Chapter 18Garrett's POVThorne's first day of work started in a way I really hadn't anticipated. For the first time since I'd taken over as boss, I made it to the office on time. I wasn't running in late or making up some excuse for why I couldn't be there. Instead, I found myself actually looking forward to the day, and I knew exactly why.Thorne had set up a desk for himself on the left-hand side of my office, a position where I couldn't help but see him without trying. He was already seated as I entered, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. He was plainly keen-sorting through files, typing furiously, and then from time to time, making jottings in a notebook with that eager doggedness that brought me up short.I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, observing him. His sleeves were rolled up; his brow was slightly furrowed as he focused, and every now and then, he'd smile faintly, as if pleased with himself for figuring something out. He looked… good. Too good, if I was being
Chapter 19: Confusion Thorne's POVA few days into working with Garrett, the façade began to crack. No matter how prepared I had gotten, all the reading, and meticulous notes taken, my gut still told me this wasn't for me. The tasks piled up higher than I could manage to handle, and no matter how hard I tried, it would feel like I was actually faking my way around being Garrett's assistant.I couldn't believe in myself: had I really been an assistant before losing my memories? A part of me knew better. While some things, like note-taking or processing schedules, felt instinctively easy, other tasks-very sensitive ones, at that, like maintaining negotiations or processing financial transactions-puzzled me completely. And this disquiet in the chest grew heavier with each passing day.In the late night, being all alone in the office, I sat looking at Garrett's desk, where usually Garrett worked, neatly kept with files and reports. It frustrated me because I hammered one hand on the desk
Chapter 20: The Other SideThorne's POVThe metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of alcohol filled the dimly lit room. I stood beside Garrett, trying to suppress the unease clawing at my chest. My eyes shifted to the man suspended from a rusted chain in the center of the room, his face pale and streaked with sweat. His shallow breaths betrayed his growing panic, though he tried to appear defiant.This wasn't the Garrett who had smiled at me just that morning, teasing me over my clumsy attempts at office work. This was a man cold, calculated, and terrifyingly efficient."How did the transaction go through today?" Garrett asked calmly, an edge in his voice shivering me to the bones."Everything went fine, Mr. Cullen, no problem," the man replied with stammering voice trembling.Garrett cocked his head to one side, as if weighing the answer, but his eyes gave nothing away. Silent, he jerked his hand at his men. They moved forward, hauling the man higher on the chain, his screams re
Chapter 21: Thorne's POVThe deafening sound of the gunshot reverberated in my skull, a shockwave running across my body. I just kept staring at the body that was lying on the floor-the lifeless body of the man Garrett had just executed. I should be used to this by now. I should understand it and accept it. But there was something about the act of watching that cold and efficient death-it broke something inside of me. A shudder ran down my spine, and all at once, my body felt too heavy to carry.I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened up in pain, and the walls around me seemed to close in, pressing against my lungs, suffocating me. The smell of blood mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol filled the room, yet it did little to dissipate the fog in my mind. My hands shook, my fingers tingling with an insistent need to do something, anything, to staunch this suffocating panic. My vision blurred, and everything around me was out of focus. The figures of Garrett's men moved in and out of a f
Chapter 22: Garrett's POVI heard the clang of the knife as I caught Thorne's collapsing body in my arms. The blade slipped from his grasp, the metallic sound chilling, but it was nothing compared to the sight of blood spilling from the deep gash he'd carved into his own arm. Warm and wet, it coated my hands as I clutched him tightly, as though sheer will alone could undo the damage.His face was pale, slack, his breathing faint—but there. Barely.I laid him on the cold floor, and my heart thundered in my chest with a violence that I had not experienced in years. I couldn't turn the scene off inside my brain: the madness in his eyes, the flash of recognition when he saw me—and then the knife, plunged into his own flesh. That resolve, that desperation. What had he been thinking? Was it an act of defiance, his final way of breaking free from whatever chaos had him in its grip?Or had he done it for me?The thought hit me like a blow to the solar plexus, stopping me dead in my tracks. No
Chapter 23: Thorne's POVThe first thing I became aware of was the faint sound of waves crashing and salted air as sea breeze wafted into a bedroom through an open window. Blinding, I fought off bright light that filtered through in from somewhere. The bed creaked with it, accommodating my shifting position underneath; so unlike normal, comfortable-smelling sheets felt silky on my skin. Thumbing in, I sat up really gingerly-my racing heartbeat was thudding strongly enough for me to hear, for sure.My gaze darted around the room. The walls were painted a soothing cream, and the decor was understated but elegant. The windows were wide, offering a breathtaking view of the ocean in the distance. But none of it was familiar.The last thing I remembered was Garrett—his face tight with concern, his voice calling my name as I lost consciousness. And before that, the chaos I'd created in the basement, the knife in my hand and the…I flexed my fists and shook off the memory.A soft knock at the
Chapter 24: Garrett's POVLate into the night, the waves lapping softly against the shore serenaded the villa, but even this usually soothed me not. My gaze had been on a figure next to me, Thorne, whose pallor belied even sleep. His brows furrowed, and his breathing came out uneven. He stirred and murmured something unintelligibly, his fingers convulsing against the sheets.Another nightmare.It had been the same every night this past week. Thorne's injuries had healed, but his mind seemed in turmoil, something unseen gnawing on it. Every night, he woke in cold sweats, his wide eyes darting across the room, as if searching for threats that were not there.And each time, I was left helplessly standing by.I'd tried everything: reading to him, staying up with him when he woke, and even bringing in relaxing oils to calm the atmosphere of the villa. None of it seemed to work. The nightmares still came, and I could literally feel the tension in him accrue day by day.What really unnerved
Chapter 25: Thorne's POVBut in this quiet villa, there was something that almost salvaged my soul, far from nightmares and chaos. My insomnia, which once got me pacing through long nights, had faded, as had the relentless anxiety that seemed to dog my steps. I could breathe once more, think with clarity, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was able to rest fearlessly.Yet, there was a hollowness in everything. My memories still sat tight, out of reach. I knew they held answers—truths about who I was, what I had done, and why I was here—but for now, I didn't push. This peace, so rare, was too precious to shatter with more questions.Still, the days stretched long and empty. Garrett was gone much of the time, wrapped up in the dark dealings of his world, a world I had no desire to return to. The violence, the manipulation-it repelled me now. I couldn't square it with the man who came into focus during those quieter moments-the one bringing tea and not straying when
Chapter 11”: The TrapLena’s POVThe silence in the room was suffocating. I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at Damian. His face was stone-cold, but his eyes burned with barely contained fury. Logan had just delivered the news—Bianca had taken someone.Someone close to me.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My fingers curled into fists as I struggled to process it.“Who?” My voice came out hoarse.Logan hesitated, glancing at Damian before answering. “Mia.”A sharp pain shot through my chest. Mia. The only person who had ever been like a sister to me. The girl who had stayed by my side when no one else did. The thought of her in Bianca’s hands made my stomach churn.I took a shaky breath and turned to Damian. “We have to go. Now.”He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was tight, his muscles tense as if he were barely restraining himself.“It’s not that simple,” he finally said.My eyes flashed with anger. “What do you mean? She has Mia! Are you seriously tell
Chapter One hundred and Nine : We DoThorne's POVThe hospital smelled of antiseptic and medication, something I'd gotten way too accustomed to in the last few days. But today didn't count. Today was special.Because today, I was taking Garrett home.I gripped the pen firmly in my hand as I signed the discharge papers. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from something deeper—something that had been building inside of me since Garrett woke up.Relief.Sense of finality.New beginning.The nurse checked the papers from me, looking up with a warm smile. "All set. He can go home."I nodded, barely able to get the words out.I turned to confront the room, my heart pounding as I yanked open the door. Garrett sat on the edge of the bed, dressed already, his dark eyes fixed on me uncertainly."Sure you're ready to do this?" he asked, still a little raspy.I laughed a half-breathless laugh. "I signed the stupid documents, didn't I?"Garrett smiled. "Guess I shouldn't complain about
Chapter One hundred and eight : Hope Thorne's POVThe hospital room was quiet save for the constant beeping of the heart monitor. The dim light from the window gave a soft illumination to the bed, on Garrett's face—the face I had glared at for hours on end, full of anger, frustration, confusion. But now, I wasn't glaring at him with any of those emotions.Now, I was only full of hope.I had been sitting there for hours, my hands resting on the railing of the bed, my fingers occasionally brushing against his. He was warm, he was breathing, but he hadn't moved.Not yet.I breathed a shuddering breath and swept the hair out of my face, my muscles cramped from being in the same position for so long. I hadn't moved. Not even when the nurses told me I had to rest. Not even when my own exhaustion screamed at me to shut my eyes.Because what if I died, and he came around when I was gone?No. I wasn't going anywhere.My gaze wandered to his face—his hard face relaxed by sleep, his dark lashes
Chapter 107 : Desperate For A Chance Thorne's POVThe corridor of the hospital felt chillier than usual. Or maybe it was me—my body heavy, my heart heavier.Gavin stood before me with his face expressionless. There was no anger, no disappointment, just a calm resignation, as if he had already heard my response even before he asked me the question.I should have talked—talked to soften the rejection, to dissipate the tension. I had nothing.Gavin released a gentle breath, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I see," he said. "You don't have to tell me any more."I opened my mouth, hesitated, then closed it.But just as he turned to leave, he hesitated. His fist curled loosely at his side before he spoke once more finally."There's something you should know, though."His tone was level, but there was something in his eyes—a glint of something black, something that twisted my stomach into a knot of anticipation."Which?" I hedged.Gavin's eyes met mine. "The night I saved you… Garrett called
Chapter 106: By His SideThorne's POVI didn't leave Garrett alone. Ever.The hospital room was cold, too white, too clean. The machines beeped softly in the quiet, a reminder he was still here, still breathing. But he wasn't awake. He hadn't moved since the operation, and that terrified me more than anything.I sat beside his bed, watching. His face was pale, lips dry. Bandages on his chest protruded from the hospital gown, harsh reminder that the bullet meant for me found home in him.I grasped his hand, hesitating before encircling it with my own. Cold to the touch, his skin seemed, and yet there was a warmth beneath, a testament that he clung on.You'd better wake up soon," I growled, my throat rough. "You can't just leave me like this."I pinned his hand down firmly, but he didn't react.The guilt was crushing.I had spent so much time hating him, blaming him, repelling him. And now that I should have protected myself, Garrett had stepped in front of that bullet.It ought to have
Chapter One hundred and five : Thorne's POVThe prison gates slam shut behind me with a ringing crash, the sound echoing in my head as a final warning. I shuffle down the dimly lit corridor, my steps leaden, my mind reeling. Donovan's words still replay in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last."It was me. My intentional goading. I made sure you remembered."I flexed my fingers as I stepped outside, the crisp night air slapping my face. I set my teeth and breathed in deeply, but it did not help. Nothing would.I had despised Garrett for so long. I blamed him for everything—for my stolen past, for my confusion, for my suffering. But now? Now I realized the truth. Garrett had never actually been my enemy. He had been there, on the periphery of the Cullen family's crimes, but he was not like Donovan. He was not a monster.And yet, I had treated him as if he were.Guilt weighed on me like a leaden collar around my neck as I went to my car. My hands shook as I opened the door and
Chapter 104: Secret RevealedThorne's POVThe prison was cold. Not just from the thick concrete walls or the lack of sunlight coming in through the small, barred windows, but from what this place represented. It was where the damned resided, where the people who had crossed a boundary they could never return from. And now, Donovan was there.I trudged down the lengthy corridor, my boots clanging off the stone floor. Stagnant air, perspiration, and rusting metal greeted me as I passed cell after cell of inmates, ignoring the prisoners who yelled or slammed against their doors. I wasn't there for them. I was there for him.I halted when I reached his cell.Donovan sat on the metal bench, his hands resting casually on his lap. The moment he saw me, a smirk curled at his lips. He didn’t look like a man who had lost everything. If anything, he looked amused—like he had been expecting me.“Agent Thorne,” he greeted, his voice smooth, relaxed. “I was wondering when you’d come.”I didn't sit.
Chapter 103: Plan To ResignThorne's POVBlood. Too much blood.It oozed on my hands, saturated the fabric of my clothing, and ran on the unforgiving earth below me. I pressed tightly against Garrett's wound, but the blood streamed on through my fingers, searing and uninterrupted. My respiration was small, gaspy.This couldn't be happening. It was happening."Get him into the car! Now!" Donovan shouted above the bedlam, stern and urgent.His usual cockiness was gone. His face was pale and his eyes wide with something I never would have thought I would ever witness: fear. Donovan, never before, looked lost, like he had no control over anything. That alone made my stomach twist. If Donovan was scared, things were more terrible than I could have ever thought.The guys rushed, scooping Garrett's slumped body into the back seat of the black SUV. I climbed in behind them, holding on tight. My hands were wrapped around his wound, holding as much pressure as I could. His breathing was sporadi
Chapter 102: Feelings Thorne's POVGarrett dropped in front of me, his form crashing onto the ground with a nauseating crunch. Time slowed down as I stood there rigid, observing the crimson pool of blood spreading on the ground, the dark red staining the pavement like a jesting reminder of all that had transpired to lead to this. My lungs froze as I breathed in, my body unable to move.I had waited years for this—to finally kill Garrett and to bring an end to the Cullen family.But now, standing over him, watching his blood seep into the ground, I felt no victory. No victory at all.Only a burning, intolerable pain.Garrett's breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling in slow, irregular motion. His lips trembled as he tried to talk, and I found myself leaning forward, straining to hear what he would say."I'm sorry…"His voice was barely audible, little more than a whisper.I bristled.His eyes, cold and sharp as ever, were unfocused, filled with something indistinguishable.