FAITHThe restaurant was bustling with life, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery filling the air. The elegant chandeliers cast a warm glow across the room, and the view from the top floor was absolutely breathtaking. Lights from the city below sparkled like scattered diamonds, making everything feel magical.Blaze and I were seated at a cozy table by the window, giving us the best vantage point to take it all in. I toyed with my fork, trying not to look as impressed as I felt.“This place is fancy,” I said, raising an eyebrow at Blaze. “I mean, who knew you had such exquisite taste?”He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Exquisite taste? I’m pretty sure you picked this place, Faith.”I waved a hand dismissively. “Details. What matters is that you actually brought me here. I half-expected you to flake.”“Flake? Me?” Blaze put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’m hurt. You really think so little of me?”I gave him a teasing grin. “I don’t think little of you
FAITHBlaze’s lips crashed onto mine with a heat that stunned me into stillness. His hand, firm and steady, pressed lightly against the small of my back, holding me in place as his other arm braced against the wall beside my head. The kiss was brief, but it carried an intensity that sent sparks dancing along my skin. His lips were soft yet demanding, his touch igniting something deep within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.For a moment, everything else disappeared. The tension in the air, the dim light of the stairwell, even the looming threat of Austin—all of it faded away. My hands found their way to Blaze’s chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if to ground myself. I was lost in the warmth of him, in the way he tasted faintly of the wine we’d shared earlier, in the way his breath mingled with mine.Then, a sharp, irritated voice snapped me out of my trance.“Get a room, guys. What the hell?”Austin’s voice rang out, dripping with annoyance, as he brushed past us on
FAITHThe room seemed to shrink as everyone’s attention turned to the center of the drama. My hand tightened around Blaze’s arm, and he leaned closer to murmur, “Looks like your ex is about to have the night of his life.”“Shh,” I hissed, unable to look away.Austin’s face was a thunderstorm of rage, and his movements were erratic as he threw a handful of glossy photos onto the table in front of him.The pictures scattered like fallen leaves, and from where I stood, I could make out snippets of what they depicted—Reagan and Samuel, also known as Michael, in various settings.In one, they were seated across from each other at a dimly lit restaurant, Samuel leaning forward with a smile, Reagan looking like she was listening intently. In another, they were in the same car, parked in what looked like a secluded spot. There was one of them laughing together behind the campus building, her hand on his arm, and another in a parking lot, where Samuel was holding the car door open for her. No
FAITHAustin pulled back slightly, still holding onto my shoulders. “Faith, please,” he whispered, his voice low but pleading. “I made a huge mistake. I just… I don’t know what I was thinking.”I glanced at Blaze out of the corner of my eye. His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched on the table as if he were barely restraining himself from intervening. I could almost hear the question he was dying to ask: ‘What the hell is happening right now?’But I ignored him and focused on Austin.Austin’s voice was a constant stream of apologies, each one more desperate than the last. “Faith, I’m so sorry. I was an idiot. I should’ve never—God, I
FAITHI let out a laugh, waving off Blaze’s earlier comment as if it was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “Obviously, you were acting. I mean, me being your girlfriend is a whole pretense to begin with.”Blaze let out a low, almost imperceptible sound. “Huh. Right,” he muttered, his tone so quiet it barely reached me.I didn’t dwell on it, though, as I gestured to our table. “Let’s continue eating.”He raised an eyebrow, amused. “You really did come here to eat.”“Obviously.” I flashed him a grin. “I mean, being here in front of Austin at this exact moment was part of the plan, but hey, the food? That’s a crucial part of it too.”Blaze chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up his fork. “I get the food part, but honestly? I don’t even get what you’re doing at this point.”I shrugged, spearing a piece of the now slightly cold filet mignon on my plate. “It’s simple, really. I’m just giving them a taste of their own medicine.”Blaze leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow arched.
FAITHBlaze didn’t answer me immediately. His jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. I had never seen him look like this before—tense, almost like he was bracing for something.“Blaze,” I repeated, my voice softer this time. He didn’t move, his gaze still fixed on the striking red-haired woman near the entrance. His normally sharp expression was distant, like he was somewhere else entirely.I reached out and shook his shoulder lightly, pulling him out of his trance. “Blaze, what’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he said quickly, but the tightness in his voice betrayed him. He glanced away from the woman, his jaw tense, and motioned toward the exit. “Let’s go.”I frowned, unsure whether to press him further, but decided against it. As we walked to the elevator, his silence was heavier than usual, and the air between us felt oddly charged.Once inside, the mirrored walls of the elevator reflected the quiet tension. Blaze stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on t
FAITH“Yeah,” I murmured, the sight stealing my breath. “It feels like we’re driving straight into a painting.”Blaze smiled, and his tone turned mischievous again. “See? Aren’t you glad I insisted on the drive? I knew my idea was better than touching grass.”I laughed, the sound mixing with the wind as it tousled my hair. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you this one. The beach beats grass any day.”Blaze smirked, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I knew you’d come around. I always win in the end.”I shook my head, my laughter fading into a warm smile. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”“And yet, here you are,” he said with a playful wink, his tone dripping with confidence.I rolled my eyes, unable to fight the grin spreading across my face. As the waves grew louder, signaling our proximity to the shore, I found myself relaxing in a way I hadn’t in ages. There was something oddly comforting about Blaze’s banter—his ability to turn even the most ordinary moments into
FAITHThe clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound echoing in the stillness of my room.I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling as though the answers to my inner turmoil might magically appear there. They didn’t.Instead, my mind was consumed by two equally irritating things: my maddening craving for something utterly bizarre and my growing feelings for Blaze.It had been days since I’d last listened to his nightly summaries from the pregnancy book. My excuse was always the same—“I’m too tired, I just need to sleep.” But the truth was much messier. Spending those moments with him, watching his face soften as he explained things with surprising patience, fe
BLAZEI strode through the hallways of the estate, my mind still burning with the conversation I had just left behind. The tension in my body hadn't eased, and every step I took only fueled the frustration simmering in my chest.But right now, none of that mattered.I needed to see Faith.I stopped in front of her room, my fingers curling into a fist as I knocked against the wooden door. “Faith?” My voice was firm but not demanding.Silence.I frowned, waiting a few more seconds before knocking again, this time a little louder. “Faith, are you awake?”
BLAZEThe drive home was long, and my mind never settled. My fingers tapped against my thigh, my thoughts shifting between the past hour and what lay ahead.Faith.I needed to see her. To check on her. To remind myself that she was okay, that she was safe.But as soon as I stepped inside the house, a servant approached me, bowing his head slightly before speaking. “Sir, your grandfather has requested to see you.”I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening.Of course.I wanted to go to Faith first. I wanted to see her face, to hear her voice, to know that she was doin
BLAZEI stopped in my tracks, my jaw tightening. Slowly, I turned to look at Jared, my frown deepening.“Of course, it was him,” I said, my voice clipped, cold. “Who else would it be?”Jared raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. “Well… you have a long list of enemies, so you never know. It could be anyone.”I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. He wasn’t wrong. Over the years, I had built up a solid list of people who would love nothing more than to see me suffer. Competitors in business, people I
BLAZEThe hallway was dark, the dim glow of the overhead lights barely casting enough illumination to cut through the shadows.My footsteps echoed against the cold, tiled floor, steady and unhurried. The air was thick, heavy, humming with tension, each step pulling me deeper into the darkness.I didn’t rush.I wanted to savor this moment.Jared was already waiting for me at the end of the corridor, his expression blank, his stance rigid. His hands were clasped behind his back, his jaw set, but I knew him well enough to catch the slight stiffness in his shoulders—the barely perceptible sign that he was on edge.Good.He should
FAITHJessica’s heels clicked sharply against the hospital floor as she marched toward me, her arms crossed, her face set in a deep scowl. Her usual pristine elegance was overshadowed by anger, her piercing gaze burning into me.I barely had time to process her words before she continued, her tone sharp, cutting.“You put yourself in danger—worse, you put the baby in danger! What kind of reckless, thoughtless behavior is that?” she snapped, her eyes blazing.I blinked, still dizzy, my mind struggling to keep up. “I… I didn’t—”“And for what?” she cut me off. “To go to some unknown restaurant? Without security? Without even
FAITHI woke up to the steady beeping of a monitor and the feeling of something cool pressed against my face. My body felt heavy, my limbs weak, my head pounding as though a thousand hammers were striking against it.I blinked against the harsh fluorescent light, my vision blurry, my throat raw and burning.Where was I?I tried to move, but something was strapped to my face—an oxygen mask. Panic stirred in my chest as I took a shallow, raspy breath, the memory of thick smoke and unbearable heat flashing in my mind.The fire.I inhaled too fast, coughing violently, my ribs aching with each sharp motion. A sharp pain shot through my chest, making me wince.A soft, familiar voice broke through the haze.“Take it easy, Miss. You’re in the hospital.”I turned my head slightly to see a doctor standing beside my bed, his expression calm but serious. He was flipping through a chart, his glasses slightly askew.Hospital.I was alive.I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, too raw.The do
BLAZEThis was a setup. A fucking trap.For her.My chair scraped against the marble floors as I shot up, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs.Jared, who was still standing nearby, frowned. “Blaze? What’s wrong?”I didn’t answer. I was already moving.Jared cursed under his breath and followed. “Damn it, what’s going on?”I stormed out of the office, my mind spinning, panic clawing up my throat. “Faith—she’s in danger. Someone tricked her into going to La Vigna.”Jared’s face paled. &l
BLAZEI walked through the office halls, my shoes tapping against the polished marble floors. The buzz of employees surrounded me—keyboards clacking, hushed conversations, phones ringing.Everything was running as it should be. Efficient. Smooth. Controlled. Just the way I liked it.I nodded in acknowledgment as I passed by different departments, checking in on progress reports, offering a few words of encouragement where needed. It was a routine I had done countless times before, yet today, my mind was elsewhere.Faith.I had plans for tonight. Something simple, nothing extravagant—just something to make her happy. She had been through too much, and if I could bring he
FAITHI stood by the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring my tea as my mind replayed last night’s events. My chest felt warm, my heart fluttering, my lips still tingling from his kiss.Blaze.Just the thought of his name sent my pulse racing, my cheeks heating up. I closed my eyes, my fingers curling around the mug, the memory of his touch, his lips, his voice echoing in my mind. I could still feel his warmth, his strength, his presence…“Good morning!”I jolted, nearly spilling my tea as Kristen’s voice echoed through the kitchen. I looked up, my heart pounding, my face flushing as I met her curious gaze.