All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lena's pov I stared at Grant, my chest constricted by all that he had said. My feelings were in a tangle-they were worse than the storm outside my window. Part of me wanted to believe him and let him hope for another chance at something that had once been so beautiful. But the scars he had left behind had always remained fresh, raw, and they screamed to protect him, not let him in.“No,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. This is not happening, Grant. Whatever this is, whatever it is you're trying to do, it isn't going to work. I am not that naive girl anymore who believes in fairy tales and happy endings. I will not let you back into my life to go rampaging through it all over again."His face fell, the hope in his eyes dimming as my words sank in. For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then he took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration."Lena, I'm asking for something that isn't a fairy-tale," he said, his voice low and raw. ''A chance-a real chance-

Lena's POV I shook my head, and the tears spread. "I can't, Grant. I can't trust you." "Then let me earn it," he said. "Let me prove to you that I'm not the same man who walked away all those years ago." I didn't answer. My heart was so full of doubt and fear. But staring into those eyes, I now saw something that I had not seen in a long time. And for the first time in years, I let the possibility of maybe, just maybe, things could be different cross my mind."Please, just give me till tonight," he pleaded, low in voice. "And I'll make you feel just like the first time we met."Arms crossed, I stared at him, narrowing my eyes, trying to read between lines. The first time we met? That seemed like ages ago when everything was brand new and fresh before everything fell apart. How in the world could he recreate that?"So much you're asking for," I said cautiously, words laced with doubt. "I know," he said, as he moved slightly closer. He was close enough that I nearly gasped, covering

Lena's POV The steam curled around us warm and suffocating, and my heart raced as Grant stepped closer with his eyes fixated on me. His shirt stuck to him, wet from the rain, and beads of water rolled down his jawline like streams. "What are you doing?" I barely breathed, whispering the question."Staying." The response was simple, his voice steady but soft, as though he had suddenly become afraid any loudness might scare me away.I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively even though I had already shed clothes. "You can't just walk in here, Grant."He stepped closer, his earnest gaze piercing into me. "You could tell me to leave if that's really what you want, Lena, and I'll go. But I think we both know you don't want that.”I did hate it. It was not fair that he could read me so well. He had never been. I had built walls so high, so thick, for years, and here he was, breaking them like glass."You think you know what I want?" I said, a ton sharper than I meant.He paused, an ex

Lena's pov The table had been simply but thoughtfully set - fresh fruit and pastries with a generous carafe of coffee. Charming in its simplicity and I hated how much it made my heart ache.“Did you sleep well?” he questioned as, without giving me a chance to respond, poured coffee into my cup.I wavered, not sure of my answer. “I guess,” I said finally; reaching for the cup, he slid toward me.He searched my eyes, and I knew that he wanted to, that he intended to ask more, delve deeper. To his credit, though, he didn’t press it.“I was thinking,” he began, his tone casual but his expression anything but, “Maybe we could take the day to relax.” No plans, no expectations. Just you and me."“I can see what you mean then, no special treatment,” I quizzed him. “No surprises, huh?” He laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Not today. Today is all yours." It was the fact that his voice was so genuine that threw me off the track, and before I could capture my runs of thought, my head was nodd

Cassidy's POV The reflection in the fancy mirror was unrecognizable. My eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from hours of crying, and even the most painstaking makeup was now a black-streaked mess. The white dress that I dreamed of wearing down the aisle was crumpled and dragged on the intricate lace floor at a restless pace about my bedroom.Grant had left.The words kept ringing in my ears like a broken record, and each repetition drove a heavier shard of pain through what felt like my already tender chest. He hadn’t just left me; he humiliated me. In front of our families, our friends, and the world.He had left me for her.The thought was enough to churn my stomach. Lena Reynolds. The woman I had quietly envied for years; she was my adversary and shadow, the ghost of my past I could never compete with. And now, she was the one he had chosen.I fell onto the edge of my bed, holding the veil in my hands. A new beginning, a fairytale ending has turned into this really cruel reminder of