LOGINIf you are paying attention from the beginning of this book: · Mitch praised Lena for her cooking skills. · Lena is working at the café because she loves anything that has to do with cooking, which includes baking. · The culinary school didn't come out of nowhere. · She is not going to the school yet because she has no MONEY, of course 🫢 · She was only thinking about her new dreams of having a restaurant, and then she was thinking of focusing on herself and going to culinary school if she gets the MONEY. · Her childhood dream, which she buried after she met MITCH and decided to be a houseWIFE. 2) Now... about the driving to somewhere unknown—her destination will be revealed soon. But the SUITE SCENE IS A DREAM 🫡 If you read the next chapters, you can see it was TARZAN'S DREAM. LENA'S POV stopped at her going somewhere in a car, while AUTHOR'S POV began with Lena seeing Tarzan in a suit. The two are different scenes: ONE is REALITY; the other is A DREAM. That's why I used
"We did it... Our true love’s kiss healed you. It wasn’t a stupid idea after all." Lena said with a delightful laugh and threw herself into his arms. They tumbled backward onto the bed. Tarzan’s deep laughter rumbled through his chest as Lena giggled against his neck, pure happiness bubbling out of her. "You will always be my dream, Lena," he murmured, cupping her face with both hands, his voice low and fervent. "I can’t imagine a life without you." Lena blushed deeply, the color blooming across her cheeks. She searched his eyes. "So... do you really mean those cruel words you said to me before?" Tarzan’s expression softened with regret. He pulled her closer, their foreheads touching. "All lies. Every single one of them. I wanted to keep you safe... That was the only way I knew how. It worked, but at the cost of our love." She kissed him then — slow, deep, and full of forgiveness. When she pulled back, her face softened even more "That’s all I wanted to hear.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her tears nd she moaned into him in a low, involuntary needy sound that vibrated against his lips. "Mmm..." The moan slipped out again as he angled his head, devouring her like a starved man. His other hand gripped her waist, fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric of her clothes, pulling her body close against his. The kiss grew hotter, messier with their tongues tangled, breaths mingled in ragged gasps. Lena’s hands roamed his chest, forgetting for a moment the blood still seeping from his side. She whimpered when he sucked on her lower lip, biting it gently before soothing it with his tongue. Another moan escaped her—deeper this time, raw with pent-up longing. Tarzan groaned against her mouth, but this groan was different. Despite the excruciating pain radiating from his wound, despite the weakness dragging at his limbs, heat flooded his body. He felt himself growing hard, his cock thickening and straining against the
"He won’t answer," Tarzan said quietly. "None of them did. I’m alone... I only have you, Lena." Panic clawed at her throat. She bolted toward the door to get help, but the moment she reached it, the door simply vanished. A solid wall stood in its place as if it had never existed. Lena froze, heart hammering wildly. "A wall?" she whispered in disbelief, pressing her palms against the hard surface. "The door... it just disappeared right in front of me." She spun back to him, eyes wide with horror. "Did you see that? What's going on?" "It’s okay," Tarzan murmured, his breathing shallow. "The closed walls will keep you safe. I made sure of it. Once I’m gone... they’ll open again for yo and you will have a better life." Rage and fear collided inside her. She stormed back to the bed, grabbing his collar with both hands and yanking him closer. "What the hell are you even saying?!" she shouted, voice cracking. "Tarzan, this isn’t a game! You’re bleeding out! The door is g
AUTHOR'S POV Lena had barely stepped back into the suite when the door shattered open with a violent crack. Tarzan staggered in, breathing heavily with his chest rising and falling in ragged, desperate gasps. Blood soaked his torn clothes, streaking down his arms and dripping onto the floor in trails. Lena's eyes widened in both shock and surprise. "Tarzan... what... why—?" Before she could finish, he crossed the distance with unsteady feet, cupped her face with blood-stained hands, and crushed his lips to hers in a kiss that was so raw, desperate, and achingly passionate. It wasn’t gentle. It was the kiss of a man who believed this might be his last. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. "I came to say goodbye,Lena... properly," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and sad. Tears spilled down Lena’s cheeks, while his own eyes—those fierce, stormy eyes—were clouded wi
If I could earn enough, I could finally attend culinary school—lose myself in the world of flavors and techniques, master the foreign cuisines that had always fascinated me. I brushed the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and stared out the window as the cold night air slipped through the cracked glass, playing with strands of my hair. The chill felt fitting. I'm done with love. I can't keep handing over my heart just to watch it get crushed. Yet even as I thought it, Tarzan flashed across my mind again—uninvited. No matter how hard I tried to push him away, he kept slipping back in, like a ghost haunting every quiet moment. He had promised he would treat me better than Mitch ever did. And honestly… he had. Those stolen moments with him were the brightest I had ever known. A sad, broken smile tugged at my lips. He really did give me the best days of my life—and then turned around and told me it was all a lie. I shut my eyes again and wrapped my arms tightly around
AUTHOR'S POVTwo days of living under Tarzan's roof, and the air between them had grown thick enough to choke on.He hadn't left her side once—always somewhere close, always watching—but the playful, teasing man who used to devour her with his eyes and words was gone. Tarzan had grown quieter, mor
LENA'S POVI pressed the ice bag Tarzan had given me gently against my left eye.The cold barely dulled the throbbing ache, but it was better than nothing.Tarzan didn’t come inside the room.He stayed outside the door, as if he was avoiding being in the same space as me. Still, his presence brough
I scoffed and took another long drink. “Well, I sorted her out, didn’t I?” I muttered. “Gave her a beating she won’t forget anytime soon. Slapped the disrespect right out of her.” Silence settled heavily over the room. Jake stared at me for several seconds, his face slowly hardening with disg
MITCH'S POV I drove straight to Jake’s place after the whole mess with Lena. My hands were still trembling against the steering wheel, fury and humiliation twisting together in my chest. The cut on my forehead stung every time I frowned, dried blood crusted near my eyebrow. I could still hear the







