All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next few days passed in a blur for Odette. Work was unusually hectic, Doug was being extra attentive, and Anton’s quiet intensity lingered in the back of her mind like a haunting melody she couldn’t shake. Their dinner had been perfect on the surface, but the lingering secrecy beneath his soft smiles left her torn between trust and doubt.By the time Friday rolled around, she was exhausted, both mentally and physically. She wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up on the couch with Amerie, and shut out the world for a while.But fate had other plans.As she packed up her things at work, her phone buzzed with a message from Anton.Anton: “I have a surprise for you. Pick you up at 8.”A surprise? She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. Despite the doubts swirling in her mind, she couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement in her chest.At exactly 8:00 p.m., a sleek black car pulled up in front of her building. Anton stepped out, dressed in a tailored black suit that made her b

Odette stood on the balcony of her apartment, the crisp evening air biting at her skin as she wrapped her cardigan tighter around her body. The city sprawled beneath her, glittering and alive, yet she felt strangely detached from it all.The name “Sokolov” reverberated in her mind, a sinister melody she couldn’t shake. Ever since Anton had confessed that the threats against her were tied to the dangerous Russian family, the pieces of her past and present felt like they were colliding in ways she could barely comprehend.Her phone buzzed on the coffee table inside. She reluctantly walked back into the apartment, dreading the conversation she knew was coming. When she saw Anton’s name flash on the screen, her chest tightened.She answered on the third ring.“Odette,” Anton’s voice was steady, but there was an edge of tension that immediately put her on alert.“What is it?” she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.“I’m coming over,” he said without preamble.“Why? What’s going on

Amerie’s PerspectiveAmerie Jackson sat in the living room of their shared apartment, her fingers nervously drumming on the armrest of the sofa. The TV played in the background, muted, casting shifting lights across the walls. She had been sitting in silence for hours now, waiting for a call, a text—anything to tell her Odette was okay.Her thoughts were chaotic, bouncing between guilt and anger. She had been the one to push Odette to go out that night. “You’ve been so stressed, babe. Let loose for once,” she had said. And now, Odette was gone.Amerie swallowed hard, staring at her phone. Anton had promised he’d bring her back, but Amerie wasn’t sure if she trusted him. Sure, he was rich, handsome, and determined, but his world was dangerous, and it had sucked Odette in like quicksand.The memory of her conversation with Odette days earlier replayed in her mind.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this… frazzled,” Amerie had teased.“It’s Anton,” Odette admitted, sitting cross-legged on

The ride back to Anton’s penthouse was suffocatingly silent. Odette sat curled in the passenger seat, her knees drawn to her chest as the events of the night replayed in her mind. She could still feel the rough ropes on her wrists, hear Sergei’s sinister voice, and smell the metallic tang of blood in the air. Anton glanced at her periodically, his grip on the steering wheel tight, knuckles white. He wanted to speak, to offer comfort, but he didn’t know where to start. The rage that had fueled him during the rescue was now replaced with a gnawing guilt. He had failed to protect her. When they arrived, Damien was already there, barking orders at the security team. He nodded grimly at Anton, who helped Odette out of the car, his hand lingering on her back as if afraid to let go. Inside, the penthouse was eerily quiet. Amerie sat on the couch, her face pale and tear-streaked. The moment she saw Odette, she bolted up, pulling her into a fierce hug. “I was so scared,” Amerie sobbe

The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and orange. The soft crackle of the fire filled the cabin, casting a warm glow over the room. Odette sat cross-legged on the rug near the hearth, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the edge of a throw pillow. Anton had stepped out for a moment, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her chest felt lighter, almost buoyant, after the moments they had shared earlier. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe that maybe—just maybe—she could have a future with Anton. Yet, as the warmth of that thought settled over her, the shadows of their past loomed just behind it. The sound of the cabin door opening broke her reverie. Anton stepped in, carrying a tray with two glasses of red wine and a plate of dark chocolate truffles. He flashed her a small smile, setting the tray on the low wooden table beside her. “I figured we could end the day on a sweet note,” he said, sitting down across from