a dirt road that would eventually lead us back to the city. The forest had been our hiding place for what felt like forever, but now, as the city’s skyline loomed in the distance, all I felt was relief. The glow of the streetlights and the faint hum of traffic were a reminder of the world we left behind days ago.“We made it,” Arthur said, his voice strained with exhaustion. His hand was still gripping mine tightly, like he was afraid to let go. It had been our lifeline during this whole nightmare, and right now, it was the only thing keeping me from collapsing. I gave him a small nod, too tired to speak. My legs ached, and my feet throbbed in my sneakers. The past few days had been a blur of running and hiding from Vladimir’s assassins. They had been on our trail nonstop, hunting us like animals. But somehow, we had survived. Arthur glanced at me, concern written all over his face. “How are you holding up?”“I’m fine,”
Everything felt off. Even though we were back in the city, the tension hadn’t eased. In fact, it had gotten worse. Every shadow seemed to move, every sound felt like a warning. Arthur and I couldn’t relax. We were always looking over our shoulders, waiting for something bad to happen. The last few days had been a blur. We barely had time to catch our breath after escaping the forest. Vladimir had already sent his assassins after us once, and now we were back in the city, knowing full well he wasn’t going to stop. The man was ruthless, and he wanted Arthur gone.We holed up in the small apartment Arthur’s friend let us stay in. It wasn’t much, but it was safe. For now, anyway. The apartment was plain, with a couch and a small table, but the important part was that it wasn’t our place. Vladimir wouldn’t know where to find us here. At least, that’s what I hoped.But the fear never left me. Every time I heard a noise outside the door, my heart would start pounding. I kept thinking back t