“You saw what you wanted!” Joe flares up, shocking me that I had to trace his hand and hug it tight, hoping that I am hugging his cool too. “It is so uncouth for a grown-up to just walk into another grown-up’s space without announcing their presence. And it is so incoherent for people to go around taking snaps of other people without permission unless they have an ill motive!”She drops her hands from her chest, her face heating up as she glares at Joe. “I am your sister’s best friend, in case you need me to jog your memory back. And a mere snap and how I walked in here would not be an issue if you both have nothing to hide, am I right?”To hell with this so-called best friend! I am sorry, but she does not feel or seem like one right now. Joe smirks, sighing her explanations. “A best friend who disappears when the best friend is going through some shit and reappears only when it is so convenient. What a best friend you are, huh? Is that what best friends do? Abandoning each other when
The threat in Joe’s voice is unmistakable. So nerve-wreaking. And for the first time, I see a pang of fear sweep across Janie’s face as she takes safe steps back. Her defiance wavers, leaving her shaking to her bones.She swallows hard and takes a long, deep breath before amassing the courage to utter something so faint, her voice twirling around fear. “You are both sick. Keep in mind that nothing stays in the dark for ever. Some day, the truth of what you two are doing will come out. And when that happens, no one will dare stand by you for this abomination that you are committing. I would love to see how you will defend yourselves that day.”Well, I wish that day would never come because I bet even she would be among those who will lay us on the cross. Or even worse, she seems like she would be the one drilling the nails at us on the cross.“Are you done?” Joe asks, unthreatened.One thing I hate about him is how lightly he is taking this thing. It is like he does not see the kind of
Tension thickens in the air. Joe only stares at me as if I don’t deserve to ask a thing about that freaking deal with Janie. And I, standing my ground, don’t give a damn about what he thinks. I have all the rights to know. After everything that has happened, I am not backing down.“Are you playing deaf on me, or what?” I push forward, my voice sharper than intended. “I thought I asked a question. But in case I wasn’t clear enough, I will repeat just one more time.” I inch closer, invading his space, so close there is no way he can pretend to miss it again. “What are you keeping from me, Joe?”His silence cuts through the room like an icy blast of wind, making my skin crawl. Is he deliberately trying to ignite the fire in me? Does he think that avoiding the question will somehow make it disappear?Finally, he shifts, the first movement in what feels like forever. “It is nothing,” he mutters, barely looking at me.If only I was not soaked in impatience and anger, I would have smirked at
This bond... no matter how much I try to break it, it only grows stronger and stronger with every passing moment. The feeling, the desire, the temptation—it is all becoming too much. Each moment that passes, it threatens every wall I have built around my heart, every ounce of resistance I have clung to. It is like trying to stop a tidal wave with my bare hands, which is obviously a total waste of time.And may the heavens forgive me, because I don’t think I have the strength to fight it anymore. I am powerless. Powerless to stop this love, even if it is a forbidden love.Joe watches me, his face softening as though he sees the internal battle I am fighting. The silence between us is filled with so much unsaid. I should turn away, walk out, put distance between us before this spirals even further out of control. But I don’t. how can I when all the forces are pulling me to this?“I am sorry if I failed you, if I—”I snap my fingers, silencing him, my hand gently brushing against his lip
The kiss that had lasted for minutes was slow, deep and the sweetest kiss I have ever tasted. But, Joe broke it, leaving my body screaming with a heavy tinge of let down, even though the hiatus was needed before we could die for lack of breath. We keep our eyes locked as we stabilize our breathing, admiring each other and appreciating the beauty we failed to see in each other for years. Although, it would be fair to say that it was me who failed to notice this beauty god all the years through. The hatred I had developed for him clouded my judgement, but now that all that has melted, I curse myself for being a bitch to such a beauty.The air between us thickens, heavy with anticipation, as if the world has shrunk down to just this moment, just the two of us. My heart is racing fast and so loud, and I can feel Joe’s breathing quicken too, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes are locked on mine, and for the first time, there is no more hesitation, no more holding back. No more
I tap my feet out of the shower, feeling as fresh as ever. Or as never, because I cannot remember any moment of my life that I felt this way. I had the best moment of my life yesterday. I had a taste of what love feels like. And I had the best night of my life in the safest haven there is in this world—in Joe’s arms.Joe!Joe!Joe!I steal a glance at him as he is still peacefully sleeping. Presumably, the night seems to be one of his bests, if not the best of his bests as well. A shared feeling, just like our shared love.pHe is sound asleet as the clock ticks quarter to seven. He looks so fresh, so peaceful, his beautiful features still shining bright like the bright morning star even in his sleep. He looks perfect. Hot in a way that I never saw him all these years until the day he returned from Cuba.Looking at him, I feel my heart thud in my chest, the excitement of having him as my man arousing sparks in me as if I am a sweet sixteen in love for the very first time.To be honest,
I hand my payment to the Uber driver and ask him to wait for me. He agrees without hesitation since we had made an arrangement before I left home. For safety reasons, I had to use Uber, and it really sucks having to spend money on such services when I have several cars parked back at home. Cars that I can’t even drive right now. Honestly, I hate this.I start walking inside the beautiful resort, the silence hitting me with a wave of confusion. The guests are scarce, and the place feels almost empty. This has never happened before. The resort has always been buzzing with life and activity, full of laughter and chatter. Why now can I count the number of guests without even needing a list? It is so strange.As I walk around, inspecting the place and trying to feel the familiar connection which seems a far off cry, I sense that something is off. I can’t help but notice the hostile glares of the people walking around, even from the workers. Some of them are murmuring things to themselves.
With a heavy pounding heart, I make my way through the empty walls of the resort, my heels clicking sofly against the polished floor. My heart is still pounding from Janie’s warning, unable to shake the fear that her tongue might have slipped and uttered the secret to someone. Or maybe done it on purpose. I don’t deem her trustworthy anymore. For the years that she has been my friend and moments we have sheared together, I hope she has not said anything, much less to my father or Joe’s mother.With tension growing inside of me, I walk to the receptionist, who does not act so weird and hostile toward me like the others. She was genuine enough to welcome me with a smile, which I traded back and informed her that I was going up to meet my father. She didn’t object nor subject me to waiting as she informed my father of my presence. She just smiled and said, “I won’t insult you by confirming with your father, Miss Mintana. Go ahead.”I smiled at her and thanked her from the bottom of my he
The drive has been deadly silent. The night feels as if it is closing in on me. Joe does not look happy with me at all, or at least, he is not okay. He had been avoiding looking my way ever since we got into this car half an hour ago. I want to talk to him so badly because I understand that I fucked up by leaving him in the dark and following my crazy ideas. And I know that hurt him so badly. That was his ego that I touched by trusting Jayden over him.I was about to speak when my phone buzzed on my lap, and I grabbed it fast, checking the message.It is from Jayden. 'I now accept that I will never have a place in your heart. It hurts, but I have to accept it. Thank you for the time that I spent with you. I will never forget that because they are worth keeping. You were right. It is best if we go our separate ways. I may have lost you, but I still have that one drive-justice for my mother. That will keep me going. Good luck to whoever gets to our target first!!!' Yours, Jayden.Shit!
“I thought she was totally disconnected from us. I am glad that she is still with us,” Joe says, a small smile playing on his lips.This feels so overwhelming! We have a new hope, and this can never feel any good. As if pulled by a certain force, I move closer, sealing the gap between us, and I reach for his lips, kissing him gently, a kiss of assurance. He does not waste time but captures my lips, returning the kiss with the same gentleness and passion.Jayden clears his throat from behind me, reminding us that we are not in our own world as we thought. Unwillingly, we break the kiss, and we take a moment to just admire each other, again, forgetting that there is someone else in the room.“We should start heading home. We don’t know when Father will be awake,” Joe says, and I nod my head.“Well, excuse me, here!” Jayden speaks, making us turn to him. He looks pissed, and his looks speak of disapproval.“Mr. Man, what is she now, huh? Something you can control the way you want? Are yo
I take a shaky breath, the weight of the room pressing down on me like a storm ready to explode. My eyes dart between Joe and Jayden, their standoff pulling me into a whirlpool of confusion and dread. Every nerve in my body feels raw, screaming with fear. Things never end well whenever these two clash. I hid from Joe and ran off with Jayden, and I could see the anger and suspicion in Joe’s eyes, which made today’s encounter feel even worse.Joe’s eyes burn into mine, searching for answers I can’t give him right now. His presence feels overwhelming, his possessiveness like chains tightening around me. Jayden stands tall, his calm demeanor barely masking the fire beneath. He has always been the rational one, the protector, but now he is as much a threat to my fragile sanity as Joe is.“Joe,” I finally manage to whisper, my voice trembling. “What are you doing here? How did you…”“How did I find you two?” He cuts me off, his voice calm but harsh. “Of all the things you could do, Bella, y
I pace back and forth in the room, my fists clenched tight at my sides. My mind feels like it is spinning, and actually, it is indeed spinning badly. On one hand, I want to at least grant Jayden this one wish. After everything he has done for me, he deserves it. But how can it deny me the one thing that I can’t let go? Why did he have to ask only for this of all the things? Well, of course, with the exception of loving him. I would have really loved to grant him even just this one wish.But I can’t!My heart is burning crimson with the wrath I feel for that jerk. My desire to seek revenge for what that moron did to me is unquenchable and unstoppable. That is why I had to even run away from my father just so I could achieve this. How can I just drop it like that?“You and I know that Leon is not alone in this, Bella,” Jayden starts again, standing so close to me, his voice soft. “He has people, and you also mentioned that some of the people have other motives to want to hurt you. You c
Jayden’s gaze locks onto mine, and I see something in his eyes that chills me to the bone. His grip on my hand tightens, so hard that it is almost painful. “Because, Bella,” he says, his voice grave, “Desmond Erasto is Leon.”Time seems to stop. The name echoes in my mind, but it doesn’t connect. “What?” I say, my voice barely audible.“Leon,” Jayden repeats. “The man who has caused you so much pain, who took everything from you. The man that you are after is the same man that I have been chasing since I became a police officer.”“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “That’s not possible. That can’t be true.”“I didn’t know at first either,” Jayden admits. “He has changed his name, his appearance, everything. But the pieces began to fit when I started looking into him after everything he has done to you. The way he operates, his greed, his hunger for power—and on the day that I was attacked in the forest, he was among his goons. We had a gun exchange encounter. I bruised him so close with
The silence stretches to eternity, cutting through the space between us. Jayden looks lost, as if his mind has been triggered. He looks like there is a very painful episode playing in his mind, causing me to walk closer.“Jayden?” I call, but instead of looking at me, he shuts his eyes, pain evident. But pain over what? I just asked a question about this seemingly new character of interest in this story.Why is he triggered like this?“Talk to me, Jayden, please. Who is Desmond Erasto, and what do I have to do with him?” I ask, still sinking into confusion.I lift my head, my heart already pounding. The recent situations have taught me to brace myself for the worst lately, but nothing could prepare me for what he says next.“Desmond Erasto... he is my brother. My long-lost wicked brother!”I blink at him, the words not making sense. Actually, I am drawn into more confusion here. He has a brother? “Your brother?”Jayden nods slowly, his eyes clouded with memories. He pulls up two chair
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the small condo, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold steel of my resolve. I sit at the tiny kitchen table, cradling the mug in my hands. The condo is sparse, a temporary hideout Jayden arranged, but it is enough for now. It is a place to think, to plan. And to set the plan in motion.Jayden sits across from me, his own coffee untouched. His dark eyes study me intently, the silence between us heavy with unspoken questions. He is quite a stubborn and selfless guy. When he stopped the car last night, I thought for a moment that I was just about to save a soul from getting into more trouble because of me. But he only stopped to warn me to never ask him to abandon me ever again. That is how we ended up here, in this condo, together."So," he says finally, breaking the tension. "Do I have the right to ask what your plan is? You didn't go through all that trouble just to get out. What exactly do you want?"I meet his gaze, my grip tightening on th
The soft glow of moonlight spills through my bedroom window, casting long shadows across the room. My heart hammers in my chest as I zip my bag, the last one to precise, trying to keep my hands steady. Every sound—the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of the floorboards beneath my feet—feels deafening.If anyone hears me, this is over before it even begins. If my father knows that I am already packing, he will pull all strings to drag the entire police force here to stop me. But before that happens, I have to escape. I know it also sounds impossible given the tight security we have here, but I must make it out of here tonight.Jayden’s plan is simple on paper, but executing it feels like threading a needle in the dark. The security here has been so tight from the start, patrolling every corner of the estate like hawks. They don’t just guard the house; they cage it. I hate it, always did. Never have I ever tried escaping, but today I am daring to, and I can’t say that I am not scared.
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “The scandals, Dad. The rumors. The pains I have gone through. The humiliations and the shame I have endured and caused you and the rest. For every injustice that I have gone through, Dad. I want revenge on that man who made me go through all that for nothing! But I cannot do that here. I need to be far away from you all so that he does not come after you. I will deal with him without involving anyone.”He exhales sharply, standing up and pacing a few steps away before turning back to face me. His eyes are dark, intense, filled with a mix of frustration and pain.“Do you hear yourself?” he says, his voice shaking. “You think leaving will fix everything? You think running away will protect us? First, I will not let you do something as crazy as that.”“I am trying to protect you!” I snap, standing up so we are eye to eye. “Don’t you see that? If I stay, the scandals will keep growing, and the people targeting me won’t stop. If they know I have ressurrect