ONE MONTH LATER ANYA I sat on my bed, in my parents' house, arms crossed, a deep frown carved into my face. My heart twisted in my chest, heavy with frustration. The grandest wedding of the year was happening tomorrow...my wedding. Every girl dreamed of this kind of day, the kind where the whole world watched as she walked down the aisle in a dazzling white dress, marrying the man of her dreams. But I didn’t care about any of that. I had torn the divorce document the moment I returned from Panama. I was already Hunter’s wife. A ceremony, a dress, a crowd of people...it didn’t change anything. He was already mine. Then why did I feel so damn restless? A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and my mom walked in, her expression soft but questioning. "Anya," she said, sighing as she sat beside me. "Why do you look like someone stole your wedding dress? Shouldn’t you be happy? You're getting married tomorrow!" I exhaled sharply, not bothering to hide my irritation
ANYA I could hardly sit still. Excitement bubbled inside me like a shaken soda can about to burst. I was actually doing this. I was actually sneaking into Hunter’s bachelor party. “Mom, I’m going to the party!” I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. She looked up from where she was fixing her hair, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I figured.” I grinned. “I’m so excited!” She chuckled, reaching out to pinch my cheek. “Then go and have all the fun in the world, my dear.” With that, she left the room, humming happily to herself. I turned back to my mirror and took a deep breath. Alright, time to get the outfit. That was when my excitement hit a wall. The bodyguard. Hunter had stationed a guard outside my house...just one this time, but even one was enough to ruin my plans. Ever since Cross tried to kill me, Hunter had been extra careful. Cross and his sister had vanished, and until Hunter found them, he wasn’t taking any chances. I chewed on my bott
BERNICE I crouched in the darkness, hidden behind a row of bushes outside Anya’s house. My fingers trembled slightly, but not with fear. With anticipation. Tomorrow was supposed to be her big day...the wedding of the year, the moment she would officially become Mrs. Hunter Steele in the eyes of everyone. It could have been me. It should have. And now, there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. I had lost too much because of her. Because of him. Cross had told me to leave the City, to run far away and stay with a friend of his, while he handled everything. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Yes, I made him believe I had left but how could I not? This wasn’t about Cross anymore. This was personal. I needed to do this myself. My grip tightened around the small pistol in my hand. Anya didn’t deserve this perfect life, this fairytale ending. She deserved to suffer. I stayed still, watching the guard outside her house. He was a big guy, standing with his han
CROSS I had been in hiding for far too long. Like a hunted animal, I had stayed in the shadows, moving from place to place, knowing that Hunter was searching for me. He wanted me dead. But he wasn’t going to get the chance. Not before I took everything from him...just like he had taken everything from me. I had already lost it all. My family, my reputation, my power. There was nothing left for me to hold on to. Nothing but revenge. I had sent Bernice out of the city, knowing she was too impulsive to be patient. She wanted blood immediately, but I wanted to be smart about this. I wasn’t going to waste my only chance by acting recklessly. Hunter thought he was untouchable. That was about to change. When I saw the news about his wedding ceremony, my lips curled into a dark smile. So he was finally going to marry her publicly. The girl that was meant to be mine. Even though I never wanted Anya, she was still mine to discard, but Hunter took that right from me by marryin
HUNTER The night was supposed to be simple. Just me and my brothers. No distractions. No outsiders. But Manuel, as usual, had other plans. "Viper, a few girls will be arriving later," he said with a smirk, as if he had just announced the arrival of appetizers instead of a group of women. I shot him a glare. "Why would you do that?" He shrugged, like it was obvious. “Because it’s a bachelor party. You know this won’t be complete without women.” I folded my arms. “We agreed. Just us. No outsiders.” Manuel groaned. “Come on, Hunter. What’s wrong with you? You used to be fun. Or are you scared of your wife?” Hector snorted. “Now that would be a sight.” I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. “Hunter Steele scared? That's ridiculous! Besides, my Anya trusts me completely.” Manuel raised a brow. “You sure?” I nodded, my lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. She knows I don’t look at other women. Never have. Never will.” Carlos smirked. “Good for you, Viper.”
HUNTER The moment I ended the call with Mark, I began getting ready to leave while dialing Anya’s number again. Nothing. The call didn’t even ring. Just a dead signal, straight to voicemail. I clenched my jaw and tried again. And again. Still nothing. My chest tightened with worry. This wasn’t right. Anya’s phone was never off. Even when she was angry at me, she wouldn’t turn off her phone. Something was wrong. I tried one more time, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. Voicemail. “Calm down, Hunter,” Manuel said, rolling his eyes. “You’re acting like a madman.” I turned off the music entertaining us, and turned to him. “And why the hell shouldn’t I be worried?” He smiled. “Because I played a little game with her.” His words sent a cold rush of irritation down my spine. “What the hell are you talking about?” He leaned back, completely unbothered. “I told Anya that some girls would be coming to the party. She got jealous.” I stared at him,
HUNTER My whole body shook as I held Anya in my arms. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air had been ripped from my lungs, like my entire world had shattered into pieces right before my eyes. My chest ached, the pain unbearable, raw, and suffocating. Tears blurred my vision as I cradled her limp body. I pressed my forehead against hers, hoping, praying for any sign of life. But there was nothing. No breath. No movement. Just the crushing silence of death. A strangled sob tore through my throat. "Anya, please…" My voice was barely a whisper, broken, desperate. "Please, baby… don’t leave me." But she didn’t respond. The warmth of her skin was fading fast. Her blood, sticky and thick, smeared my hands, staining them forever. The wound on her neck mocked me. I had failed her. I had let this happen. Then, movement caught my eye. I looked up, my vision still blurred from my tears. The men I had sent to catch the shooter were dragging someone forward. The moment I saw who
ANYA I wept. Inside Hunter's room. The tears wouldn’t stop. My whole body shook as the reality of how close I had come to death hit me like a wave. Hunter was beside me, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and assuring me of his undying love for me. His warmth should have comforted me, but the fear inside me was deep. It refused to leave. "I could have lost you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. His grip on me tightened as though he was afraid I would disappear. "Because of your stubbornness." I hiccupped between my sobs, guilt twisting in my chest. "I’m sorry," I choked out. "I wasn’t thinking about the danger. I just… I just wanted to make you happy." Hunter pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into mine. "You can’t be reckless again, Anya," he said, his voice gentle. I nodded quickly. "I never thought Bernice or Cross would try something so… insane." A shiver ran through me. "I was just thinking about that outfit… I had planned to w
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