Kurtis’s POVLyra’s trembling breath warmed my chest, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Her concern for Angela was eating away at her, and as much as I wanted to be patient, the thought of losing what we had over her sister’s problems made my blood boil.I held her tighter, trying to push away the frustration that threatened to overwhelm me. She was everything to me, and the idea that our happiness could be tainted by someone else’s misery was infuriating. I needed to make her see that our relationship was worth fighting for, even if it meant being a little selfish.“Lyra,” I murmured against her hair, my voice low and filled with a raw edge of desperation, “I love how much you care about your sister, but you can’t let her problems consume you. We have something real, something special, and I won’t let anything, or anyone, oioooodestroy that.”She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I just don’t know how to let go, Kurtis,” she whispered, h
Angela's POVI threw my phone across the room, watching it clatter against the wall before it finally settled on the floor. How could I have been so blind? How could I let my twin take what should have been mine? Lyra was always the quiet one, the one who lived in the shadows, content with whatever scraps life tossed her way. But now, she's the one living my life. Kurtis should have been mine, he was mine before I let him slip through my fingers. And now, he's hers.I couldn't sleep a wink all night, my thoughts racing, my anger simmering just below the surface. How had I let this happen? My twin, my other half, was living the life I was supposed to have. I could see them now, laughing together, Kurtis looking at her the way he used to look at me. It was a nightmare, but the worst part was that it was real.When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I forced myself out of bed. There was no point in lying there, drowning in my misery. If I couldn’t sleep, I could at leas
Angela POVI arrived at the office, my mood blacker than the clouds that loomed overhead. As soon as I stepped through the doors, the buzzing energy of the place hit me like a brick. Phones ringing, people chatting, the clatter of keyboards, it was all so suffocating. But instead of making me retreat, it only fueled my anger.My assistant, Jenna, was the first to greet me. She was young, eager, and always trying to please. Normally, I could tolerate her sunny disposition, but today it grated on my last nerve."Good morning, Ms. Angela! I have your schedule for the day""Don't bother," I snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. The shock on her face did nothing to soften my tone. "Just handle it. I don't want to hear about it."Jenna blinked, clearly taken aback, but she quickly composed herself. "Of course, Ms. Angela. I'll take care of everything."I brushed past her without another word, heading straight for my office. As I walked, I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, sensing
Angela POV I could feel the tension in my chest like a vice, squeezing tighter with every breath. Kurtis's words lingered in my mind, stirring up emotions I wasn't ready to face. How dare he speak to me like that? How dare he suggest that this was my fault? My life was falling apart, and he had the nerve to lecture me?I was about to lash out, to tell him exactly what I thought of his self-righteous attitude, when the barista called out, "Your coffee, miss."I grabbed the cup without even looking at her, my hand trembling with barely contained rage. "Kurtis, if you think for one second that you can"But before I could finish, I heard a voice behind me. "Angela?"I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. I turned slowly, dreading what I might see, and there he was, Alex, standing just a few feet away, his eyes wide with confusion and hurt."What are you doing here?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.He looked down at the coffee in my hand and then back at me, his expressi
Angela POVI couldn’t move. The moment Alex turned and walked away, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me, leaving me stranded in some strange, desolate place. My chest tightened as I watched him go, the image of his broken expression burned into my mind. The anger that had driven me seconds ago began to dissipate, replaced by a gnawing sense of regret and fear. What had I just done?My hand trembled as I took a sip of the coffee, the liquid bitter on my tongue. I didn’t even want it, but I needed something to focus on, anything to stop the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I looked around, realizing I was still standing in the middle of the busy coffee shop. The sounds of life, laughter, conversation, and the hiss of the espresso machine felt distant, like I was underwater, cut off from everything.My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over. The look in Alex’s eyes when I told him I didn’t know if I ever loved him. It was the truth, at least, that’s wha
Angela’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that everything might just be okay. Alex’s apartment felt warm and familiar, filled with the memories of the times we’d shared. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. It felt almost normal.He turned to me with a small smile, gesturing toward the living room. “I made us some coffee. You look like you could use it.”“Yeah, thanks,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I followed him to the couch, where two mugs of coffee sat on the table, steam curling up from them. He’d even put out a plate of cookies, just like he always did when we needed to talk.I sat down, taking the mug in my hands, the warmth soothing my nerves. Alex sat beside me, close but not too close, like he was giving me space. We talked about little things at first, work, mutual friends, the latest news. For a while, it felt almost like old times, like the tension be
Angela POVAlex was gone, and this time, it was for good. I knew I had hurt him, but he wasn’t innocent either. He had changed, becoming possessive and overprotective, making me feel trapped. That was when my mind started drifting to Kurtis again. But now, standing in the silence of my empty apartment, I realized something: I was completely alone. No Alex. No Kurtis. Just me.But if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was reclaiming my power. I wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity. No, I needed to remind myself, and the world, who I was. I was Angela, and I was going to shine again.That’s when the idea hit me. What better way to make a comeback than by hosting a glamorous charity event? It would boost my career, put me back in the spotlight, and prove to everyone that I was still the powerful, unbreakable woman they all knew. I wasn’t just going to reclaim my shine, I was going to blind them with it.The grand ballroom was filled with the who’s who of society. Wealthy donors, cel
Angela POVI met David by chance at a coffee shop one rainy afternoon. I was in a hurry, juggling a million things in my head, trying to forget about Alex and all the drama that had consumed my life for the past few months. The last thing I was thinking about was meeting someone new. I had just ordered my usual, an extra shot of espresso in my latte, when I felt someone’s eyes on me. It wasn’t the usual type of glance either; it was intense, curious. When I looked up, there he was, David. Tall, confident, with that easy smile that could make anyone feel like they were the only person in the room. I wasn’t immune to that charm, not by a long shot.He approached me as I stood by the counter waiting for my drink. “You seem like you’ve had one hell of a day,” he said casually, his voice low and smooth.I gave a small laugh, trying to play it off. “Is it that obvious?”“Just a little,” he said with a grin. “Mind if I keep you company? Maybe I can make your day a little better.”I hesitate
Lyra POV As I looked at Kurtis' determined face, I knew he was up to fight, so I asked him again. “Kurtis,” I said softly, pulling back to look up at him. “What do we do now?”His arms tightened around me as if shielding me from the weight of the world. His eyes burned with unwavering determination, his voice low and steady. “We fight back,” he said.Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen. The sound of each tap echoed in the silence, amplifying my nerves.“Kurtis, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting mine, filled with resolve. “I’m calling someone who can help us. You’ve been running for too long, Lyra. That ends now.”He raised the phone to his ear. “Dpo,” he said firmly when the call connected, his tone sharp and commanding. “It’s time. Pull everything we have on James and Alice. I want every shred of dirt they’ve ever tried to bury. Ba
Lyra’s POV The coffee shop had quieted down, the hum of the espresso machine and the occasional clink of cups the only sounds breaking the stillness. Kurtis sat across from me, his hands gripping his cup so tightly I feared it might shatter. His gaze was fixed on me, intense and unwavering, as if he were trying to peel back my layers and see straight into my soul. But I was already bare before him. “Lyra,” he said finally, his voice low, rough. “I need to know something before I go any further.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “What is it?” His jaw tightened as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Are you still in love with me?” The question hit me like a freight train, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled, and I clutched my cup as if it could anchor me to the earth. “Kurtis...” I began, but he cut me off, his voice firm and unrelenting. “No, Lyra. Don’t skirt around this. I need to hear it from you. Because if I’m
Lyra's POV I held my breath as Kurtis flung the door open, his presence a storm brewing in the doorway. James stood there, arrogance etched across his face, but even he faltered under Kurtis's fiery gaze. My heart thundered as I gripped Kurtis's arm, trying to hold him back from what I knew could escalate into something dangerous. “Kurtis, don’t,” I whispered, desperation thick in my voice. He ignored me, stepping forward, his towering frame blocking the doorway like a sentinel. “James, leave. Now.” James smirked, though it wavered. “This is between me and Lyra.” “No,” Kurtis said, his voice low and threatening, “this ended the moment you thought you could force her into something she didn’t want. I’m not letting you ruin her life anymore.” The tension between them was suffocating, and I knew if I didn’t intervene, things would spiral. “Stop!” I stepped between them, my palms pressed against Kurtis's chest. “Please, both of you, stop this madness!” Kurtis’s jaw was clench
Kurtis POV I paced the length of the living room again, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. The more I thought about Lyra, the more my frustrations turned into an unbearable ache. My heart wasn’t just heavy, it felt shredded, raw with every beat. The dream of her marrying James wasn’t just a figment of my imagination; it felt like a warning, like my soul already knew something I didn’t. The thought of her signing her life away to someone else made my chest tighten. My mind replayed every moment we’d spent together, every promise we’d made, and every touch that had once told me we were unshakable. But now? Now, everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t wait any longer. If I didn’t go to her now, I’d lose her for good. “Tomorrow is too far away,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing my car keys and storming out the door. The drive to her place was a blur. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, and my chest
Kurtis POV I paced the length of the living room, the soft carpet muffling my restless footsteps. My mind was a battlefield, torn between anger, confusion, and a raw, aching sense of helplessness. The image of Lyra signing that marriage certificate in my dream haunted me, her trembling fingers and the tears she couldn’t hide. I couldn’t shake it off. What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if it was a prelude to my reality? "Stop it, Kurtis," I muttered to myself, dragging my hands down my face. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the silence of the room was deafening. I needed to hear her voice, to have her tell me this was all in my head. Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number for the hundredth time this week. It rang and rang until her voicemail kicked in. *“Hi, this is Lyra. Leave a message.”* I clenched my teeth, frustration boiling over. I couldn’t even hear her say my name anymore. What was I supposed to do with this silence? Without thinking, I hurled the ph
Kurtis POV I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone in my hands. The last message from Lyra was still there, short and cold, cutting through me like a knife. She’d told me she was getting married to James, just like that. No explanation, no chance for me to argue, nothing. She refused to answer my calls after that, her texts growing shorter and more distant until they stopped altogether. I couldn’t understand it. Lyra wasn’t the type to shut people out, especially not me. I asked her once, begged, even, why she was doing this. “Why leave me for him, Lyra? What does James have that I don’t?” Her response had been vague, her eyes clouded with something I couldn’t read. “It’s complicated, Kurtis. Please don’t ask me this again.” Complicated. That was all she gave me, leaving me stranded with a million questions and a heart that felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. I leaned back against the headboard, exhaustion weighing on me. My mind couldn’t stop racing
Lyra’s POV The door slammed shut behind Alice, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my room. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the cool wooden surface, my forehead resting against it. I wanted to scream, to cry, to throw something, but none of that would help. None of it would undo the mess I was in. I slid down to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest as the weight of everything crushed me. The choices I’d made, the lies I’d told, the sacrifices, was any of it worth it? “Should I tell Kurtis everything?” The thought slipped into my mind like a whisper, bringing both hope and fear. Curtis, my savior, the man who’d shown me what it felt like to be truly loved. He’d understand, wouldn’t he? He’d hold me, tell me it wasn’t my burden to bear, and promise to take care of everything. But then what? The image of Kurtis Face twisted in anger as I told him the truth made my stomach churn. What if he didn’t understand? What if he saw me as weak, as someone who co
Lyra’s POV The mansion felt colder than usual, even though the temperature hadn't changed. The weight of James’s hold on me and the suffocating presence of Alice made the air thicker and harder to breathe. My footsteps echoed against the marble floors as I made my way toward the living room, trying to steel myself for whatever verbal sparring match Alice had planned for me that day. She was sitting there, her legs crossed elegantly, sipping tea as if she hadn’t just ruined my life with one malicious smile. Her perfectly manicured nails clicked against the porcelain cup when she set it down. Her gaze locked on me the moment I entered. "Lyra," Alice began, her voice sweet, yet dripping with venom. "Why the long face? Did my brother disappoint you again, or are you simply contemplating running away from your responsibilities?" I froze mid-step, forcing my expression into something neutral. "What are you talking about, Alice?" She rose slowly, her movements as deliberate as a pr
Lyra POV The cold night air stung my face as I stumbled down the dimly lit street. My chest felt tight, each breath dragging painfully through my lungs as I struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over again. My heart was a tangled mess, torn between the man I couldn’t let go of and the choices I’d made to keep him safe. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Ella’s door. My fists trembled as I knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet. It took only a moment before the door opened, and Ella stood there, her expression shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. “Lyra,” she gasped, pulling me inside. “What happened to you? Why are you crying?” Her voice was frantic, her hands gripping my arms as if to steady me. I shook my head, unable to meet her gaze. “Ella, I…” My voice broke, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled over, hot and relentless. “Lyra, talk to me.” She led me to her couch, her warm hands pressing against mine as she sat beside me. “Wh