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Rolin“I want you to take Abigail in as a mistress.”The words dropped like a bomb, and I froze.My spoon clattered against the ceramic plate, the sound louder than thunder in the stunned silence that followed.I looked up at him slowly. “Father… what do you mean?”He didn’t flinch. “I meant exactly what I said.” Cool. Unbothered. Like he’d just asked me to pass the salt.“Let’s go talk in the study.”He stood before I could reply, acting like he owned the goddamn air we breathed.My jaw clenched. I glanced at Isla. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring at the untouched food with that unreadable expression she wore when she was trying not to feel anything.God. I ruined dinner.Again.I followed my father out of the dining room, back stiff, teeth grinding. The storm inside me was starting to spill over, and I knew if I didn’t calm down, I’d blow.The second we entered the study, the air shifted—thick with old resentments and cold authority.He made himself comfortable in my chair.
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RolinI stood there for a while—just breathing.Or trying to.The room felt like it was closing in on me, every second louder than the last, every breath heavier. Her words still echoed in my skull like gunshots. I didn’t know what kind of pain this was—it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was something darker.And then I moved.I didn’t even remember walking over to the shelf where I kept my keys, but there I was—grabbing one of the fobs without checking which car it belonged to. My hands moved on their own, like they were running from the rest of me.Seconds later, I was behind the wheel of my Ferrari, the engine screaming as I tore down the street like a man with no brakes and no reason to stop.I didn’t know where I was going.But I knew where I couldn’t be—not in that house. Not under the same roof as her. Not after what she said.The roads blurred under me until I found myself in front of my usual place—private club, no press, no noise. Just cold drink
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Isla I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. A part of me—the stupid, soft part—screamed at me to turn around. To run back to him. To grab his face and say I didn’t mean any of it. That I was just angry. Hurt. Scared. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, I took my fury somewhere it wouldn’t hurt anyone but myself—the gym. I stormed downstairs, not bothering with the elevator when I saw the red “Under Maintenance” sign glowing like a warning. Fitting. By the time I got to the gym, I was already boiling. I didn’t stretch. Didn’t breathe. I just slipped on the gloves and went straight for the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each punch landed harder than the last. His voice. My voice. The things we said. The things we didn’t. My knuckles throbbed, sweat dripped down my spine, and I welcomed the burn. I wanted to hit until I felt nothing. But eventually, exhaustion crept in. I let the gloves fall to the floor, grabbed my wat
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IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b
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Isla I stood outside the hospital room, watching him through the glass like a ghost stuck between realities. Inside, Lydia was peeling fruit for him, her silver hair catching the light as she smiled softly. Carlotta sat by the corner, laughing at something Rolin had said, the sound muffled through the glass. I couldn’t hear them, but I could feel the warmth in the room… warmth I wasn’t part of. The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a curse. He’s blocking you out. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in with a smile that barely clung to my face. The laughter died down the moment I entered, like someone had pressed mute on a remote. Then his eyes found mine. Those piercing eyes, curious and blank and too unfamiliar. He motioned for me to come closer, and I obeyed like gravity had chosen him as my anchor. He picked up a slice of apple and without a word, placed it between my lips. My breath hitched. My cheeks flushed. And Lydia—of course—snickered. Carlo
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IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b
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Isla I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. A part of me—the stupid, soft part—screamed at me to turn around. To run back to him. To grab his face and say I didn’t mean any of it. That I was just angry. Hurt. Scared. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, I took my fury somewhere it wouldn’t hurt anyone but myself—the gym. I stormed downstairs, not bothering with the elevator when I saw the red “Under Maintenance” sign glowing like a warning. Fitting. By the time I got to the gym, I was already boiling. I didn’t stretch. Didn’t breathe. I just slipped on the gloves and went straight for the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each punch landed harder than the last. His voice. My voice. The things we said. The things we didn’t. My knuckles throbbed, sweat dripped down my spine, and I welcomed the burn. I wanted to hit until I felt nothing. But eventually, exhaustion crept in. I let the gloves fall to the floor, grabbed my wat
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Rolin“I want you to take Abigail in as a mistress.”The words dropped like a bomb, and I froze.My spoon clattered against the ceramic plate, the sound louder than thunder in the stunned silence that followed.I looked up at him slowly. “Father… what do you mean?”He didn’t flinch. “I meant exactly what I said.” Cool. Unbothered. Like he’d just asked me to pass the salt.“Let’s go talk in the study.”He stood before I could reply, acting like he owned the goddamn air we breathed.My jaw clenched. I glanced at Isla. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring at the untouched food with that unreadable expression she wore when she was trying not to feel anything.God. I ruined dinner.Again.I followed my father out of the dining room, back stiff, teeth grinding. The storm inside me was starting to spill over, and I knew if I didn’t calm down, I’d blow.The second we entered the study, the air shifted—thick with old resentments and cold authority.He made himself comfortable in my chair.
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Isla I stepped out of my leisure room, brushing invisible dust off my fingers, ready to head back to our bedroom—when the study door creaked open. Rolin and his father emerged, both looking carved from stone. I offered his father a polite nod, swallowing the bitterness still coating my tongue from earlier. He didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I was air. No, less than air. At least air has presence. Rolin gave me a small smile, the kind that said I’m sorry. I turned my face away. I didn’t owe him softness tonight. I reached our room, closed the door gently, then let my back slide down against it like a broken hinge. My body folded into itself as my lungs tried to remember how to breathe. And then—quiet, painful sobs spilled out. They came in waves, crashing against the inside of my chest until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and I began. I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Eventually, I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold wat
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Isla “Father, what do you mean?” Rolin’s voice cut through the air, sharp with disbelief. I watched as he dropped his spoon, the clink of metal against ceramic echoing louder than it should have. “I meant exactly what I said,” his father replied, his tone cool and absolute. “Let’s go talk in the study.” He didn’t wait for a response—just stood and walked away like he owned the air in the room. I sighed under my breath, glancing down at the untouched food. Great. Dinner’s ruined and this mac and cheese is going straight to the trash. Rolin followed after him, his back tense, shoulders stiff. And just like that, I was left alone… with Abigail. Perfect. She slinked to the living room like a cat in someone else’s house—touching things she had no business touching, grazing her fingers across our coffee table, our artifacts like she belonged in them. I said nothing. Just gathered the plates, scraped the food into the bin, and cleaned up the kitchen in silence. Every scrub o
