I sat at the kitchen table after she left me, staring blankly at the cup of tea I’d made before I was lost in my thoughts but had no intention of drinking it again. The silence pressed in on me from all sides, the ticking of the clock on the wall growing louder with each passing second. Each tick felt like a reminder of how little time I had before Angela and Kurtis would inevitably reconnect. It was only a matter of time before I was pushed back into the shadows.My thoughts were a tangled mess again. I knew Kurtis cared about me, we’d shared moments, brief but undeniable, but those moments were overshadowed by Angela. The thought of him choosing her over me made my stomach twist into painful knots. I wanted to believe that I meant something to him, that I was more than just a stand-in for her, but how could I be sure?Just as I was about to drown in another wave of doubt, the door creaked open. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Kurtis walk into the kitchen. Is this me imagining thi
Torn Apart I couldn’t focus on anything as Angela and Kurtis had their private conversation. Every creak of the floor, every murmur from the next room, sent my heart racing. I tried to keep busy, cleaning the villa as if scrubbing away the dirt could somehow cleanse the anxiety gnawing at my insides. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Minutes felt like hours until finally, Angela emerged from the room, looking as composed as ever. Her eyes landed on me, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Kurtis and I have decided to get back together,” she said, her tone casual as if she were talking about the weather. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. My hands trembled, and the rag I’d been holding fell to the floor. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for breath. “Angela…” I managed to whisper, my
Lyra's POVAs I walked away, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, but this time, they weren’t just tears of sadness, they were tears of resolve. I knew, deep down, that I deserved more than what Kurtis was offering. And if he couldn’t see that, then maybe it was time I started seeing it for myself.The sun set, casting a warm glow over the villa. I stood on the veranda, leaning on the railing, my thoughts tangled. I had tried to distance myself from Kurtis, to push my feelings away, but seeing him earlier had shaken my resolve.Kurtis had been standing by the window, his face a mask of conflict and emotion. He hadn’t mentioned Angela, but the tension in the air was thick. And now, as I watched the last rays of sunlight disappear, I felt him before I saw him. Kurtis stepped onto the veranda, and even though I’d told myself to stay away, his presence pulled me in like a magnet.We stood there in silence, the air heavy with all the things we weren’t saying. I could feel
Kurtis’ POVI stood there, watching Lyra walk away, her hurt and frustration hitting me like a physical blow. I wanted to call after her, to explain, but she was already out of sight. The emptiness left behind was suffocating, a gnawing sense of dread settling in my chest.I muttered to myself, “Goddammit, Kurtis. What have you done?”The villa seemed to close in on me as I struggled to reconcile my thoughts. “I need to figure this out,” I said aloud, pacing the length of the hallway. “Angela and Lyra, everything’s so messed up. How did I let it get this far?”My mind raced with the weight of my decisions. “I thought I could handle this, that I could manage both sides. But it’s tearing me apart.” I stopped abruptly, pressing my hands to my face. “Angela’s here, and she’s a part of my past. But Lyra, she’s here, and she’s real. I can’t keep dragging them both through this chaos.”I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. “Okay, focus. Angela’s the next step. I need to c
Angela POVI watched Kurtis walk away, each step feeling like a fresh stab to my heart. His words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper with every repetition. But I couldn’t let him see how much it hurt. Not now. Not after everything.A part of me wanted to scream, to run after him and force him to turn around. The crushing pain was unbearable, but I shoved that feeling down. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Not when everything was at stake.I wiped the tears from my eyes, forcing myself to breathe. “Get it together, Angela,” I whispered. “You need to play this smart.”I never imagined I’d want him back, but now it felt like a piece of my soul was walking away with him. Why did it hurt so much to see him go?But I knew where I had to go next. If I couldn’t have Kurtis, then I’d make damn sure Lyra wouldn’t either. She thought she could just step into my life and take what was mine. I told her to break up with him, but she didn’t. Now, she was about to learn who she was really up again
Lyra POVThe villa was quiet as I rushed down the hallway, my heart racing. Is Angela stepping aside? I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.“She gave up?” I muttered to myself, trying to process it. “This feels too easy… almost like a gift I don’t deserve.”I shook my head, pushing the doubt aside. “But if she’s stepping back, I have to make the most of it. This is my chance.”I reached Kurtis’s study and knocked sharply on the door, barely waiting for his response before pushing it open. Kurtis looked up from his desk, his expression shifting from surprise to something deeper.“Lyra? What’s going on?” he asked, rising from his chair with a mix of concern and anticipation.“I have to tell you something incredible,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement. I crossed the room and took his hands in mine, gazing up into his eyes. “Angela, she’s given us the go-ahead. She said she’s stepping aside and that she wants us to be happy, even if it’s together.”Kurtis’s eyes narrowed, a mi
Angela POVI just wanted to tell them I was leaving, but when I walked in on them, lost in each other's kisses, the sight hit me hard. I knew I had to step away and face my own life.A strange calm settled over me as I watched them. Part of me wanted to shout, to demand answers, but I remembered I had given them a go-ahead order, an unexpected sense of peace. This was what I’d feared, but now that I saw it, I realized it was a chance for me to move on.I cleared my throat softly, enough to make them aware of my presence. “Well, isn’t this a surprise,” I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your... reunion.”Lyra's eyes flew open, her face flushing with embarrassment. “Angela, I”I raised a hand to stop her. “It’s all right, Lyra. I came here to tell you both that I’m leaving.”Kurtis pulled away from Lyra, his expression a mix of panic and confusion. “Angela, thank you for doing this, I appreciate it.“Oh, it's fine, ” I said, stepping further into the ro
Angela's POVWhen I first met Alex, it felt like a breath of fresh air. After everything with Kurtis, I was ready to move on, and Alex seemed like the perfect distraction. We started hanging out more, and every time we were together, the chemistry was undeniable. Our conversations flowed so naturally, it was like we’d known each other forever. Alex had this charm that was impossible to ignore. Every time he looked at me, I felt like I was the only woman in the world. It was intoxicating, making me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in so long.One evening, after another night of laughter and easy banter, we ended up back at his place. The air between us was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding as we sat close on his couch.“Angela,” Alex said softly, his voice full of meaning, “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.”Before I could even respond, he leaned in, and our lips met. The kiss was everything I didn’t know I was missing, passionate, intense,
Lyra’s POV The day had finally arrived: my wedding day. The world outside seemed to know it was special, too. The sky was a canvas of soft blues and wispy white clouds, with the sun gently warming the seaside breeze. Every detail of the morning felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream I never wanted to wake up from. In my bridal suite, the air buzzed with excitement. Sophie, my bridesmaid and Angela’s closest friend, was helping me into my wedding dress. The dress was everything I’d imagined, sleek and elegant with delicate lace running down the sleeves and tiny pearls dotting the bodice. The train cascaded behind me like a flowing river of ivory silk. As Sophie zipped the back, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. For a moment, I didn’t recognize myself. “You look stunning, Lyra,” Sophie said, stepping back to admire me. Her voice was thick with emotion. I turned to her, my own heart brimming. “Do you think Kurtis will like it?” Sophie laughed. “Like i
Lyra's POV The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee drifting up to my room. For a moment, I stayed under the covers, savoring the warmth of my bed and the quiet anticipation that filled the air. Tomorrow, I would become Mrs. Lyra Hartley. The thought sent a flutter of excitement and nerves through me. Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and I padded downstairs, barefoot, my robe loosely tied. In the kitchen, I found Angela standing by the counter, a steaming mug in her hands. Her back was to me, and she seemed lost in thought. “Good morning,” I said, stepping closer, my voice soft so as not to startle her. Angela jumped slightly but quickly recovered, turning around with a faint smile. “Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just... couldn’t sleep.” I reached for a mug and poured myself some coffee, the rich aroma wrapping around me like a comforting hug. “You didn’t wake me,” I assured her. “But you being up this early is definitely unusual. What’s on your
Lyra’s POVThe morning light streamed through my bedroom window, painting everything in soft gold. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Kurtis’s name flashing on the screen. “Good morning, baby girl,” his deep voice greeted me. “Good morning,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. Even after everything we’d been through, his voice still had that effect on me. “How did you sleep?” he asked. “Better than I have in weeks,” I admitted. “Knowing Alice is finally in custody helps.” There was a pause, and then he chuckled. “I knew that would ease your mind. But listen, we have something more important to focus on now—our wedding.” My heart soared. “You’re right. No more delays.” “Exactly. Can you meet me at the venue later today? I’ve already called a decorator and the caterer to start discussing ideas.” “Of course,” I said, excitement bubbling up. “What time?” “Around two. I’ll text you
Kurtis’s POVThe morning after James was arrested, I woke up feeling lighter, yet there was still a lingering weight on my chest. Alice. She was the real puppet master, the mastermind behind James’s schemes. If I let my guard down now, it could all be for nothing. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching Lyra sleep. Her face was serene, untouched by the chaos that constantly tried to invade our lives. I wanted to keep it that way. Standing up, I grabbed my phone and dialed Detective Harper. “Harper,” her voice was sharp and awake despite the early hour. “We’ve got to move on Alice,” I said, my tone firm. “If she gets wind of James’s arrest, she’ll bolt. We need to act now.” There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harper responded. “Agreed. Do you have anything concrete on her yet?” “Not enough to keep her locked up for long,” I admitted. “But James’s arrest is going to shake her. If we can catch her making a move, we’ll have something to work with.” “I’ll dispa
Kurtis’s POVI was still seeing the the moment the handcuffs clicked around James’s wrists, playing in my eye, how I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It wasn’t just about justice, it was about keeping Lyra safe, about making sure that maniac wouldn’t come anywhere near her again. As the officers led him out, his defiance hadn’t wavered. “This isn’t over, Kurtis,” James hissed, his eyes filled with venom. “You think taking me down changes anything? You have no idea what you’re up against.” His voice echoed back in my ear.I didn’t respond. He could spit all the poison he wanted; his threats didn’t matter anymore. His reign of terror had ended the moment those cuffs locked into place. Once the police cars disappeared into the night, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Detective Harper walked up to me, her expression grim but satisfied. “You did good tonight, Kurtis,” she told me.“I just did what needed to be done,” I replied, glancing at the warehouse where
Kurtis’s POVJames was a menace, a shadow that loomed over Lyra and Angela's lives for far too long. As I stood by the window of my penthouse suite, staring at the city lights below, the thought of letting him roam free even for another day was unbearable. Lyra’s safety wasn’t just a responsibility, it was personal. “I’m not waiting for him to make his next move,” I said, turning to Detective Harper on the other end of the phone. Harper’s voice was professional but tinged with determination. “We need solid evidence to make the arrest stick, Kurtis. What you’ve given us so far is compelling, but I need more to ensure he doesn’t wriggle out on a technicality.” I clenched my fist. “Then you’ll have it. I’ll send over every document, every email, every recording we’ve compiled so far. And I’ll make sure he has no place to run.” After hanging up, I paced the room, my mind racing. James was clever, but arrogance was his fatal flaw. He never imagined I’d play the long game, collectin
Lyra's POV Later that evening, as the hospital quieted down, I sat by Angela’s bedside, my mind a storm of thoughts. The air felt heavy, not just from the day’s events but from something I’d been holding back, something I needed answers to. I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to bring it up. Angela’s eyelids were drooping, but I knew she wasn’t asleep yet. “Angela,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I need to ask you something… and I need you to be honest with me.” Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head slightly to look at me. “Of course. What is it?” “It’s about James.” At the mention of his name, her expression shifted, a flicker of guilt flashing across her face. She didn’t say anything, so I pressed on. “You’ve been around him more than I have lately. You must know something about his intentions. What’s he planning, Angela? What does he want from me?” Angela hesitated, biting her lower lip. “Lyra… I don’t know if” “Do
Lyra’s POVThe cold, sterile smell of the hospital hit me the moment I stepped inside. My heart was pounding so hard it drowned out every other sound—the murmur of voices, the beep of monitors, the shuffling of feet. Angela. Critical condition. The nurse’s words rang in my ears as I approached the counter, my voice trembling as I asked, “Angela… Angela Hayes. Where is she?” The receptionist barely glanced up, typing away on her computer. “Room 115. Down the hall, second door on your left.” I didn’t wait for her to finish. My feet moved before my mind could catch up, rushing down the hallway, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. My legs felt like jelly, but I pushed forward, ignoring the ache. When I reached the door marked *115,* I paused, my hand hovering over the handle. I wasn’t ready to see her like this—to see my sister, my twin, lying broken and vulnerable. But I had to. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat at the sight be
Angela’s POV The door slammed behind me as I left Lyra’s house, but the sound didn’t drown out the storm in my head. The cold evening air wrapped around me like a punishment, but it was nothing compared to the icy distance Lyra had put between us. I climbed into my car, letting the silence close in, but the quiet only gave space for my thoughts to scream louder. My hands clutched the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I sat there, reliving every moment of the last hour. I had gone there to apologize, to mend the bridge I had set on fire. Instead, I’d been met with something far worse than anger, indifference. When she opened the door, her face was unreadable. For a moment, I thought she might slam it shut again, but she stepped aside, her cold eyes fixed on me. “What do you want, Angela?” she asked, her voice void of emotion. My heart had twisted at her tone, but I forced myself to speak. “I came to say I’m sorry, Lyra. I know I’ve been… awful. I know I’v