Chapter 38: A Surprise for GarrettThorne's POVMorning light filtered through the wide windows of Garrett's family villa in New York and spread a warm glow over the richly decorated room. It was eerily serene compared to the tension that had plagued me for days. I stood by the kitchen counter, my sleeves rolled up, chopping vegetables under the watchful eye of Garrett's mother. Her elegance was understated yet commanding, much like her son."You're holding the knife wrong, dear," she said softly, easing in to fix my grip."Ah, sorry," I mumbled under my breath, coloring slightly. The thing was, cooking wasn't really my thing, but for tonight, I wanted to be spotless-perfect. Tonight wasn't any meal; this was Garrett's birthday meal.She smiled warmly. “It’s fine. You’ll get the hang of it. Garrett always used to hold the knife wrong too. Once, he insisted he’d make breakfast for me when he was six, and he ended up nearly burning down the kitchen.”I chuckled, imagining a mischievous,
Chapter 39: Garrett's POVThe voices around me at the party faded into a constant hum of background noise, grating on my nerves. I held my phone in the palm of my hand, staring at the now blank screen; Thorne had already hung up. In my head, I could still hear the warmth of his tone-a stark juxtaposition to the inane conversations buzzing around me. People came forward to congratulate me or worm their way into my good books with empty pleasantry. None of it mattered.The party, the lavish arrangements Donovan had prepared, the endless chatter of influential figures—I wanted none of it. My only thought was to leave, to see Thorne.His knife-sharp eyes followed me until I set my glass down on the nearest table and beyond. Not a word fell from his lips, but the weight of his gaze could speak volumes. I strode by him, purpose in my stride. I was prepared for him to stop me, perhaps chide me for disrespecting an effort he went out of his way to create. Instead, he was mute, only watching m
Chapter 40: Thorne's POVThe silence in the room was deafening as Garrett stood frozen, his eyes glued to the woman before him. His face was unreadable-a mask of shock and vulnerability that had my chest constricting. He wasn't saying a word, but I did notice how his eyes didn't leave hers. It was as if he wanted to absorb every detail of her face, like he needed reassurance this wasn't some cruel joke.I did not know what to do, so I sat with him and allowed him to process. It wasn't until his mother, in her soft, quivering voice, called his name that brought a flash of recognition to his eyes. It wasn't instantaneous; as the minutes ticked by, I could see him start piecing things together.I also was quick with feelings of relief and my heart ached as he stepped forward and into the waiting arms finally. It had been a very telling moment for Garrett-it was a juncture that he needed, hoped for, and prayed would go at least this good.I stood to the side, silent, as his mother held hi
Chapter 41: The Return Of HappinessGarrett's POVThe sun had just started to rise as I stood at the airport terminal and watched my mother disappear into the security checkpoint. Neither of us had slept that night. We had spent hours catching up on all that we had missed over the years. It was a sad feeling, watching her leave this way, but I knew it had to be done. She couldn't stay long without drawing the Cullens' attention, and I couldn't risk her safety in my selfish desire to keep her near.The instant she was out of view, I wheeled around and was off towards the car. My head was such a jumble of feelings-gratitude and longing and exhaustion. My driver caught my eyes in the rearview mirror but said nothing. He must have seen the circles under my eyes, the weight of my shoulders.The villa was silent as I went back inside; the house was deathly still. Upstairs, to the bedroom I went, each step creaking out unusually loudly. Thorne lay across the bed, sleeping peacefully. His fac
Chapter 42: Gentle FlamesGarett’s PovThe soft light of the bedside lamp shone golden into the room and onto Thorne, who stood by the window. His shirt was loose on his lean frame, his hair tousled from his sleep. He was effortlessly beautiful, he usually was, but tonight, there was just something about him that cut a little deeper.I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze tracing every inch of him. There was no denying it: Thorne had become my haven, my source of joy, and my most significant vulnerability."Thorne," I whispered his name low.He finally turned toward me, his eyes locking on mine with this curious, tender expression. I moved closer to him, another step, until I could touch him. My hand reached out and gently cupped his cheek. He didn't pull away, just leaned into my touch and let the trust and the warmth of his wash away the walls I didn't even realize I was still nursing."You've given me so much more than I ever thought I deserved," I murmured, my thumb brushing agai
Chapter Forty-Three: In Search of AnswersThorne's POVThat confirmation of our relationship had brought a temporary sense of peace, the first glimmer of stability in my mind. Garrett's love felt like an anchor in the storm, but the gaping void of my past continued to torment me. I couldn't ignore it anymore. If I was to be his-to give myself to him fully-I needed to know who I was. Fully.But intertwined in that need to uncover my past was a bitter element: feeling guilty for keeping secrets from Garrett-for hiding my pursuit of answers from the man who'd been my one constant in this uncertain existence. Yet, as much as I loved him, with each passing day the questions just boomed louder in my mind.Garrett had been slackening the reins on me of late. Perhaps it was a sign that he trusted me, or perhaps he felt I needed to become autonomous; whatever the reason, I quietly set about finding. well, finding whatever I found.Contacting GavinGavin had once been a good, trustworthy friend
Chapter Forty - Four: A Dangerous FavorThorne's POV:The ring of the telephone had come too damn early in the morning, shrill as it sliced through my restless sleep. Rubbing my eyes to shake off the fogginess, remnants of a night plagued with nightmares, the sight of that unknown number flashing on the screen sucked a cold knot into my belly. I knew it wasn't good.Thorne ," I replied, trying to keep my voice from betraying the anxiety creeping up my spine.The voice on the other end was cold, impersonal, and unmistakably familiar; Donovan's subordinates."You want to prove yourself to the Cullen family, don't you?" the voice said, getting to the point without mincing words. "Donovan's been keeping a close eye on you. And if you want his approval-if you want him to support your relationship with Garrett-then you'll need to show your loyalty.My heart skipped a beat. This wasn't an offer; it was a condition. One I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I despised being manipulated by Don
Chapter Forty-Five: A Dangerous RescueGarrett's POV:I was pacing across the villa as my heart raced and the panic started to rise in me with every second that ticked away. It had felt like hours since I started searching for Thorne, and yet he was nowhere to be seen. The place was empty without him-a piece of me had gone, it felt like-and the sense of unease that gnawed in my guts was growing by the second. Where the hell was he?It wasn't until I saw the slight disturbance near the back door that it hit me: he had left the villa. I felt my heart dip, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. He was out there, all by himself. Without explanation, without a note. He hadn't told me where he would go. I called, but he went straight to voicemail.Panic clawed at me, but I pushed it down. Thorne was resourceful; he could take care of himself. Still, my instincts screamed at me to find him-fast.I tracked him quickly, my mind already working out where he might have gone. I knew Thorne well eno
Chapter Title: Shadows WithinDamian’s POVThe room was silent except for the staccato beat of my fingers tapping on the rim of my desk. Outside, the city stretched into the darkness, its lights shimmering like stars stuck in the ground. But I couldn't spare time to enjoy the sight.Carlos was dead. One of our issues had been taken care of. But Bianca? She was still out there. And she had known our every move before we made it. That could be only one thing—someone within my own command had been giving her information.My men were loyal. At least, they were supposed to be. They had all fought, bled, and nearly died on my command. They had suffered betrayals, ambushes, and the struggle for power with me. So, who was the traitor?I scanned the reports covering my desk—transaction records, intercepted communications from Bianca's organization, irregularities in recent orders. The puzzle wasn't coming together yet, but I was close.A knock on the door made me lift my head. "Come in."Loren
Chapter 88: Garrett's DesperationGarrett's POVThorne's words lingered in my mind, over and over again, like a horrible joke I couldn't shake off."I can’t fall in love with a person who deceived him like this. Why do you think I won't fall in love with Gavin anymore?"I had thought that nothing else could ever pain me more than the day he left, but this—this was worse.I. My head yelled at me to leave, to stop torturing myself, but my body refused. My eyes locked onto them—on Thorne and Gavin, sitting side by side at their table, laughing, talking, smiling.That smile.It wasn't tense.It wasn't false.He looked. happy.And that understanding sent a searing, anguished pain through my chest.I had seen Thorne smile before, but never like this. Not at me.My hands trembled as I grasped my glass, clenching it so tightly I was afraid it would shatter."He's only doing this to drive me away," I told myself. "He's trying to make me quit."But was he?The more I watched, the more I was co
Chapter 87: Severing BondsThorne's POVI knew Garrett was still watching me.Even though I had warned him to stay away, I could feel it. His presence lingered like a shadow Garrett wasn't the type to back down easily.And if he was still watching me, that meant he still had hope.I needed to crush that hope once and for all.So I did the only thing I could think of. I asked Gavin out.It wasn't serious. I knew that. I wasn't doing it because I was interested in him romantically. I was doing it to end things with Garrett once and for all. If he saw me with Gavin—if he thought I had really moved on—maybe he would finally leave me alone.That was the only reason.At least, that's what I kept repeating to myself.Dinner with GavinWe met at a quaint little restaurant in the city. It was not upscale, but the low lights and soft music gave it a private feel. Safe.Gavin arrived exactly on time, looking casual and upbeat. He wore a fitted white shirt with the top button undone, his sleeves
Chapter 86: The Past Won't Let GoThorne's POVThe moment I walked into the FBI office that morning, I knew that it was going to be a long day.I had set myself to work, making use of all I had discovered about the Cullens, in starting the amassing of evidence against them. I had learned too much—too many secrets kept beneath the rug. And now I was going to put everything into practice and destroy them.Each document, each encoded email, each loose thread—I was going to tug at them until the whole empire tumbled.But I knew one thing for sure.Garrett would never allow that to happen without a struggle.I pushed the vision of him from my head and back to my screen. Hours flew by in a blur of documents and numbers, and before I could even consider it, the sun had dipped below the horizon.By the time I started to pack up my belongings, exhaustion weighed heavily in my limbs.As I walked out into the building, a voice called out behind me."Thorne, I'll take you home."I was confronted
Chapter 85: The One I LostGarrett's POVI sat in the darkness, the city lights casting faint glows against the windows. My whiskey glass was half-full on the table, the ice having dissolved long ago. I wasn't drinking it for the taste anymore—I just needed something to fill my hands, something to distract me from completely losing it.But it wasn't working.My screen glowed in the dark, the only light coming from the city outside my window. I stared at the photos on my screen, swiping through them one by one.They were all of him.Thorne.Every move, every glance, every damn thing he did—I had it on camera in these photos, being sent to me by the men I had posted around him. It was pathetic, but I couldn't resist.The first photo caught him entering the FBI building, dressed in working attire. He was the same but different all of a sudden. Stronger. Focused. Like he'd finally left the past behind him.Unlike me.The second photograph was of him at the gym, his body tense as he sparr
Chapter 84: Thorne's ReturnThorne's POVReturning to the FBI was going back to a world I had known all my life, yet now it was somewhat different. The same crowded hallways, the same constant hum of voices, and the same rigid schedule of daily tasks were all the same. But after everything that had occurred to me, I simply did not feel like the same man who had once walked these halls with assurance.I hadn't been assigned any cases yet. My bosses wished for me to have time to get settled, to acclimate to the environment again. I didn't object—I wasn't sure I was prepared to jump into anything heavy right away. So I spent my time reading case files, re-familiarizing myself with procedure, and doing physical training. The days were long, but they restored a feeling of purpose to me.At the end of the day, exhaustion set in, but it wasn't unwanted. It was a feeling of accomplishment. While I was preparing to depart, a group of my fellow agents inexplicably gathered around me, their eyes
Chapter 83: A Sense Of FreedomThorne's POVI healed faster than expected. Maybe it was because I had survived worse before. Maybe it was because I did not let myself be weak for too long. Whatever the reason, within weeks, I was healthy enough to be released from the hospital.So, the release form was signed and I was gone.On the morning of my release, a nurse came into my room with a large bouquet of lily of the valley flowers in her arms."There's no name on the card," she said, setting them down on the bedside table. "But whoever sent them clearly loves you very much."I didn't need to know a name. I knew already.Garrett.I glared at the tiny white flowers, my jaw tight. Lily of the valley. But to me, it represented one thing and one thing only—Garrett's way of reminding me that he was still present. That he still had control over me, even now.I grabbed the bouquet and tossed it into the trash can without hesitation. I did not want anything from him. Not his flowers. Not his at
Chapter 82: Thorne’s PovI woke up to the presence of Gavin sitting beside my hospital bed. His usually calm and composed face was furrowed with worry. The moment he noticed my eyes open, he leaned in, his voice in a hushed urgency."How do you feel?"I blinked repeatedly, acclimating to the bright hospital lighting. I ached everywhere, but nothing was unbearable. "I'm okay," I answered, my voice scratchy from disuse.Gavin released a breath, then hesitated before speaking. "Thorne, I should tell you something." His tone had changed, becoming grave. "We found a micro tracker on you. It's been removed now."At first, his words didn't surprise me. I had always known that Garrett had a tracker on me—I had long suspected it. He was too controlling, too obsessed. But as Gavin continued, my breath caught in my throat."It was implanted in your body," he said, watching me closely.I braced myself.Implanted?I had expected something like a hidden GPS in my belongings, or maybe even some dev
Chapter 81: Love and RegretGarrett’s POVI stood frozen in place, my body tense as Gavin stepped forward and shoved me aside. I barely stumbled, but I didn’t resist. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and my heart pounded against my ribs, but I remained silent.Gavin positioned himself protectively in front of Thorne’s bed, blocking my view of the man I had fought so hard to find. His expression was a mix of anger and disdain as he looked at me, and when he finally spoke, his voice was filled with cold certainty.“You don’t know how to love, Garrett. You don’t understand what it means to love someone.” His words struck like a blade to my chest. “You were never worthy of Thorne. To him, you’re nothing but an enemy. If it weren’t for you, his life wouldn’t have turned out like this.”I stiffened. “That’s not true,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I love him. And he loves me.”But even as I said the words, my conviction wavered. Gavin’s expression didn’t change. H