BERNICE I never saw him coming. One second, I was locked in a heated argument with Anya, and the next, Hunter’s shadow loomed over us. My heart dropped. His face was a storm of rage, his jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it might crack. “Anya!” His voice boomed like thunder. “Are you okay?” He dropped to one knee beside her, his hands carefully lifting her from the floor as though she were made of glass. Anya flinched but managed a weak nod. “It’s nothing, Hunter. Just a misunderstanding. Bernice and I were....” “A misunderstanding?” He cut her off, his voice dripping with disbelief. Slowly, he turned to face me. I took a step back, instinctively clutching my hands together. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with fury. “Hunter....” I barely got the word out before he lunged at me, his hand wrapping around my neck. “Misunderstanding?” he growled, dragging me backward. “You put your hands on my wife? Do you think you can touch her and walk away?” I clawed at
ANYA I stood frozen in the silence that followed. The gate had barely closed behind Bernice when Hunter turned to me. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. His eyes burned with fury as he crossed the space between us in just a few strides. Before I could even speak, he grabbed me by the arm. “What were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice low but deadly. I flinched. “Hunter, I.....” “Don’t,” he growled, cutting me off. “You knelt before me, begging for her? After everything I did for you? After I let her stay here for your sake? What was the point of any of it, Anya?” “She’s my friend,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “Your friend?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “That wasn’t friendship, Anya. That was betrayal. She slapped you, and you stood there. You didn’t fight back. You begged me to stop. Do you have any idea how weak you looked?” I tried to pull my arm free, but his grip only tightened. “She’s not an enemy, Hunter. It was a misunderstanding....."
ANYA I sat in the living room, staring blankly at the wall, and my mind went back to Evans. The things I had said to him, the promises we had made, the secrets we shared....it all felt so distant now, like a dream slowly turning into a nightmare. My phone buzzed, jolting me out of my thoughts. Evans. His name flashed on the screen, and my heart clenched. I couldn’t face him. Not now. I let it ring, watching the screen until it went dark again. The plans we had made together felt like chains around my neck. With every passing second, they tightened, suffocating me. I stood abruptly, needing to do something....anything....to clear my head. I found myself walking toward Hunter’s room. My steps were slow, my thoughts louder than ever. The hidden cameras. Every single one I had placed there according to mine and Evan's plans. They had to go. Once inside, I started searching carefully. I knew every hiding spot, every angle I had chosen. One by one, I retrieved the cameras, yankin
ANYA The night was alive with music and chatter, but all my focus was on Hunter. As I sat on his lap, I moved to the beat of the music with deliberate purpose, swaying my hips sensually. His eyes were locked on mine, and for a moment, there was just silence between us before the faintest smile tugged at his lips. “You’re putting in so much effort,” he said, his voice almost inaudible over the loud music. “And is it working?” I whispered, leaning close. He hesitated, but his hands rested lightly on my waist. “You’re trouble, you know that?” “Maybe,” I said with a playful shrug, “but you seemed to be in need of a little trouble, tonight.” I let the rhythm guide me, letting my movements speak for themselves. Slowly, the lines on his face softened. He didn’t just smile...he laughed, his striking features making my heart flutter. By the time the tension in his shoulders melted away, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, shaking his head.
HUNTER I walked into my office, and saw her, just as I'd expected. Anya was standing with her back to me, searching my office desperately. She froze the moment she heard my voice. "Are these yours?" I asked, holding up the small cameras in my hand. Her head snapped up, her wide eyes locking with mine. The color drained from her face, and she looked as if the ground might swallow her whole. She didn’t answer immediately, and I felt a knot in my chest. I hoped this would make her come clean before me and bridge the gap between us. "I can explain," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded, keeping my expression calm. "I know," I said softly. "That’s why I’m asking. Why don’t you sit down and explain it to me?" I moved past her, placing the cameras on my desk before settling into my chair. I gestured to the chair across from me, but she didn’t move. Her hands clutched the edge of the desk like it was the only thing keeping her upright. I waited, giving her time to
HUNTER Anya's confession left me raw, exposed, and burning all at once. She stood there, her love for me laid bare in the way her eyes clung to mine, the way her voice had shaken when she said, 'I want to be yours, completely.' The words were still echoing in my chest when I stood up and closed the space between us. I didn’t speak...I couldn’t. My hands found her waist, pulling her close, and I kissed her like I needed her to breathe. Her lips were warm and soft, parting against mine as a quiet gasp escaped her. Her fingers clutched at my shoulders, and I felt the desperation in her touch, the way she melted into me like she was surrendering everything. I kissed her harder, deeper, needing to taste every inch of her love. When I pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her breathing shallow. She looked up at me with so much vulnerability it made my chest ache. “Hunter,” she whispered, her voice soft. I didn’t answer. Instead, I bent down, scooping her up into
CROSS I sat in the living room of the apartment I shared with my sister, the weight of the revolver familiar in my hand. I spun it lazily, the cold metal catching the dim light. My mind wasn’t on the gun, though...it was on the chaos I was about to set into motion. Across from me, Bernice sat in her usual spot, her sharp eyes fixed on me. She had that curious look on her face, like she was waiting for me to give her the next piece of the puzzle. “So,” she said finally, breaking the silence. “What do you plan on doing?” I smirked, the corner of my mouth curling just enough to make her lean in slightly, eager for an answer. “I’ve thought about it,” I said, my voice calm, almost casual. “For our plans to work, someone has to die.” Her interest was piqued instantly. “Who will it be?” she asked, her voice steady but with a hint of excitement. “Tell me.” I took my time, letting the suspense build. “Not Anya,” I said, watching her expression shift slightly. “Not yet. Don’t get ahead
CROSS Evans' hands trembling as I held his phone out to him. The barrel of my revolver pointed directly at his chest, a silent reminder of the consequences of defiance. “Unlock it,” I ordered, my voice cold and steady. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between me and the gun. “Now,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. His fingers fumbled as he obeyed, unlocking his phone with a shaky swipe. I leaned over him, scrolling through his contacts until I found the number I needed. Pressing it, I handed the phone back to him. “You’re going to make this call,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to say exactly what I tell you to say. Nothing more, nothing less.” Evans swallowed hard, nodding quickly. His voice trembled as the line connected. “Hello? Hey, it’s me,” he said, following my instructions as he read from the paper I had given him. “I… I need you to take your phone to Anya. She's currently at the library. Please, it’s important. I n
THREE MONTHS AGO Maya Suarez sat cross-legged on the carpet, helping her 12-year-old sister, Star, with her homework. Laughter bubbled between them as they joked over math problems in Star’s brightly colored room. For a brief moment, everything felt normal and safe. Then came a knock on the door. “Maya,” her stepmother’s shrill voice called. “Come out here. Now.” Maya stood up, exchanged a glance with Star, and stepped outside. Her heart sank the moment she saw him. Standing beside her stepmother was a man nearly twice her age—big-bellied, sweat-stained, and grinning beneath a thick mess of unkempt gray beard. His eyes were beady, too close together, and he looked her up and down with undisguised hunger. “What is this?” Maya asked flatly. “Cat?” Cat, her stepmother, beamed. “Maya, you remember I told you about the handsome man you’re going to marry? This is Angel. He came to see his bride. We’re going to start planning the wedding.” Maya recoiled. “What marriage? Liste
After Ruby accepted Hector’s proposal, he stood up, taking her with him, and crashed his lips against hers, pouring every ounce of love, pride, and joy into that kiss. Around them, the room erupted in claps and cheers. Carlos whistled, Hunter grinned and clapped with both hands, while even Manuel gave a crooked smile and joined in. And to Ruby’s surprise, Anya clapped the loudest. The moment Hector pulled back from the kiss, Anya squealed in delight and rushed toward Ruby. “I’m so excited! Welcome to the family!” she said, throwing her arms around Ruby. Ruby blinked, caught off guard. She’d seen Anya earlier, tucked slightly behind Hunter, but now seeing her up close, she was stunned by how young she looked. She smiled as she gently pulled back and glanced at the ring on Anya’s finger. “Wait… you’re married?” Ruby asked with a surprised laugh. “But you look so young!” Anya giggled. “I am! Nineteen years old and married to Hunter Steele.” She said it with pride, like a girl
Ruby couldn’t stop smiling as she held Hector’s hand, their fingers intertwined like they’d been molded that way from the start. The past one month had felt like a fairytale—a soothing balm to every scar life had left on her. She had never known peace could feel like this. Being with Hector was like waking up to sunlight after years of cold storms. He treated her like the most precious gem in the world, never raising his voice, never letting her lift a finger when he was around. He always knew exactly what she needed—even before she said it. He was soft with her in ways no one else had ever been. The man the world feared—the cold, ruthless mafia boss known for his brutality—became someone entirely different when he was with her. He was gentle, warm and patient. Even Camilla, who had once pointed a gun at Hector’s head, eventually had to admit that Hector brought out the best in Ruby—and perhaps, Ruby brought out the best in him too. Her father had adjusted well to the ne
Ruby clung to Hector’s chest, holding him tightly as sleep slowly overtook her. With her arms wrapped around him and his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the morning sun had already begun streaming through the curtains. She blinked a few times and reached across the bed—only to find it empty. She sat up immediately, heart racing. “Hector?” she called out, glancing around the room. “Hector?” Her voice wavered. Was it all a dream? Her hand flew to her lips—the place he had kissed her the night before. The warmth of his touch, the passion, the softness of his voice... it had all felt so real. Her eyes welled up with tears. “No,” she whispered, “It felt too real to be a dream.” Just then, the bathroom door opened. Hector stepped out with a towel slung around his waist, his hair damp and messy from a shower, water glistening across his chest. His skin was golden under the light, his sharp jawline
When Camila arrived home, the last thing she expected to see was Antonio leaning casually against her front door, arms crossed and a soft smile playing on his lips. For a moment, her heart softened at the sight of him—tall, and familiar. She walked up to him with a smile of her own and pulled him into a warm, slow kiss. He leaned into it, surprised but pleased. When they parted, he raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he said. "What was that for? You’re unusually sweet today. Should I be worried?" Camila chuckled as she fished out her keys. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe I’m just catching some of Ruby’s happiness. It’s contagious, I guess.” Antonio followed her inside, closing the door behind them. “Hmm. Ruby… happy,” he repeated with a dry laugh. “That’s good. Really good. But sometimes I wonder if you two came out of the same womb, with how strongly you feel about her.” Camila snorted as she dropped her bag by the couch. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said, walking into the kitche
Seeing Camila standing there with a gun pointed straight at Hector, Ruby instinctively stepped in front of him. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp and protective. Without hesitation, she moved forward and snatched the gun from Camila, tossing it across the room. Camila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I should be the one asking you that! Why is this monster in your room?” Hector smirked from behind Ruby. “Camila,” he said calmly, “you know, I never got the chance to say I admire your loyalty. It’s… impressive.” Camila glared at him, then turned to Ruby. “What the hell is going on here? Are you seriously sitting with a ghost?” Hector, unbothered, sat down and crossed his legs, silently watching the drama unfold. Ruby took a breath. “I’ll explain everything. Hector survived, Camila. He’s been alive… and he’s been protecting me. He’s not here to hurt me. He saved me.” “I still don’t get it.” “The bottom line is…” Ruby hesitated, then looked straight at Camila.
After the passion was spent, Hector pulled away and slowly reached for his clothes. The heat between them had cooled, leaving behind an echo of everything they’d shared—everything they’d lost and what still lingered in the air like a ghost. Without a word, he began to dress, his movements quiet, detached, as though what had just happened didn’t exist or had never meant anything. Ruby lay there for a moment, watching him. Her heart pounded against her chest—not from desire anymore, but fear. Fear that this would be the last time she'd see him. Fear that this was goodbye. She quickly got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her as she rushed to him, throwing her arms around his torso from behind, pressing her face against his bare back. “Please, Hector,” she whispered, her voice already breaking. “Please… don’t go.” Hector froze. He didn’t move and said nothing. She clutched him tighter, her arms trembling. “Don’t walk away from me. Not like this.” He gently pried her hands
The house was quiet. The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace but stirred everything he was trying to bury. Hector stood by the window of his study, arms folded tightly across his chest, staring out into the vast backyard that once reminded him of freedom. Now, it only reminded him of Ruby. A knock came on the door. “Come in,” Hector said, his voice flat. The door creaked open, and one of his trusted men stepped inside. He looked hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should speak. “Well?” “She came, boss,” the underling said quietly. “Ruby.” Hector didn’t flinch, but inside, something shifted. “She said… she needs to see you. Just once. She said it’s important. That if she sees you one more time, she’ll never bother you again.” He turned away from the window and sat on the edge of his desk, one hand rubbing his jaw. “Did she say what it was about?” “No. Only that it was important. She seemed sincere. Sad.” Of course she did."I told her you were dead, just as yo
Hector gently pried Ruby’s trembling hands away from his body, even though every cell in him ached to do the opposite—to turn around, pull her into his arms, and hold her close like he used to. But he didn’t. His voice was clipped, and unreadable. “I need to get rid of these bodies,” he said flatly, without looking at her. The moment she heard his voice, Ruby gasped sharply. It was like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Her knees weakened, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. It was him. It was really Hector. Alive. Breathing. Standing just inches from her. And yet… he wouldn’t even look at her. While her thoughts spun out of control—memories, regrets, guilt crashing all at once—Hector raised his phone to his ear and gave a cold order. “Come in. Bring two body bags with you.” Ruby remained frozen where she stood, staring at the blood pooling near her feet and the lifeless bodies of Eduardo and Selena. But none of it moved her. The shock that Hector was still al