HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a storm of emotions crashed over me. My fists clenched, I felt a knot in my chest, and without thinking, I drove my fist into the wall. The sharp sting in my knuckles did nothing to ease the pain in my heart. I had never felt so betrayed. If it had been anyone else who had dragged me to the police, accused me of attempted murder, treated me like some monster, I would have made them regret it. But this was Anya. The girl I loved more than my own life. The only person I had ever let my guard down for. And she had walked away, believing the worst of me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my jaw tightening. Fine. If she wanted to leave, let her. If she wanted to believe I tried to kill Evans, let her. I wasn’t going to explain myself anymore. I wasn’t going to chase after her like some lovesick fool. I grabbed my keys, stormed out of the house, and got into my car. I needed a drink...something to numb the anger, the pain, the gaping wound she had j
HUNTER I watched Bernice with cold amusement. She stood there, naked and defiant, like she still had some kind of power over me. "Bernice," I said, my voice dangerously low, "do you really think you're too smart? Get out of my room right now, or you'll regret what I'm about to do." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere." I felt my jaw tighten. "What's wrong with you, Hunter?" she demanded, closing the distance between us. "Why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away when Anya..." She spat Anya's name like it was poison. "Anya doesn't even deserve you!" I said nothing, but my anger had risen to the surfece "She doesn't love you, Hunter!" Bernice continued, her voice rising. "She's trying to destroy you! She's playing you for a fool, and you're too blind to see it! I know she's cheating on you. Behind your back. With someone else!" A sharp pain shot through my chest, but I pushed it down. Bernice smirked, thinking she had struck
ANYA I walked out of Hunter’s house, my bag slung over my shoulder, tears streaming down my face. My heart ached, my legs felt weak, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I just kept walking, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. I had made my choice. And now, I was alone. I reached the street and pulled out my phone with shaky hands, dialing Evans’ mom. She picked up after a few rings, her voice weary and hesitant. “Auntie, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Tell me where Evans is. I just need to see him.” There was a long pause before she sighed. “Anya… I know you care about my son, but I can’t tell you.” Her words hit me like a punch. “Why?” My voice cracked. “I’m his best friend. I need to see him.” “I understand that,” she said gently, “but the person who tried to kill my son is close to you. I can’t take that risk.” I shook my head violently, gripping my phone like it was the only thing keeping me standing. “That’s not true! Hunter Steel
ANYA I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me, steam still clinging to my skin. But the moment my eyes landed on the figure standing in my room, my heart nearly stopped. Hunter. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. For a second, fear paralyzed me. Then rage took over. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out!" I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stood there, his silence worse than any words he could have said. I didn’t know how he got in, didn’t know how long he had been standing there watching me. I needed to get dressed. Fast. Without another word, I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the bathroom, my hands trembling as I threw on whatever I could find. My heart pounded in my chest. What was he doing here? How did he even get in? I had barely gotten any sleep last night and he was the last person I expected to see this morning. By the time I stepped out, my pulse was st
HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a dark, uncontrollable rage surged through me. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, and before I could stop myself, I drove my fist straight into the wall again. Pain shot up my arm, but I barely felt it. The anger burning inside me was far worse. How could she? After everything I had done just for her, after everything I had given up....she still chose to believe I was a monster. She thought I had tried to kill Evans. She thought I was capable of breaking my promise to her? I had expected anger. I had expected stubbornness. But I hadn’t expected her to look at me with that kind of hatred in her eyes. That was what hurt the most. I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. Sleep had been impossible last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her tears, the way her body trembled with so much pain and fear. I could have forced her to stay. I could have made sure she never walked
ANYA Valentine’s Day; The day of lovers, the day I had been waiting for with my heart in my throat and dreams in my eyes. Today was going to be my day. My perfect day. I rushed into the bar, my heart pounding in anticipation. The sight of Cross made my breath catch, as it always did. He was sitting there, looking effortlessly perfect. His hair was slightly messy, his smile casually charming, and his presence magnetic. I had loved him since high school, and even now, in college, that love hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger. He was the guy all the girls wanted, yet somehow, he remained single. That was part of his charm...unreachable, mysterious, untouchable. But not to me. I believed I had a chance. I wasn’t supposed to school at Kings college. My parents had wanted me to attend a more prestigious one, but I had whined, begged, and complained until they sent me there.....where Cross was. To me, nothing mattered more than being near him. Yesterday, I had done
ANYA The sound of laughter erupted behind me, sharp and mocking. Cameras flashed, their lenses pointed at me like spotlights, capturing every humiliating second. I clenched my fists, trying to block out the noise. I knew this would happen. I knew Hunter Steele would humiliate me, but I didn’t care. If enduring this proved my love for Cross, it was worth it. I kept reminding myself: By the end of today, I’ll have my first kiss.....from the love of my life. Cross will see how much I love him, and everything will be perfect. But then Hunter’s annoyed expression softened. A chuckle escaped his lips, sending a chill down my spine. Before I could process it, his face turned cold, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. My heart raced as he loomed over me, his presence suffocating. “Why is he so close?” I thought, frozen in place. He reached out, his hand catching my chin. His grip was firm but not painful, and his intense gaze seemed to dissect every inch of my face. “Is he going to
ANYA I couldn’t decide what was worse: the fact that Cross wanted nothing to do with me or that Hunter Steele, of all people, had decided I was going to be his wife. My chest tightened as the memory of Hunter’s kiss flashed through my mind. I wiped my lips again, as though I could erase the feeling. "Oh, Cross," I thought miserably. "What can I do to win you back? You were the one who told me to approach Hunter Steele. I only did it for you, but now I’m the one paying the price." My phone felt heavy in my hand as I scrolled to Cross’s number. Desperation gnawed at me. I just needed to explain, to tell him what really happened. Maybe if he listened, he would forgive me. But when I called, the automated voice informed me that my number had been blocked. The rejection hit me like a slap. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I still remembered the look on his face before he walked out of the bar....the disgust in his eyes, the finality in his voice. And the stares of e
HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a dark, uncontrollable rage surged through me. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, and before I could stop myself, I drove my fist straight into the wall again. Pain shot up my arm, but I barely felt it. The anger burning inside me was far worse. How could she? After everything I had done just for her, after everything I had given up....she still chose to believe I was a monster. She thought I had tried to kill Evans. She thought I was capable of breaking my promise to her? I had expected anger. I had expected stubbornness. But I hadn’t expected her to look at me with that kind of hatred in her eyes. That was what hurt the most. I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. Sleep had been impossible last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her tears, the way her body trembled with so much pain and fear. I could have forced her to stay. I could have made sure she never walked
ANYA I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me, steam still clinging to my skin. But the moment my eyes landed on the figure standing in my room, my heart nearly stopped. Hunter. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. For a second, fear paralyzed me. Then rage took over. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out!" I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stood there, his silence worse than any words he could have said. I didn’t know how he got in, didn’t know how long he had been standing there watching me. I needed to get dressed. Fast. Without another word, I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the bathroom, my hands trembling as I threw on whatever I could find. My heart pounded in my chest. What was he doing here? How did he even get in? I had barely gotten any sleep last night and he was the last person I expected to see this morning. By the time I stepped out, my pulse was st
ANYA I walked out of Hunter’s house, my bag slung over my shoulder, tears streaming down my face. My heart ached, my legs felt weak, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I just kept walking, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. I had made my choice. And now, I was alone. I reached the street and pulled out my phone with shaky hands, dialing Evans’ mom. She picked up after a few rings, her voice weary and hesitant. “Auntie, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Tell me where Evans is. I just need to see him.” There was a long pause before she sighed. “Anya… I know you care about my son, but I can’t tell you.” Her words hit me like a punch. “Why?” My voice cracked. “I’m his best friend. I need to see him.” “I understand that,” she said gently, “but the person who tried to kill my son is close to you. I can’t take that risk.” I shook my head violently, gripping my phone like it was the only thing keeping me standing. “That’s not true! Hunter Steel
HUNTER I watched Bernice with cold amusement. She stood there, naked and defiant, like she still had some kind of power over me. "Bernice," I said, my voice dangerously low, "do you really think you're too smart? Get out of my room right now, or you'll regret what I'm about to do." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere." I felt my jaw tighten. "What's wrong with you, Hunter?" she demanded, closing the distance between us. "Why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away when Anya..." She spat Anya's name like it was poison. "Anya doesn't even deserve you!" I said nothing, but my anger had risen to the surfece "She doesn't love you, Hunter!" Bernice continued, her voice rising. "She's trying to destroy you! She's playing you for a fool, and you're too blind to see it! I know she's cheating on you. Behind your back. With someone else!" A sharp pain shot through my chest, but I pushed it down. Bernice smirked, thinking she had struck
HUNTER The moment Anya walked out, a storm of emotions crashed over me. My fists clenched, I felt a knot in my chest, and without thinking, I drove my fist into the wall. The sharp sting in my knuckles did nothing to ease the pain in my heart. I had never felt so betrayed. If it had been anyone else who had dragged me to the police, accused me of attempted murder, treated me like some monster, I would have made them regret it. But this was Anya. The girl I loved more than my own life. The only person I had ever let my guard down for. And she had walked away, believing the worst of me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my jaw tightening. Fine. If she wanted to leave, let her. If she wanted to believe I tried to kill Evans, let her. I wasn’t going to explain myself anymore. I wasn’t going to chase after her like some lovesick fool. I grabbed my keys, stormed out of the house, and got into my car. I needed a drink...something to numb the anger, the pain, the gaping wound she had j
ANYA After Hunter left, I turned and headed back to the hospital. My steps were quick, each one fueled by the burning rage inside me. I needed to see Evans. I needed to make sure he was getting better. But the moment I arrived, I knew something was wrong. The nurse at the reception called me back when I started heading to Evans' room. “Where is Evans?” I asked her.. The nurse hesitated before answering. “He’s been moved.” I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up. “Moved? What do you mean moved? Why? He was fine just a few hours ago!” I approached the doctor who had treated him, panic rising in my chest. “Where did you take Evans? Who gave the order? Was it his mother?” The doctor hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. And then he said it. “It was Hunter Steele.” The world around me tilted. No. No, no, no. “That’s impossible.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Why would Hunter....” “He called earlier,” the doctor continued, unfazed by my reaction
ANYA As I followed Hunter out of the station, a bitter laugh almost escaped my lips. The same evidence Evan’s uncle had just dismissed was the one Evans had been so sure would bring Hunter down. That video, the one I had clung to like a lifeline, was supposed to be the proof we needed. Proof that Hunter could kill without batting an eyelid. And yet, here we were. The police chief didn’t even try to question my words, didn’t bother to dig deeper, to call Evan’s friend, to verify anything. The evidence was right there, but it didn’t matter. He let Hunter walk free, speaking to him with so much respect, almost like he was afraid of him. I had thought coming here would bring justice, but all it did was show me how powerless I really was. I felt stupid. I had believed, foolishly, that the truth would be enough. That the law would do what it was meant to do. That justice would stand tall, unshaken. But reality was much colder. The law bent for men like Hunter. It didn’t protect pe
HUNTER I sat in my study, gripping the edge of my desk so hard that my knuckles turned white. My head throbbed with anger. My men had just informed me that Anya had gone to the police station. Obviously to report me. I couldn't believe it. My own wife, betraying me like this. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to suppress the boiling rage inside me. The memory of Evans’ lifeless body flashed in my mind. Cross had shot him. Cross, that sneaky coward, had dared to set me up. He thought he could twist everything to make me look like the monster. Before Anya left the hospital, I had received a call. Cross had been there, trying to see her. I knew without a doubt that Cross had seen an opportunity to manipulate her, and when Anya left the hospital, I knew Cross wasn’t done. The thought hit me like a jolt of electricity....Cross would try to finish what he started. He would try to kill Evans completely. I grabbed my phone immediately, dialing the doc
ANYA I sat across from the police chief, my hands trembling as I clutched my phone. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay composed. What I was about to do was quite difficult for me but Hunter had left me no choice. Just as the chief opened his mouth to speak, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. It was Evans’ mother. My throat tightened as I excused myself and answered the call. “Mrs. Moore?” Her voice came through the line, broken and trembling. “Anya... what happened to my son? They won’t tell me much. Is he... is he going to make it?” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been stabilized already. His condition was critical before but the doctors told me he is out of danger.” She broke into sobs, the sound tearing through me like a knife. “Why would anyone do this to him? Evans is such a good boy. He never hurt anyone.” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. “I promise you, Mrs. More, I’ll make sure whoever did