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