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Krystal Bahmz
Krystal Bahmz
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Novels by Krystal Bahmz

TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN

TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.
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Chapter: Too Pretty to Die Quietly
Zach didn’t answer fast enough.I looked at Diego. “Papa know?”Diego fired toward the bar. “We only found out when they breached the perimeter.”“The perimeter?” I let out a short laugh. “I went out for a drink. I wasn’t attending a NATO summit.”“Señorita…”“Don’t Señorita me right now, Diego.”Zach turned his head slightly. “Focus.”I stared at his back. “Don’t give me orders like I’m your wife.”“If you were my wife, I would’ve tied you to a chair fifteen minutes ago.”I smiled thinly. “Very healthy fantasy.”He fired to the side without taking his eyes off me. The man trying to move in from the left jerked back, his weapon dropping, his body hitting the floor.Zach kept looking at me.Kept.Looking at me.“This is not the time to fight me,” he said.“I’m not fighting you.”“Krystal.”“I’m considering my options.”“Your option is staying alive.”I didn’t answer.“For once, use that brain of yours to survive instead of stabbing at me.” He moved half an inch closer, close enough tha
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
Chapter: Blood & Neon
The glass blew inward, rough and brutal.A mess.Shards hit the floor, the tables, the shoulders of people ducking for cover. They bounced off my shoes and caught in my hair like confetti from hell.Zach shoved me down with one hand at the back of my neck.My chest hit his waist. My knees slammed into the floor, sticky with tequila and something I very much hoped wasn’t blood.Cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, sweat, sweet perfume, and gunpowder all tangled in my nose. Five minutes ago, this club had been ugly in a fun way. Now it looked like someone had taken a bad decision, handed it an automatic weapon, and told it to run.“Zach…”“Shut up.”Naturally, a shootout was when his control issues decided to make a full comeback.I resisted the urge to bite his calf.Another shot hit the bar behind us. Bottles shattered. Brown and clear liquor sprayed everywhere like expensive rain with no class. People screamed.A woman crawled under a table with one shoe missing. Nicolás, the guy in the d
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
Chapter: A Kiss, a Lie, a Gunshot
He kissed me back.And it should have satisfied me.It should have.But Zach Romano had a way of turning defeat into something that still felt like a win, especially when I was the idiot standing there breathless because of him.His hand cradled the back of my head, his fingers sliding into my hair, already half-loose from the claw clip, pulling me close enough that my breath snagged in my throat. His mouth pushed deeper against mine, and my knees, traitorous little idiots, gave up immediately.Damn it.I kissed him back. I wasn’t a saint, and he wasn’t some moral test I could pass with one quick prayer.Both my hands rose to his neck and locked him, my fingers brushing the warm skin just beneath his hairline. He tensed beneath my fingers, just enough to give himself away. I liked knowing I could do that to him. I liked it too much. So I pulled him closer.A low sound rumbled out of his throat.Music slammed in from every direction. Someone near the bar shrieked with laughter. Shoes c
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
Chapter: Lola & the Don
Shit.Shit shit shit.I turned slowly, very slowly, because some things were easier to face if you didn’t look at them directly. War and taxes... or an ex-kidnapper too handsome for national security.And here he was....Zachary Romano.All sharp eyes, black hair, and expensive danger. The kind of beautiful that made smart women forget they were supposed to know better.He stood too close behind me, wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans, looking unfairly good for a man who had no business being in this club. His short black hair was messy, his bangs falling slightly over his forehead. His eyes were sharp and calm. Too Zach.How long had it been since I last saw that face?I didn’t know.I forgot.But ...lie.I remembered.The last time I saw him, I was still in his bed, breathless, furious, and far too aware of every place he’d touched me. Then he walked away like he hadn’t just ruined me for sport.Longing rose in my chest.Slight. Warm.Ew....I immediately threw it far away, to wh
Last Updated: 2026-05-25
Chapter: Bad Music, Worse Men
At a table near the wall, a woman was dancing on top of a plastic chair. Two of her friends cheered. In another corner, a couple was arguing while still holding their drinks, an admirable level of emotional efficiency. Someone dropped a glass. The shards were immediately kicked under a table by a server who didn’t even look back.I set my empty glass on the bar.Nicolás held out his hand. “Dance?”I looked at his hand.Clean. No ring. No bloodstains. No expensive watch that could buy a small apartment. No murderous aura.Refreshing.I took it.The dance floor was hot and too crowded. Bodies moved close, but no one really touched me until I allowed it. Nicolás danced well enough not to be embarrassing. His hand drifted near my waist once, then stopped when I looked at him.I moved with the music, letting the bass take over my mind little by little. My T-shirt slipped on my shoulder. My hair started coming loose from the clip. A thin sheen of sweat gathered at the nape of my neck. I clo
Last Updated: 2026-05-03
Chapter: Women Like Me
In the foyer, two of Papa’s men were already standing there like they had come out of the walls.Not the overly obvious kind. They wore dark jackets, ordinary faces, extraordinary bodies. One of them, Diego, a man in his forties with a small scar near his chin, looked at my sandals with an expression that was both deeply professional and deeply pained.“Señorita.”“Don’t.”He shut his mouth.I took a car key from the marble bowl by the door. Not the most expensive car in the garage, and not the fastest either. A low black SUV normal enough not to make everyone on the road immediately think cartel princess, though the plates probably still screamed I have family problems.The Medellín night air touched my skin as soon as I stepped outside.Warm. A little damp. Smelling of earth, exhaust, night-blooming flowers, and a city that never really slept.I got into the car, started the engine, then looked in the rearview mirror.One black car came to life a few meters behind me.At the far end
Last Updated: 2026-05-03
The Billionaire's Regret

The Billionaire's Regret

Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it. For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future. In the third year, the silence arrived. The kisses turned into calendar appointments. The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk. Then Jasmine found the truth. Sweet messages that were not for her. Hotel bookings that did not include her name. A blonde secretary who did not know shame. Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed. What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her. Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way. Until Adrian. Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep. When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever. Then she saw him. Sebastian Romano. The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime. Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start. “Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”
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Chapter: Ivory Paper, Roman Blood
“We’re going to your family party.”I waited.I don’t know. At least one blink that looked a little more human. A little concern. A little relief. Anything that proved my last sentence hadn’t sounded like I’d just agreed to a marble supplier meeting on Tuesday.Sebastian only looked at me for a second.Then he picked up his phone.His thumb moved quickly across the screen. One message. Two. Then he sent something longer, his face still calm, his shoulders still straight, as if I hadn’t just agreed to walk into a den full of people who had once seen me wearing the Romano name.Yeah. Very romantic.I took the remaining bread from my plate and spread too much butter over it.From the hallway came quick little footsteps, house slippers dragging across the wood floor, then Poppy’s voice arrived before the rest of her.“Mommy!”The dining room door flew open.Poppy stood in the doorway with Bunny tucked under one arm, her bangs a mess again, and the expression of someone who had just won a
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Where He Put Me Back
Poppy chewed the egg solemnly.I waited.She swallowed. “Croissant now?”“One piece.”“A big half?”“One normal piece.”“Normal according to who?”“According to a mother who would still like you to have teeth when you’re five.”Poppy sighed. “Castle breakfast is very complicated.”“Welcome to Mommy’s government.”Luca left the dining room carrying the outer envelope, and the young security officer disappeared with him like he had just delivered a gold-embossed bomb.Poppy finally accepted the piece of croissant I gave her, took a huge bite, then stopped. Her face changed.I looked at her immediately. “What?”She set the croissant down on her plate very carefully. “Mommy.”“Yeah..?”“I need to poop.”“Now?”Poppy nodded seriously. “My body has an announcement.”I closed my eyes for a second.“I’ll take her.” Salma was already on her feet.“I can go by myself,” Poppy said.“You can go by yourself after you stop flooding half the bathroom.”“It was a little waterfall.”Poppy climbed down
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Morning, Addressed Elsewhere
“Mommy.”I pulled the blanket over my ears.“Mommy.”The bedroom door opened wider.“Mommy, wake up. It’s an emergency.”I pressed my face into the pillow.Didn’t move.The villa guest room was too peaceful for an emergency. Pale oyster walls, old wood paneling that didn’t try too hard to look antique, sheer linen curtains over the glass doors leading to a small balcony, and a large bed with a low oak headboard that had somehow convinced my body to sleep almost dreamlessly.Deeply irritating.I should have slept badly.I should have woken up every hour, checked my phone, thought about the unicorn tracker, Kelsey, Adrian, Sebastian, and every form of disaster that came wearing a handsome face.Instead, I slept in a Romano bed that felt like a threat to female independence.Then Poppy climbed onto the mattress.The bed dipped on one side.“Mommy,” she said again, now right behind me.I was sleeping on my stomach.Fatal mistake.Poppy immediately dropped her little body onto my back.“Ug
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: The Sea Kept Knocking
We left without speaking.In the hallway, the wall lights glowed softly. From Salma’s room at the far end came the low sound of television and dramatic Turkish dialogue that definitely involved betrayal, inheritance, or both.I stopped at the stairs. “I need air.”Sebastian didn’t ask if I was okay.Good.If he had asked, I might have answered, and that would have created a whole new problem.I went downstairs alone, took a glass of water from a staff member who appeared too quickly near the dining room, then walked out to the large balcony on the west side of the villa.Night in Èze had no right to be that beautiful.The sea below was dark and shining. Small lights along the coast looked like jewelry some rich person had dropped and left there because they were too lazy to pick it up. The wind was colder above the cliff, carrying salt and old stone.I stood on the balcony with one hand on the stone railing, the other holding my glass of water.Water.A very adult choice, considering
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: The Softest Thing I Ever Lost to Him
Lunch was served on the lower terrace, overlooking a sea so blue it had no manners.A long wooden table sat beneath a pergola covered in climbing vines. Wind from the cliff carried salt, rosemary, and generational wealth. At the far end of the garden, two security men stood far enough away to look uninvolved, but close enough to remind us this was not a vacation. Luca had disappeared somewhere, which meant he was either making someone very scared or very busy.Possibly both.The chef appeared like a supporting character in a French movie: tall, gray-haired, white apron, gentle expression, and the ability to place plates on the table without making a sound.Poppy looked at him with the kind of respect she usually reserved for croissants and herself.“Are you a wizard?” she asked.The chef blinked once.Sebastian answered before the poor man had to choose between lying to a small child or damaging his career.“A little.”Poppy nodded seriously. “I knew it. Pretty food is magic.”The che
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: The Door With the Anchor
The villa’s front doors opened before we had even reached the last step.Poppy was still on Sebastian’s hip, Bunny wedged between her small chest and Sebastian’s white shirt, while Barbie hung upside down from her other hand like a very fashion-forward war casualty.The second she saw the inside of the house, her mouth formed an O.Not a small O.An O of full respect.“Daddy,” she said quietly.Sebastian looked at her. “Hm?”“Put me down.”I lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”“I need to inspect the castle.” Poppy stared into the foyer ahead of us with wide green eyes and bangs that had fallen over her forehead again.Sebastian lowered her carefully. The second her little feet touched the stone floor, Poppy stood still for three whole seconds.A personal record.The villa clearly had no idea how to be modest.The foyer ceiling rose two stories high, with dark, old wooden beams and a crystal chandelier hanging low enough to make me immediately calculate the chances of my daughter trying to swing
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
His Ex Mistress, His Enemy

His Ex Mistress, His Enemy

Four years ago, Dianna Rosa fell in love with a man who promised her the world. Only to find out she was nothing more than his mistress. Heartbroken and betrayed, Dianna walked away from Zane Romano, heir to the powerful Romano Group, without a word. She disappeared, carrying pain, fury… and a secret she swore he’d never know. Now, she’s back. Not as the fragile lover he once knew, but as the lead attorney in a billion-dollar lawsuit against his empire. Their reunion in the courtroom ignites a firestorm of old wounds, sharp words, and dangerous chemistry. Zane is still cold, commanding, and dangerously charming. But Dianna? She’s not the woman he could control anymore. One wants justice. The other still wants her. But when buried secrets rise to the surface, they’ll have to choose....destroy each other, or burn together.
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Chapter: The Shape of Us
The light behind my eyelids felt too white for a world that had just gone up in flames.I woke slowly, not the cool cinematic kind of waking. More like waking with a dry mouth that tasted like I’d chewed on sidewalk chalk. My nose complained first: antiseptic, expensive linen, and something that reminded me of espresso machine coffee, not the instant stuff.Voices hit me before my eyes caught up, coming from the half-open door.“I’m going in first,” Ash barked. “She’s my mami.”“She’s my aunt,” Zoe shot back, louder. “I’m the cousin plus the princess. My rank is above yours.”“No! Mami is—”“If you raise your voices one more octave, you’re sleeping in the parking lot,” Krystal cut in, sharp as glass. “The doctor said she needs rest. Ash, lower your hand. Zoe, if you step on his foot again, I will sell every piece of glitter you own.”Two tiny protests flared at the same time. A chair scraped. Something fell, probably a crayon. Someone muttered in Spanish.My eyes finally gave up and o
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: The Line I Cross for You
Zane climbed down from his firing position.Diego and another guy shoved inside, spreading out, rifles aimed at the far side of the room where the gunshot had come from. Two men in black—definitely not our people—dragged themselves behind a small forklift at the end. One wasn’t moving. The other tried to lift his gun with a shaking hand.“Put it down.” Zane’s voice cut through the room. Cold. “Now.”The guy turned, eyes wild. His right hand rose, the gun lining up with… me. Great.I held my breath. Erick pressed against the drum behind me, his body forming a thin wall.The next bullet didn’t come from the enemy.A single shot cracked. Diego. His rifle jerked up just a little, then dropped again with a blink-fast reflex.The man’s gun flew from his hand, clattering against the wall. He staggered, shouting, clutching the shoulder that was now bleeding.“Try it again,” Diego spat in Italian, keeping the barrel low. “We’re not the police.”Amelia lifted her hands higher, fast, her fingers
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: Cutting Zip-Ties and Fate
If I ever claimed my life was dramatic, tonight the universe answered, “Hold this.”The hallway outside the door exploded in sound.Another shot. Close. A bullet slammed into the doorframe, splinters spraying into the room. Amelia and Sophia dropped into a crouch, backs pressed to the wall, their elegance evaporating along with whatever pride they had left.I hit the floor on instinct, half sprawled over Erick. The chair scraped again, loud on the concrete.“Di,” Erick hissed. His breath snagged in his chest.“Quiet.” My forehead pressed against his collarbone. “If you die, I need whatever energy I have left to yell at your corpse.”From the hallway came Diego’s voice, sharp and clear beneath the chaos.“Linea sinistra clear! Move slow!”Another voice answered, younger, fast. Probably Zake. “Two behind the forklift, twelve o’clock. I’m moving.”Then the voice that made my spine shake, even in a warehouse that smelled like rust.“Hold, Zake. Wait. They have hostages.”Zane.My ears cau
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: cover, cover
The second blast hit closer.The floor lurched for real this time. The light overhead stopped being décor and turned into a threat; the cable swung hard, its shadow dancing over the brick wall. Dust rained from the ceiling, stinging eyes and throat.“What was that?” Erick choked from the chair.“Picnic,” I muttered without thinking. “Gangster edition.”Amelia was already at the window. Her heels clicked on the concrete with a rhythm that didn’t match the situation at all. She yanked the grimy curtain aside and looked out.When she turned again, the change on her pretty face wasn’t dramatic. My brow even appreciated the Botox. Her jaw locked.“They’re here,” she said.“They?” I gripped the back of Erick’s chair, heart counting down on its own.The third explosion didn’t come from far away. It felt like something blew right under our feet. Heat rushed through the cracks of the window, carrying the bite of smoke and metal.Then… gunfire.The first shot cracked through the warehouse halls
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: Detonation
"Okay, what plot twist is this supposed to be."The words slipped out before my brain caught up.Sophia leaned on the doorway like this was just an internal meeting relocated to hell. Black blazer, slacks, spotless white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a lazy knot, loose strands brushing her cheeks. Glasses hooked on her blouse collar instead of her face. One hand toyed with her phone, thumb sliding once."Seriously, D," she went on, her tone flat. "If you need fifteen more minutes for a dramatic reunion, I’ll resend the email. The one that says, ‘We found something about Erick’ in triple bold."I stayed on the floor. One hand on Erick’s knee, the other gripping the chair. My lungs dragged for air, my chest tight. My head still refused to accept what I was seeing."Sophia." My tongue felt like paper. "How did you even…""Get in?" She lifted a brow. "The door wasn’t locked, sweetheart. You just walked in too."That wasn’t what I asked and she knew it.Erick shifted weakly. "So…" his voi
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: The Side Door
If there had been an award for the Worst Midnight Decision, I would’ve been holding the trophy already.I slipped past the iron gate and dropped onto the dirt road. Mud splattered my shoes. Milan’s cold bit straight through my hoodie. The narrow stretch ahead sat empty, washed in a thin ribbon of fog and framed by old trees leaning over the path. A low engine hum crept closer. A pale yellow glow broke through the dark.A taxi.Not a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Just a regular city cab. White paint. A crooked TAXI sign on top that looked like it had survived too many bad nights. The engine rolled to a stop right in front of me. The driver lowered the window.A man in his fifties, gray hair, thin mustache, sly eyes that had clearly watched too many fools get into his car at even worse hours.“Signorina?” Thick accent. His gaze drifted from my face to the hoodie, to my pants, then to the gate behind me. He checked the address on the phone strapped to his dashboard. “Via… that o
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir

My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir

Five years ago, Sasha Rivera left Rafael Moretti on the night that should have changed their lives forever. She had just found out she was pregnant and planned to tell her husband after dinner with the Moretti family. Instead, his family accused her of cheating with evidence that had been cut, twisted, and arranged to destroy her. But Rafael chose to believe his family, called her a gold digger, and let her walk away without chasing her. So Sasha left. Without Moretti money. Without telling Rafael she was carrying his child. Now, she is no longer the wife looked down on by an old Milan family. She is a successful architecture and interior design firm in Los Angeles, and the single mother of a four-year-old boy with someone’s blue eyes and unmistakable face. Her life is finally under control, until the biggest project of her career pulls her back into the past. Her client, Noelle Jamesson, is a wealthy heiress who wants Sasha to design her family’s Malibu mansion. And Noelle’s boyfriend is Rafael Moretti.... Colder. More powerful. As Noelle’s boyfriend, Rafael is suddenly everywhere Sasha has to be. In meetings. At dinners. On the Malibu site. Standing too close, watching too carefully, saying her name like he still knows exactly where to cut. Sasha can handle his coldness. She can handle his new woman. She can even handle the way her body still remembers him before her pride can stop it. What she cannot handle is Maxime. Her whole world. Because if Rafael ever learns the truth, he will not simply ask for a place in Max’s life. Rafael takes what he believes belongs to him. And Sasha is terrified that ....he will come for the only thing she cannot survive losing.
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Chapter: Very Restrained
“This isn’t a mansion,” I muttered as the car turned past a tall stone gate with a J carved into a bronze plaque. “This is psychological compensation.”Maya immediately leaned toward my window. “Oh, wow.”The Jamesson estate stood on the hill like someone had once seen a European castle, felt personally offended about being born in California, then decided to take revenge with glass, limestone, and building permits that had definitely made a city planner cry in a bathroom.The driveway was too long.It curved past old olive trees lit from below, their trunks beautifully twisted, their leaves gleaming silver in the dark. In the middle of the courtyard, a large fountain sent water upward with a soft and deeply self-assured sound. Valets in dark uniforms stood in a neat line near the entrance stairs, their expressions identical: polite, expensive, and already familiar with far too many drunk rich men calling themselves “collectors.”The house itself…Damn it.I hated when something exces
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: A Moral Narrative
After lunch, I moved my laptop and iPad into the living room. I cracked the glass door open so the sea breeze could slip in. I sat on the sofa with my MacBook on my lap, my iPad on the table, Apple Pencil in hand, my hair twisted messily on top of my head. On the screen, the Malibu floor plan stared back at me with all its lines begging to be fixed.Max sat on the rug not far from me, surrounded by Legos like a tiny king who had just conquered a plastic kingdom. Gabriella was half-reclined in the armchair by the window, reading something on her tablet with one eye still on Max.“This is a tower,” Max said.I didn’t look up from the iPad. “Nice.”“This is not a normal tower.”“Of course it isn’t.”“This is a tower for the Batman car.”I redrew the circulation line on the plan. “Your architectural ambition is very specific.”He added a red block on top of a black one. The structure leaned slightly. He tilted his head, assessing it.“Mami.”“Hm?”“If a tower falls, is that design or probl
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: Joint Oversight
I left the house twenty minutes later with a second coffee in the cup holder and a key fob I’d briefly failed to find because Max had hidden it inside one of my loafers.He said it was a garage.For keys.I did not ask any further questions because there was a limit to how much four-year-old philosophy the human body could tolerate before nine in the morning.The gate opened automatically as my car rolled down the driveway. The side road was empty now. No dark metallic Range Rover, no suspicious person, no potential new neighbor standing in front of the vacant mansion making poor decisions in white linen.Good.One mystery solved without involving paranoia.I turned on the old R&B playlist I had saved under a very mature name: songs for when people are annoying.Soft bass filled the car. A woman’s voice poured through the speakers, too smooth for Los Angeles traffic, which had clearly been built entirely out of sin and ego. I tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm, humming without act
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: The Life I Built Had Windows
This morning, Max decided school uniforms were a form of oppression.“I can’t wear this,” he said, standing on his bedroom carpet with his navy shorts halfway up and his white shirt only on one arm. His black bangs fell over his eyes, and his cheeks were still pillowy with sleep. “I’m an artist.”“You’re a preschooler.”“I can be both.”I sat on the edge of his bed, holding the tiny dark blue tie that always looked far too serious for a child who had tried to draw on the wall with Tom Ford lipstick yesterday. “Artists wear pants too, Maxime.”“Picasso didn’t.”I stared at him.He stared back at me with a face that was much too innocent.“How do you know about Picasso?” I asked.“Gaby.”From the doorway, Gabriella, who was packing Max’s snack box into his bag, immediately lifted her head. “I only said Picasso had a blue period. I never gave a lecture on his pants policy.”Max pointed at Gabriella with the arm still trapped inside his shirt. “She said blue.”“I said it was an art phase,
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: A Tiny Hand Around My Lie
Max’s room was lit by a moon-shaped nightlight that washed the walls in pale yellow.I lay on my side on top of the blanket, still wearing the thin slip dress I had changed into after my shower. The ivory gown was already hanging on the closet door, zipped inside a garment bag, as if tonight had only been another event that needed to be sent to the dry cleaner.Max slept facing me.Somehow, he had managed to take up almost the entire bed even though his body was only as long as a few pillows. One leg had escaped the blanket. His dinosaur pajamas had ridden up a little over his round stomach. His black bangs stuck to his forehead, too long again. I had already told him I was taking him for a haircut on Saturday.He refused because, according to him, long hair made him look like “a rock star with fast cars.”I touched the ends of his bangs and brushed them away from his eyes.Max made a small sound without waking, then shifted his face closer to my hand.I stroked his cheek with the back
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: The Ring Mark No One Saw
I looked at the man beside Noele and decided fainting only looked adorable when Max did it on the carpet. On a thirty-year-old woman wearing ivory silk and expensive shoes, it would only become someone’s terrible I*******m video.So I smiled.Not too wide. Not too stiff. The professional smile I had used on lying contractors, clients who wanted to move structural walls, and men who explained my own business to me.“Mr. Moretti,” I said, as if the name had never passed over my tongue before.I held out my hand.There was one second when he only looked at it.One second too long for two strangers, but short enough for Noelle to miss while she still hung happily on his arm.Then Rafael took my hand.His palm was warm. His grip was firm, clean, not too strong. Very formal.The human body apparently stored useless things.The way his fingers used to slide between mine when we walked through Manhattan. The pressure of his thumb against my wrist whenever I started speaking too sharply in fron
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
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