*Mago’s POV*
I was cruising down the road, savoring every second of my quiet little revenge plot, letting ideas drift in and out, each more devious than the last. Oh, I had options.
The first idea? Subtle, direct—an innocent “accidental” brush against her hand, just enough to get under her skin.
‘Simple, but effective,’ I thought, mentally tucking it away.
Then, a second plan popped up—one with a bit more nerve. I’d act completely aloof, dropping in a casual, absurd comment that would leave her speechless and blushing. Just the thought of it made me grin. ‘That’ll really make her squirm.’
And then, I thought, ‘Why not combine the best of both worlds?’ I’d mix in a bit of teasing, let her think she had the upper hand, and just when she was completely thrown off, I’d pull something out of left field. The thought of her
*Arlene's POV*The ride to the bar felt longer than usual, every moment building the tension. Mago had gone in ahead, as we’d agreed, and I waited in the car, watching his figure disappear inside. Keeping things low-key was essential, and entering separately was one of those little tricks we had up our sleeves to avoid suspicion. I took a deep breath, gave myself a moment to steady my nerves, and finally stepped out.Inside, the dim lights glinted off rows of shot glasses, and Dessa was already busy polishing one as I approached. She glanced up, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, well,” she said, her voice thick with amusement. “You and Mago seem... cozy.”I forced a laugh, aiming for innocence. “What do you mean?”“Oh, cut the act, Arlene,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I know Mago better than that. Walking in a few minutes apart isn’t exactly subtle.”
*Mago’s POV*As Arlene handed me the journal, I could feel a storm brewing inside me—a mess of anger, disbelief, and something close to resentment.‘Why on earth would she think I’d want to read Ailene’s final thoughts?’This was the woman who’d lied to me, toyed with my emotions, and then disappeared without a word. I could still feel the sting of betrayal, sharp and bitter, every time her name crossed my mind.“Why are you giving me this, Arlene?” I muttered, my voice tense as I looked down at the journal. “I don’t need her ‘final thoughts’ to know exactly who she was. She used me, and now I’m supposed to feel sorry for her?”Arlene looked at me, her gaze steady, almost pleading. “Mago, I know you don’t want to hear it, but there’s more to her story than you realize. I’m not saying it’ll make up f
*Arlene’s POV*I thought Ailene’s journal would offer Mago some peace, a clear way to mend his heart and perhaps even change his view on love. But I was wrong. Watching him suffer as he tried to process the truth about Ailene was harder than I’d ever imagined."Mago, that’s enough,” I said softly, trying to coax him into putting the bottle down, my hand resting on his arm. It had practically become my evening mantra, whispered in the hopes that he’d listen.But he just lifted the glass again, staring off, lost in thought. ‘This is tearing him apart.’Dessa came up behind me, her voice low with concern. “Is he drunk again?”“He’s been at it since noon,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I tried taking all the beers from his fridge, but he just pulled out his wine collection instead.” My heart twisted, seeing him this way.“You’d better
*Mago’s POV*As I held Ailene’s journal in my hands, my fingers trembled, reluctant to turn the page. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and began to read. Her words drew me into her private agony, each sentence unraveling secrets she had hidden away, buried under her bright smiles and determined spirit.Journal Entry 9"I woke up in the middle of the night, my stomach growling. I was about to sneak out to grab a snack when I heard them—Mom and Dad. They were arguing. I’ve heard arguments before, but this one… this one was about me. Their voices were sharp and cut through the walls, filled with worry. They talked about money, about my treatment. Dad sounded desperate, mentioning my siblings' futures, how our savings were being drained. Mom fought back, refusing to let me stop my treatment. But I could feel it: I was a burden to them.I think it’s time for me to go.But Mago… I don’t want him to see me fade away. I can’t bear the thought of him watching me die. He doesn’t deserve th
*Mago’s POV*As I held Ailene’s journal in my hands, an uneasy weight settled over me. My heart pounded as I prepared to open to the next entry, Journal Entry 15. There was something about this entry—her handwriting looked more hurried, as if she’d written it in the midst of overwhelming emotions. I was afraid of what I might find, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to understand her, to piece together the parts of her story I’d missed, or worse, had ignored.I slowly began to read.Journal Entry 15"My parents panicked recently, thinking my condition had taken a sharp turn for the worse. I was nauseous every morning, throwing up without warning. I didn’t know what was happening until the doctor’s visit changed everything. ‘You’re pregnant,’ he said. The room went silent, and for a moment, so did my heart.I didn’t know what to feel—how can joy and sorrow coexist so painfully? Here
*Mago’s POV*When I learned from Dessa that her brother, Dee-Vyn, was protecting someone in the witness protection program and needed a place to hide, I saw an opportunity. I knew Angelo’s island would be the perfect spot, isolated and far from prying eyes. Offering this help gave me the leverage I needed to finally get some answers about Ailene. There were too many shadows in my mind, too many questions I couldn’t shake.As soon as we arrived at the island and they settled in, I found Dee-Vyn by the shoreline, watching the waves. His face held a weariness that I understood all too well—he was burdened by secrets, and I intended to unravel them.“Dee-Vyn,” I started, my voice steady, but underneath I was a storm waiting to erupt. “You know I didn’t bring you here just to hide you. I need to know what happened to Ailene… everything.”He looked at me, his gaze guarded. “Mago
*Mago’s POV*Securing our papers for the marriage had been surprisingly easy. I had plenty of connections at City Hall, and with a few discreet calls, everything was ready to go. I wanted nothing standing between us. After a brief oath and a quick signing, it was done. It felt surreal—Arlene was my wife now. We didn’t have rings, didn’t even have anyone there to witness the moment, but I promised her that once we told our families, we’d celebrate with a grand ceremony. I’d give her the wedding she deserved.As we left the mayor’s office, Arlene’s eyes sparkled with joy, and I felt a warmth in my chest that I couldn’t contain. We stepped outside, and I couldn’t resist pulling her close, catching her off guard as I pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.“M-Mago,” she whispered, gently pushing me back with a playful smile.“Yes, sexy?” I murmured, my voice low, savoring the way her cheeks flushed.She gig
*Arlene’s POV*I bolted down the stairs, heart racing as I heard the unmistakable sound of Mago’s car pulling away. A sickening dread twisted in my stomach—why would he leave so abruptly, without saying goodbye? My fingers gripped the banister as I reached the bottom, my eyes darting toward the door, hoping somehow I’d misheard, that he was still there.“Arlene,” my mother’s voice stopped me, gentle yet insistent, but I could hear a strange tremor in her tone.“Mommy!” I choked, tears blurring my vision as I turned to face her. “Why did he leave? What happened? He didn’t even say goodbye!” I looked to her for answers, hoping she could make sense of it all. But instead, I saw something unsettling in her expression—an intense worry, almost like fear, barely hidden beneath a calm facade.Before she could answer, my father’s sharp voice sliced through the silence, cutting down the small comfort I’d hoped for.“Enough of this nonsense,
*Mago’s POV*The bar was packed, the air electric with anticipation as the first-ever gender battle began. The crowd buzzed with excitement, their cheers and whistles echoing against the walls. Arlene and I stood on opposite sides of the stage, both ready, both determined. I could see the fire in her eyes—a challenge, a promise that she wasn’t going down without a fight.I signaled to Dessa to start the music. As the first beats of the energetic track boomed through the speakers, I began my flairing routine. Bottles twirled and spun in my hands, catching the lights in dazzling flashes. The crowd roared with approval, egging me on as I tossed the shaker high into the air, caught it behind my back, and poured a perfect shot. I finished my first round with a dramatic slam of the shaker onto the bar, my signature smirk firmly in place.Then it was Arlene’s turn.She stepped forward with a coy smile, her moves smooth, c
Mago’s POVFor three days, I went to work and came home alone. Arlene had been busy redesigning the house, pouring her heart and soul into it. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. She was so into it, and honestly, I didn’t mind. It was our house. She was my wife. And I loved the idea of her leaving her touch everywhere—it made the house feel alive, like a home.But tonight was different. It was past midnight when I got home, and the house was dark and eerily quiet. I didn’t bother turning on the lights in the living room as I made my way upstairs. Passing by Arlene’s room, I paused for a second. The door was closed, but I could feel her presence behind it. I’d been fighting the urge to touch her for nights now, and the battle was getting harder. I knew I still loved her. But that love wasn’t strong enough to erase the pain her father had caused me.Shaking my head, I pushed o
*Arlene’s POV*Mago sat behind his desk, massaging his temple as he read through the financial report I handed him. The tightness in his jaw told me all I needed to know before he even spoke. The numbers were bad, worse than I expected. The newly opened bar across town had stolen not only our regulars but also our spotlight.“Our regulars are barely showing up,” I said, trying to gauge his mood. “And when they do, it’s just for a quick drink before hopping over to the new place.”Mago leaned back, letting out a frustrated sigh. “We need something more interesting than just serving drinks,” he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of his thoughts.“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I said, trying to keep my tone professional despite the nerves twisting in my stomach. I had been preparing for this moment, waiting for him to ask for my input. “And it’s not jus
*Mago’s POV*I didn’t expect her to get up on that stage.Arlene—the woman I told myself I no longer cared about, the woman I convinced myself was nothing more than a tool for revenge—was up there, singing her heart out. She wasn’t the same sweet, innocent girl I’d known before. No, this version of Arlene was bold, confident, and utterly captivating.And I hated it.I hated the way the spotlight caught her, the way her voice softened the crowd, the way her movements seemed so effortless. But most of all, I hated that I noticed it.When the drunk fool climbed onto the stage and started dancing with her, my chest tightened with something I refused to name. I wanted to rip him off that stage, throw him out of my bar, and make it clear to everyone who she really belonged to. But I didn’t.Why would I?She clearly liked the attention. She smiled, played along—flirting effortlessly, like she was just another woman who wante
I started moving to the rhythm, letting the beat take me. I moved in sync with the drunk man, encouraging him, letting him believe I was into it. He spun around, laughing, and his hands reached for mine. At first, it felt like a harmless game. I was in control. Or so I thought.The crowd cheered, egging us on, and I felt my confidence rising. But then, the man’s grip tightened. His hands started moving in places I hadn’t invited him to, his touch no longer playful, but aggressive. His body pressed too close to mine, and for a moment, I felt trapped.Panic creeped up my spine. I glanced at Mago again, hoping—no, needing—him to step in. But he was still caught up in his own world, his attention divided between the women and his drink.The customer’s hands were all over me now, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer, too close. I jerked away, but he only followed, grinning like he’d just won some sort of prize. I could feel the heat of his body pressing in, his hands now danger
*Arlene's POV*It was only 11 PM, but the bar was already a chaotic mess. The students, high on the thrill of a long weekend and the relief of finishing their exams, were letting loose, their laughter and cheers mixing with the pulsing bass of the music. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the sharp tang of spilled beer.Quinn darted from one table to another, his tray barely staying balanced as he delivered drink orders. Dessa hustled behind the bar, her brow furrowed as she juggled glass after glass. But me? I was standing near the entrance, trying to ignore the sharp pang of frustration gnawing at me.Mago—my husband, though it felt more like he was a stranger—was surrounded by a small group of women, laughing too loudly, tossing their hair, and touching his arm like they were already in some private world. He didn’t notice me watching. He never did.I clenched my jaw, watching him flirt effortlessly while I held everything together. ‘It’s just a job. Just a job
*Mago’s POV*Dessa met us at the entrance of the bar, her expression more tense than usual. “Boss Mago, I heard there’s a new bar opening nearby,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “It could be trouble for us. If it’s anything like the rumors, they’ll be taking our regulars.”Arlene frowned, glancing over at me. “When’s the opening?”“This Saturday,” Dessa replied, shaking her head. “I’m worried that the competition will pull people away from our place. It’s a risk—if we don’t do something, we might lose our crowd.”I felt the weight of her words, and Arlene’s expression mirrored the same tension. This wasn’t just a friendly opening—it was a direct challenge.“In that case, we need to make this weekend count,” I said, my voice steady but sharp with intent. “We’ll need to create an event that not only keeps our regulars coming back but also draws new faces to our bar.”Dessa looked at me, her gaze still uneasy but trusting. “What do you have in mind?”“We’ll need to make our drink
*Arlene's POV*“Where are you going?” Mago’s voice broke the silence as he saw me standing on the sidewalk, waiting for a taxi.“I’m meeting Janine and Patricia at Blue Plate,” I replied, glancing at him before adding with a casual shrug, “You can go ahead. I’ll follow you to the bar.”Mago frowned, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he responded, “Get in the car. I’ll take you to Blue Plate.”His tone was firm, but there was something different—an unease, like he didn’t quite like the idea of me going somewhere alone.I raised an eyebrow, “You’re acting like I can’t go on my own. It’s just some girl talk, Mago. Janine and Patricia probably wouldn’t appreciate having you around for that anyway.”“Who said I was coming with you?” Mago’s eyes sparkled with a playful glint, though his tone was defensive. “I need to see Stuart at his office. Since it’s on the same street, I thought I’d drop you off first.”A slight blush crept up my neck, realizing I had misread the situation. W
*Mago’s POV*I’ve been trying—really trying—to keep myself together. But Arlene? She makes it damn near impossible. She moves through life with this unintentional grace, doing the most mundane things in a way that somehow feels provocative. It’s maddening. It’s infuriating. And it’s everything I try not to think about.Take this moment, for instance. She stood by the table, running her fingers lightly along its edge. A simple action, completely innocent—at least in her mind. But in my eyes, it was something else entirely. Her fingers moved with a lazy, unhurried rhythm, tracing the grain of the wood as if she were memorizing its texture. The way her nails lightly grazed the surface made my imagination spiral into places it shouldn’t go.And then there was her face. Her head tilted slightly, lips softly parted as she inspected the table, utterly unaware of the chaos she was causing. She didn’t even realize she was biting her bottom lip, just a little. It was enough to send a fresh wave