Jesse’s POV By the time I got to the hospital, she was taken to the ward for treatment, while I stayed at the waiting hall with Trevor. Every now and then I was standing up to see if there was anything new. When I was told Tamara was now stable, I walked in as I stared at her body lying weakly on the bed. I was so relieved but it didn’t last long.I was more worried because she still hadn't woken up. I became so uncomfortable leaving her in the hospital what if something else happened I couldn't let that happen. The thought of leaving Tamara here, where anyone could come and go, made my skin crawl.“I want her treated at my house,” I said, in a firm tone as I looked at the doctor in charge. The doctor blinked, taken aback by my words. “Mr. Jesse, I understand your concerns, but she’s in good hands here. We need to keep her under observation for at least some days”“I’m not leaving her here,” I interrupted, in a determined tone. “You can send. whatever equipment and personnel you ne
Tamara’s POV:Pain shot through every part of my body as I lay there, helpless on the cold, hard floor. Every breath felt like the last as I struggled to maintain consciousness, the bruises on my body aching with every struggle I made to prevent them from touching me. Isabella walked out of the room with a grin of excitement in her eyes as she made her way out. I begged with every strength left but she didn't spear me a glance. I never knew Isabella could be so mean.They were just about to tear off my clothes. My heart pounded as the images replayed in my mind strong hands forcing me down, their cruel laughter echoing in my ears. I had screamed, begged, but nothing had stopped them. Just when I thought I wouldn’t survive, she walked in. Christina.Her voice cut through the room like a whip, full of fury. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked as she walked inThe men paused, startled by her sudden appearance, but she wasn’t here to save me. Her anger wasn’t directed at
Jesse’s POVI stood outside Tamara's room. Tamara was staring blankly at the sterile white walls. Her words rechoed in my mind over and over, like a broken record: “We need to break up” I never thought I’d hear those words from her, I wonder just how many words Christina said to her. The fatigue weighed heavily on my shoulders, and for the first time in a long while, I felt lost, unsure of what to do next.I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, pacing the hallway. How did things spiral out of control so fast?I Know she went through all this because of me and I want to fix things. I am really ready to deal with Christina and whoever the other girl is. But now, Tamara wanted to leave. She wanted to break us.“No, I can’t let that happen”I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I dialed Trevor’s number. He picked up on the second ring."Jesse?" Trevor’s voice sounded alert. "How’s she doing?"I sighed heavily, rubbing my temple. “She's… she's not doing well, Trevor. I think
Jesse's POV Tamara was sitting up in bed, still looking pale and tired, but at least she was eating now. That, at least, brought me a bit of comfort. The nurses had helped her sit up earlier, and seeing her somewhat nourished made my heart beat a little less painfully. I watched her carefully from the door, feeling helpless as ever, torn between stepping inside and giving her space. But then, Aunt Serena strolled in, her presence a mix of comfort and something a bit unsettling. She always knew how to push the right buttons, though whether she was helping or hurting was a whole different story.“Tamara, my dear!” Aunt Serena exclaimed, her voice sugary sweet as always. “How are you feeling, darling?”Tamara blinked up at her, clearly surprised. “Aunt Serena? What are you doing here?”“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, pulling up a chair and sitting down like she had all the time in the world. “I came because Jesse told me you were being difficult. I had to come check on you myself. We’re fami
Jesse's POV Aunt Serena went to the kitchen to get food for Tamara. her laughter echoed through the hallway as she made her way toward Tamara’s room with a tray of food. I followed behind, still unsure of how she planned to make Tamara stay. She had insisted I go along with her plan, even though I had no clue what she had in mind. No doubt Aunt Serena was a pain in the ass even though she was helping me. She opened the door with her free hand and swept into the room like a whirlwind. Tamara, lying on the bed, looked up tiredly. Her face was pale, and though she tried to muster a smile, I could see the exhaustion etched in every feature. “Oh, darling!” Aunt Selena cooed, setting the tray down on the bedside table. “I’ve brought you some food. You must be starving! Look at you, skin and bones.” Tamara’s lips parted, but before she could protest, Aunt Selena clapped her hands together. “Nanny Jesse here is going to feed you.” Did Aunt Serena just call me nanny? I thought inwardl
Jesse's POVThe soft glow of moonlight filtered through theroom’s window, casting a silvery sheen over Tamara’s sleeping form. She had finally drifted off after her bath, wearing one of my shirts that was far too big for her, but it brought me comfort seeing her in it. As I sat on the bed beside her, stroking her hair gently, my mind raced with thoughts of everything that had happened.I had given her the comfort she needed, but nothing could shake the anger boiling beneath my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lying there, hurt, and in pain because of them. My fists clenched involuntarily as I replayed the events in my mind. They would pay. I promised myself that much.I had just pulled the blanket up over her, my hand brushing against her cheek softly as she mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, when a sound caught my attention. Voices. Low and muffled, but unmistakable.I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me, and headed towards the living room. The sight
Tamara's POVJesse was pacing the room in silence, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to gather the right words to say. I could see the concern in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed each time he looked in my direction.“T, I just...I need you to know it’s not your fault,” he finally said, stopping in front of me. “It’s not your fault that Isabella turned out the way she did, and it’s definitely not your fault that you were friends with her. Don’t blame yourself for any of this.”I looked up at him, my chest tightening at his words. He was trying to comfort me, but the storm inside me was still brewing. How could I not feel responsible? I had trusted Isabella, even took her as a Friend how on earth did she get connected to some Mafia clan, and now she was part of this twisted mess. “But Jesse, I should’ve known better,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I let her into my life, I believed her”“No,” Jesse cut in, his voice firm yet gentle. He knelt in front of me, his h
Tamara's POVI stood in the garden, Aunt Serena’s words lingering in my mind like a haunting rhythm. Jesse had been through so much more than I could have ever imagined. Losing his mother at such a young age, the strained relationship with his father, and then being betrayed by Christina. I felt a deep sense of pity for him. It wasn’t just pity, though. There was something more. A warmth, a protectiveness over him that I hadn’t felt for anyone before. He had come back after Aunt Serena’s revelation, his face softening the moment his eyes met mine. He walked up to me, gently pulling me into his arms. “Tamara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck, “I need to drive you home. Your parents must be worried.”I stiffened in his embrace, not wanting to leave just yet. “Jesse, did you tell them I was kidnapped” I asked immediately it crossed my mind He pulled back slightly, cupping my cheek. “I told them you were missing but not kidnapped and they deserve to see you. It's been a wh