Kurtis’s POVThe room was dark and silent, a chill settling over me as I tried to pull my mind from the constant aching in my wrists. But it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, every time I tried to distract myself, her face surfaced in my mind.Lyra.I thought about the night I met her. Back then, I thought she was Angela, only to find out later that they were sisters two halves of a world I never expected to get lost in. I’d gone to that gallery with Angela on a whim, a favor to her, only to spot this quiet beauty who moved so differently, her calmness like a steady flame. I couldn’t look away. Her eyes caught mine that night, soft but curious, and the way she looked at me made everything around us fade. I fell in love at that moment, thinking it was Angela’s warmth yet I had been looking at Lyra all along.And when I realized it was her… everything clicked. She wasn’t Angela. She was her kind of mystery, and I’d fallen deeper, hopelessly drawn to the softness I saw in her.Bu
Lyra’s POVThe hallway stretched out before me like a dark, endless tunnel, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I neared Angela’s door. My heartbeat was a drum in my chest, loud and insistent, mirroring the fury roiling inside me. This was the second time I’d come to confront her about Kurtis. She'd denied any involvement before, but my instincts told me she was lying. And I wasn’t leaving until I forced the truth out of her.I took a deep breath and knocked, the sound sharp and unyielding. After a tense few seconds, the door swung open, revealing Angela’s face. Her expression flickered with surprise, but it quickly morphed into something smug as she took me in, standing there, brimming with anger.“Lyra,” she greeted me with a saccharine tone that made my skin crawl. “Back so soon? I thought I made myself clear last time. What do you want?”I squared my shoulders, meeting her gaze with unflinching resolve. “You know exactly why I’m here, Angela. And I’m not leaving until you tell m
Angela's POV“What a mess you've made, Kurtis,” I spat, marching into the dimly lit room where he was confined. He looked up at me, defiant as ever, but I wasn’t here to play nice. Lyra’s little display at my place was the final straw.“Angela, you’d better tell me everything,” she had yelled, knocking over my favorite vase, her voice trembling with an anger I didn’t know she had in her. I could still see the broken glass and shattered flowers, littering the floor like pieces of our fractured bond. But she’d crossed a line, and I wasn’t about to let her threats go unpunished. Not when it came to Kurtis.I reached the end of the hall and stopped before the heavy, rusted door. With a quick glance behind me, I twisted the handle and slipped inside.There he was, Kurtis, his arms tied behind him, his face bruised, his eyes barely open as he slumped against the chair. He looked up at the sound of the door creaking, and a flicker of recognition crossed his face. A smirk played on my lips as
Angela's POVI stormed down the hallway, my heels echoing sharply off the walls. Each step felt like a punctuation to my anger, a steady reminder of just how far things had spiraled out of my control. Lyra had gone too far this time. Barging into my place, screaming like a banshee, her voice laced with a fury I didn’t even know she was capable of. She even dared to break my favorite vase, scattering pieces of glass across my living room floor as if it was nothing, just like she’d trampled over everything I cared about.Now, I stood before the heavy metal door where Kurtis was being held, catching my breath. I wasn’t here to play nice or listen to his excuses. He’d brought this on himself when he chose her over me. I twisted the rusty handle, pushing the door open to find him slumped in a chair, his arms tied behind him, his face a mess of bruises.Hearing me enter, he lifted his head. His gaze met mine, a spark of defiance burning in his tired eyes. For a moment, I saw the man I’d fal
Lyra's POV It was supposed to be a simple day, a meeting, an introduction, maybe even a new friend. But nothing with Angela ever turned out simple. I should have known better.Angela was always the wild one in my life. While I liked things to be calm and organized, she thrived on chaos. Growing up, I was the one with the organized bedroom, the color-coded calendar, and the carefully planned-out future. Angela? She was the girl who could throw together a killer outfit in five minutes flat, the life of every party, and the one who never seemed to worry about anything. She lived in the moment, always diving headfirst into whatever caught her interest, while I stood on the sidelines, watching, sometimes envying, but mostly cleaning up the messes she left behind.And yet, despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we were inseparable. She was the sun, and I was her shadow, always there, always following. I didn’t mind it, not really. Angela’s life was exciting, full of surprises
Lyra's POV Two weeks on this island, and everything had changed. What was supposed to be a simple favor for Angela had turned into something I couldn’t control. Every day, I felt myself falling deeper in love with Kurtis, and the guilt was eating me alive. I spent every moment with him, pretending to be Angela, laughing at his jokes, listening to his stories, and sharing moments that were supposed to belong to my sister. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that I wasn’t just pretending, I was genuinely falling for him. His smile, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world… It was all too much. But it was also a lie. Tonight was no different. We had spent the evening walking along the beach, the waves crashing softly against the shore, the sky painted in shades of pink and orange as the sunset. The warmth of the sand under our feet and the gentle breeze coming off the ocean created a moment that should have been perfect. But som
I walked back and forth in my room, trying to figure out how everything went so wrong. My mind was a mess of regret and confusion. How did I let it get this bad? I had no idea what Kurtis would do now, after finding out the truth. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him, but I had done just that. The knock on my door startled me. It was late, too late for anyone to be knocking, especially at this hour. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I froze, unsure whether to answer or stay silent. Who could it be? What did they want at this time? Kurtis stood there, his face twisted in anger, his eyes wild with a pain I had never seen before. My heart sank. This wasn’t the man I had come to love; this was someone else entirely, someone consumed by rage and betrayal. "Kurtis" I started, but he cut me off, his voice cold and harsh. "Don’t you dare say my name," he snapped, stepping into the room and slamming the door behind him. "I can’t even look
Chapter 4The fight with Kurtis had been intense, both of us yelling over the storm inside. His anger felt electric, and I was caught up in it. When he stormed out, I knew I couldn’t let him go alone. I had to find him and try to make things right.I chased him through the pouring rain, the cold drops hitting my face. I could hardly see, but I followed the sound of his angry footsteps until I reached the beach. The wind howled around me, and the waves crashed hard against the shore. There, I saw Kurtis standing at the water’s edge, his dark figure outlined by the lightning.“Kurtis!” I yelled, my voice barely cutting through the storm. “Stop! You can’t do this!”He turned to face me, his face showing both rage and despair. I saw him clutching a small box in his hand before tossing it into the waves. My heart sank as I realized it was the engagement ring he had planned to use for a proposal.“No!” I screamed, darting towards the water. “Not the ring!” “What are you doing here? I told