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A Familiar Object
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2026-06-15 23:57:21
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He was never mine Never Lost
Wyatt's POV"Celeste deserves something worse than prison."I stopped dead.The phone was still pressed to my ear, Marcus saying something on the other end, but the words blurred into noise.Every muscle in my body locked. For a second, I actually wondered if I’d heard her wrong.“After everything she took from me,” Avery continued, her voice carrying through the half-open bedroom door, “she deserves hell.”I didn’t move. My feet felt rooted to the floor, as if taking another step would somehow make whatever I was hearing not real."Nate was never the target."She paused, her voice cold. "None of this would've happened if she'd just left me the fuck alone."My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles ached.“No,” she said, quieter this time. “Wyatt still doesn’t know.”She went silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, there was something fragile in her voice.“I never thought things would turn out like this.” “Wyatt?” Marcus’s voice cut through the phone. “You there?”
He was never mine Someone Knows More
Wyatt’s POVMarcus dropped into the chair across from my desk and exhaled hard, looking like he’d been running on coffee and bad news.The fact that he’d come straight in without so much as a greeting told me whatever he had wasn’t good. I looked up from the papers on my desk.He dragged a hand across his face. "You know, at this point, throw a rock in New York and there's a decent chance it'll hit somebody who hates your family.""This isn't funny.""I didn't say it was funny." He held up both hands. "I said it's statistically possible."He started counting on his fingers. "Former employees, competitors, people Celeste wrecked, people Nate wrecked while he was drunk and not paying attention." Another finger went up. "Possibly an entire support group meeting somewhere that none of us know about.""Marcus.""You people collect enemies like trophies. It's impressive, honestly. In a terrible way."I leaned back in the chair and looked at him. "Why are you actually here?"The humor disa
He was never mine Targeting My Family
Wyatt's POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Avery push against my chest, cover her mouth, and rush to the bathroom. Her pale face in the mirror afterward stuck with me. Stress wasn’t new to Avery. I’d seen her carry more than most people could survive. But this? This didn’t look like stress.By six-thirty, I went downstairs.I made tea, toasted some bread, and cut up the last strawberries in the fridge. Nothing heavy, just things she might actually keep down. I arranged everything onto a tray and made my way upstairs to our room.Maybe she was right. Maybe she just needed rest.I pushed the bedroom door open with my shoulder, tray in both hands.She was awake, sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand, thumbs moving across the screen at a speed that didn’t match someone who was stressed. Then she saw me. The screen went off, the phone flipped face-down and slid it under the pillow.I stood in the doorway and looked at her."That looked suspicious
He was never mine Not Just Stress
Avery 's POVThe internet had finally accepted that Arielle Montreaux and Avery Sterling were the same person. Fashion blogs were still running articles, reporters followed me out of buildings, three different podcasts had done episodes. Some called me "the woman who lived two lives." Others went with "the mystery designer." One particularly creative blog called me "the Cinderella who built her own castle," which I found all flattering and clingy.I'd stopped reading the headlines after day three. The attention drained me, but the business side? That had exploded in the best way.The bridal collection was a hit. Orders were coming in. Custom pieces kept clients calling nonstop.The Monochrome website had crashed twice. Elise had been smiling nonstop for an entire week, which honestly felt like a warning sign.She burst into my office that morning, tablet in hand, eyes wide with excitement. She looked ready to explode if she didn’t share the news fast."Do you understand what you've
He was never mine Nothing Left To Fight For
Wyatt’s PovI barely slept.I lay beside Avery in the dark, the board’s words looping in my head. The weight underneath was clear. This was damage control, and they needed someone to blame.By six am I gave up. I slipped out of bed quickly, went downstairs, and made coffee. Then I got dressed, everything formal. Walking into a Sterling Industries board meeting looking half-dead wasn’t an option.I stood at the kitchen window with my second cup when I heard her on the stairs.Avery appeared, hair loose, still in her sleep shirt. She squinted at me. “Did you sleep?” She asked, voice still rough.“A little.”She looked at me properly. "You look terrible, Wyatt.""Thanks, baby."She crossed the kitchen and pressed her hand flat against my chest, reading my face. “What happened? The call last night, what was it?” I told her about the Sterling industry board meeting and Nate being called in. She didn’t say anything at first. She just watched me, as if she was listening to the words and
He was never mine One Problem Ends
Wyatt's POVShe turned forward and didn’t look back.I kept my eyes on the road and let the silence sit between us. Avery rested her head against the window, watching the city pass by but my mind wasn’t quiet.Anonymous…The word had stuck in my head since the officer slid that folder across the table. Someone sent an email that cracked open a years-old murder case, someone with evidence Marcus didn’t have, someone that had time and access to build the evidence. By the time we got home, Avery’s eyes were heavy. She made it upstairs and fell asleep within minutes, still in her clothes, one shoe half off. I pulled the blanket over her, kissed her forehead, and turned off the lamp.Then I went downstairs.The kitchen stayed quiet. I made coffee I probably didn’t need and stood at the counter staring at nothing while the machine ran.Three weeks ago, I’d been sure Marcus sent that email. I’d told him to send the evidence he got to California. He was the only one who made sense, he'd be
He was never mine Ticking Bomb
Wyatt’s POVAvery sat on the edge of the hospital bed when I arrived. She was already dressed in the clean clothes I had bought yesterday. She looked exhausted with dark bruises against her pale-looking skin.The nurse handed me some discharge papers to sign. “She needs rest, no strenuous activity
Last Updated : 2026-03-21He was never mine Caged
Nate’s POVThe bed was cold when I woke up the next day of the wedding.I reached for Celeste across the sheets, but it was empty. It’s our first morning as husband and wife and she’d already disappeared.My phone vibrated on the nightstand. It’s a text message from a number I didn’t recognize.“Le
Last Updated : 2026-03-21He was never mine Awake
Avery’s POV“Wyatt...”His name dropped from my mouth soft and broken, like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying.Tears pulled in my eyes despite my effort to be steady. Relief washed over me that it hurt physically, holding the breath from my lungs.He was here, he actually came.He took steps clos
Last Updated : 2026-03-20He was never mine The vow
Nate’s POVI stood in front of the mirror adjusting my tie for the third time today in my perfect tailored tuxedo in a perfect venue with perfect weather.Everything was perfect except the tight knot in my stomach that wouldn’t go away.My father was still in the hospital, still recovering from his
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