After nine long hours in the air, the plane finally touched down in Switzerland. As the wheels hit the tarmac, a jolt of excitement ran through me. Switzerland had always been a dream, my distant escape.The airport was alive with a mix of languages and sounds I didn’t recognize. Announcements echoed over the speakers, and I struggled to keep up with Cynthia, who navigated the crowds with ease. I glanced around, taking in the beautiful architecture and the lively atmosphere. Everything was so vibrant, so alive. Cynthia glanced over her shoulder at me. "You good?" she asked, her tone sharp.I nodded quickly. "Yeah. Just... taking it all in."We moved through customs, collected our luggage, and finally stepped out into the cool, fresh air. I took a deep breath, letting the cool breeze fill my lungs. For a moment, it felt like peace—like I could leave everything behind. But the moment didn’t last.Jaxon.His name hit me like a wave, drowning out everything else. My heart ached at the th
I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I barked, my voice raw with anger and confusion. Damien let out a slow, mocking laugh that irritated me. “Oh, Jaxon. Always so quick to play the hero. But this isn’t a fairytale, big brother. If you don’t back off now, her secrets will come crashing down on you, and when they do, you’ll lose everything you’ve ever worked for. Everything.” “ Stop with the cryptic bullshit!” I screamed, and without another word, I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Damien's mocking laughter echoed in my ears like a taunt. Outside, I leaned against my car, my breathing ragged, and my mind racing. Myla was out there, somewhere, and Damien’s cryptic words only fueled my determination. Whatever it took, I would find her. But as I pulled out my phone and dialed her number again, her voicemail greeting was the only response. “Myla,” I said, my voice cracking as I left a message. “Please, just call
Myla POV:At twenty-three, I knew exactly what I wanted: to marry the love of my life and start my own family. Today was my wedding day—a day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl.I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the lace of my wedding dress. My hands trembled, not with excitement but with a feeling I couldn't explain. I had dreamt of this moment for years —walking down the aisle to the man I loved, the man I was about to marry. Today was supposed to be perfect.My fiancé, Damien Brooks, is the love of my life. We met three years ago, and it was love at first sight for the both of us. In a few hours, we will finally be husband and wife.My breath hitched as I looked at my reflection. The dress was breathtaking, hugging my curves perfectly, with the train flowing behind me like soft waves. My dark hair was styled elegantly, framing my face, and the veil rested gently over my head. For a moment, I felt like a princess. “ Are you ready, darling?” my mother's voice i
My heart felt as if it had been brutally ripped from my chest. My mother - the woman who carried me for nine months, the one I would lay down my life for — and Damien, the only man I'd ever truly loved, had destroyed me. Their betrayal was a wound that consumed me.I stood frozen in the doorway of Damien's bedroom, unable to move my eyes away from the scene that had shattered my life. My mother was still straddling him, her face showed no sign of shame or regret. While Damien had the audacity to smirk as if he had just won a lottery.I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked off the veil from my hair and threw it to the ground. I tore my wedding dress, ripping it apart as anger consumed me. My legs became weak, barely able to hold my weight. "You were supposed to love me. Both of you."" Love you?" Damien scoffed, leaning back against the pillows, completely unbothered by my presence. " Myla, do not be naive. I was never in love with you. I just wanted a taste, and now that I've had it. I'
Tears welled up again, and I clenched my fists, hating him even more for backing me into a corner. “You want to know what’s wrong?” I yelled, spinning around to face him. “My mother and my fiancé…” My voice cracked, and the rest of the words refused to come.Instead, I crumpled into tears again, unable to hold back the emotions. Jaxon stepped forward, his expression softening as he drew me into his arms once more.“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “Let it out, Myla. You don’t have to do this alone.”For the first time in hours, I felt peace. Jaxon may have been the last person I wanted to lean on, but in that moment, he was the only one there.“Come on,” he said gently, guiding me toward his car. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”I didn’t resist as he helped me into the passenger seat. He turned to one of his workers, who had arrived on the scene, and instructed them to take my car for repairs.As the car pulled away, I stared out the window, tears streaming silently down
“Of course, I've… had sex with a man before,” I thought to myself. Once. Twice. Well, maybe. He didn't actually get the chance to go all the way in, but that still counts, right?"You're still so young, Myla. You need to embrace your true self more… I have a zoom meeting to attend. Chat up if you want,” Cynthia said before hanging up.I covered my face with a pillow and let out a muffled, irritated scream. This wasn't the first time Cynthia was lecturing me, and I was extremely tired of it. I decided to do something rash. I took all the remnants of the wine in the bottle.The wine tasted… Sweet.“Whoa," I said to no one. Realizing I was talking to myself, I started giggling. My head felt good. Really good.I laughed again. Why didn't I drink more often? It was making me feel really, really, really good."Stupid, Cynthia," I murmured. "I'm having fun. And I want sex. I want...to...FUCK! I want to fucking fuck."I giggled again and made a decision. I went over to my phone and unlocked i
He kissed me all over, and I melted into him, gasping for air. Every touch from him sent waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless. I didn't think anyone could make me feel this way."You taste so good, Myla.” Jaxon whispered, his lips against mine, his voice filled with pleasure. “I can't stop it anymore.”As he deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin between my thighs, igniting a fire I couldn't control. His breath, warm and steady against my neck, sent shivers running down my spine. At that moment, I didn't want him to stop. I loved what he was doing to me.The kisses weren’t enough; I wanted more. The need to feel him inside of me completely consumed me, an irresistible desire burned within me. Slowly, I bit his lip before letting it go. A smirk played on my lips as I caught the hungry look in his eyes. Jaxon was ready to devour me.He smiled, the kind of smile that made my knees weak. His thumb gently rolled over the ti
I froze, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly. I could swear I heard Jaxon call my name. My heart raced as I turned slowly, bracing myself for the worst. But when I looked back, he was still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. “Am I losing my mind now?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. Maybe the guilt and fear were finally taking their toll on me. I walked back to the nightstand and picked up a small notepad and pen. For a moment, I just stared at the blank page, unsure what to say. Then, with trembling hands, I began to write: Jaxon, I don’t know what this night meant to you, but for me, it was a reminder that I deserve to feel alive, even if it just for a moment. Thank you for being my escape, and my comfort. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. This will be the last time you hear from me. Be happy, Jaxon. You deserve it. —Myla I placed the note beside him, my heart aching with every step I took toward the door. The morning air outsi
I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “What the hell are you talking about?” I barked, my voice raw with anger and confusion. Damien let out a slow, mocking laugh that irritated me. “Oh, Jaxon. Always so quick to play the hero. But this isn’t a fairytale, big brother. If you don’t back off now, her secrets will come crashing down on you, and when they do, you’ll lose everything you’ve ever worked for. Everything.” “ Stop with the cryptic bullshit!” I screamed, and without another word, I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Damien's mocking laughter echoed in my ears like a taunt. Outside, I leaned against my car, my breathing ragged, and my mind racing. Myla was out there, somewhere, and Damien’s cryptic words only fueled my determination. Whatever it took, I would find her. But as I pulled out my phone and dialed her number again, her voicemail greeting was the only response. “Myla,” I said, my voice cracking as I left a message. “Please, just call
After nine long hours in the air, the plane finally touched down in Switzerland. As the wheels hit the tarmac, a jolt of excitement ran through me. Switzerland had always been a dream, my distant escape.The airport was alive with a mix of languages and sounds I didn’t recognize. Announcements echoed over the speakers, and I struggled to keep up with Cynthia, who navigated the crowds with ease. I glanced around, taking in the beautiful architecture and the lively atmosphere. Everything was so vibrant, so alive. Cynthia glanced over her shoulder at me. "You good?" she asked, her tone sharp.I nodded quickly. "Yeah. Just... taking it all in."We moved through customs, collected our luggage, and finally stepped out into the cool, fresh air. I took a deep breath, letting the cool breeze fill my lungs. For a moment, it felt like peace—like I could leave everything behind. But the moment didn’t last.Jaxon.His name hit me like a wave, drowning out everything else. My heart ached at the th
She stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she turned to face Eugene, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!” she snapped, her voice sharp and fearless.Eugene’s lips curled into a menacing grin. “Not a chance,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk out of here? Think again.”I froze, my heart pounding wildly as I watched the scene unfold, unable to move. Cynthia, however, wasn’t the one to back down easily. Her free hand darted toward her small metallic clutch bag—the same bag I had seen her gripping tightly since we arrived at the airport. With a swift motion, she swung it upward, smashing it in Eugene's face.He stumbled back, clutching his nose as fresh blood dripped down his face. His grip on Cynthia’s arm loosened for just a moment, and she used the opportunity to wrench herself free.“Go, Myla!” Cynthia shouted, her voice filled with urgency.“I’m not leaving you!” I yelled back, my feet rooted to the spot despite every instinct screaming at me t
Eugene’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Hey! You there! Hold on a second!”I froze mid-step, my heart leaping to my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed as Cynthia’s nails dug into my arm.“Don’t turn around,” she hissed, her voice sharp but barely audible. “Don’t you dare look back, Myla. Just keep walking.”But it was too late. I could feel his presence, his eyes boring into me like a predator eyeing his prey.Eugene’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, a cunning smile spreading across his lips. He moved with such confidence that it irritated my very being. The crowd around me blurred as my focus narrowed to the man who could destroy everything we've worked so hard for.“Ladies,” Eugene’s smooth, mocking voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Why the rush? Got somewhere important to be?”Cynthia spun around slowly, her grip on me firm, she wore a fake smile that would’ve fooled anyone—except Eugene. “Do I know you?” she asked, her tone light and casual, as though we w
The airport was crowded, with people talking and moving in different direction. The noise of announcements, conversations, and footsteps filled the air, creating a lively and hectic atmosphere.But all I could focus on were the cops. They were everywhere. Standing by the entrances, pacing through security, glancing at the faces of every single traveler. My face. My picture was on every wall, every counter. The pressure was overwhelming, as if their eyes were constantly on me, watching my every move, even when I knew they weren’t really looking.I tried to breathe calmly, but my heart was racing. I couldn’t stop blaming Jaxon for it.It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t gone to the cops, begged them to search for me, or worse, offered that ridiculous six-million-dollar reward for anyone who found me, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Now, half the country thought I was some kind of criminal, while the other half was eager to turn me in for a fat payday.“This way,” Cynthia whispered, her voice
Cynthia's crazy idea had my head spinning. Strip Jaxon? Change identities? Fake passports? It all sounded like something out of a bad movie. But here we are, caught, with no room for mistakes.The air was tense, heavy with the weight of what we were about to do. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. Cynthia stood before me, her usual calm smirk plastered on her face like this was just another one of her wild, adventurous games. But this wasn’t a game. This was real, and the stakes were life or death.“Cindy, please, listen to yourself! Why would I strip Jaxon naked? Do you know how insane that sounds?” I said, trying to keep my voice down. My heart was pounding, and my palms were sweaty.She didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. She just tilted her head like I was the one losing my mind."Myla, calm down. Do you think I'm asking you to do this for fun? I know it sounds crazy, but if Jaxon wakes up and meets you, then you can kiss your escape goodbye. You know Jaxon won't
“For how long were you planning to hide from me, Myla?” Jaxon asked, his voice laced with pain.I froze, my heart racing as I clutched the door, unable to look away. My pulse quickened, and my eyes darted toward Jaxon, who was standing in the doorway.He looked furious, yet heartbreakingly vulnerable. His dark eyes pierced into mine, the weight of his emotions hitting me hard.“Jaxon ...” I called, my voice was barely a whisper and my throat dry.“You left without a word, Myla," his voice cracked, shattering the calm posture he was trying to maintain. “ You didn’t care about how I’d feel, about what you left behind. Do you even know what that night did to me? After that night, Myla... after you and I…” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve been in my thoughts every second since then. I can’t focus, I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe without thinking about you.”His words crushed me hard. I stepped back instinctively, but he followed, closing the distance.“Please
Father reached out to touch my arm, his eyes filled with regret, as if realizing he had gone too far with his words. But I didn't care. The damage was done already.“Myla,” he called softly, his voice trembling. It was the same voice that once soothed me as a child, but now, it only intensified the hatred I felt for him.“I… fucking… hate… you, not just you, but every single one of you sitting in this room,” I snapped. Without waiting for their reaction, I turned and walked up the stairs.When I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and fell onto the bed. My sobs sank into the pillows, while my father’s harsh words replayed in my mind. He has hurt me more than I could bear, breaking me in ways I never imagined.“I've had enough.” I hissed through gritted teeth, wiping my tears away with shaky hands. “Enough of Vanessa and her mind games. Father has no idea the fire he's playing with.”I stood up, ran my fingers through my hair, and grabbed my suitcase. I packed furiously, tossing
I froze, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly. I could swear I heard Jaxon call my name. My heart raced as I turned slowly, bracing myself for the worst. But when I looked back, he was still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. “Am I losing my mind now?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. Maybe the guilt and fear were finally taking their toll on me. I walked back to the nightstand and picked up a small notepad and pen. For a moment, I just stared at the blank page, unsure what to say. Then, with trembling hands, I began to write: Jaxon, I don’t know what this night meant to you, but for me, it was a reminder that I deserve to feel alive, even if it just for a moment. Thank you for being my escape, and my comfort. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. This will be the last time you hear from me. Be happy, Jaxon. You deserve it. —Myla I placed the note beside him, my heart aching with every step I took toward the door. The morning air outsi