MasukVaughn’s Point of ViewMy jaw clenched so hard the bone ached. The possessive beast I kept locked in the dark clawed its way to the surface, screaming for blood. Before I could think twice, I excused myself from the senator and walked straight over to them. The asshole shifted slightly. I bet he was fixing what was bothering him between his legs.“A stór,” I said, my voice dripping with dark possessiveness. No one looks at what’s mine like that. I didn’t wait for an invitation.I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest so hard her shoulder blades hit my ribs. I looked the motherfucker dead in the eye, my gaze icy. “I don’t think we’ve met.”The asshole didn’t back down. He stood tall, offering a tight, challenging smile. “Kameron Davis,” he said, extending a hand. “Orana and I went to high school together.”I stared at his hand for a beat too long before taking it, giving him a grip tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. “Vaughn Carson,” I said, my voi
Vaughn’s Point of ViewI stared at her, my heart bruising against my ribs. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the dress I had chosen for her weeks ago, but the emotional distance between us felt like something I could never cross again.I walked past her, not waiting for her to join my side. But as I brushed past her on the stairs, her sweet scent washed over me—the intoxicating mix of caramel, marshmallow, and warm skin—and fuck, it nearly brought me to my knees. I kept my eyes trained forward, hardening my grip on the banister as we headed down to play fucking house together.Her parting words from this morning lingered in my mind, a blade scraping against my ribs. I glanced over at her while trying to be as subtle as I could. Orana sat perfectly still, her hands resting in her lap, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights.I should have told her to stay home. I should have spared us both this torture. But as my eyes swept over her, I knew the dress she was wearing made her loo
Orana’s Point of ViewTen days had passed, and Vaughn and I were still avoiding each other. When I entered a room, he would leave immediately. But today, I woke up with hot tears already spilling over my eyelashes.I moved from my bed and went to the bathroom after I found him holding me tight. I loved it, yet hated it too.I sat on the floor, clutching my phone as I stared down at the glowing screen, at the notification flashing back at me: ‘Your fertile window has begun. You are ovulating.’I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging myself as a quiet sob escaped my throat. If only I had been stronger. If only I had taken better care of my body, if I hadn’t let the stress get to me, I would have been fourteen weeks pregnant right now. We would have been planning for our baby.I covered my mouth, wiping the fresh tears from my cheeks, when the bathroom door swung open. Vaughn walked in, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me on the floor, his eyebrows knitting and concern flashing thr
Orana’s Point of View“What happened?” I asked, my voice coming out loud as I stormed into my brother’s office.Sean looked up from his desk, his expression tightening. Before he could answer, his eyes flicked toward the other person sitting in the leather armchair across from him.My heart stopped—my husband.Shit. I had no idea Vaughn was going to be here.I narrowed my eyes, an icy shiver running down my spine as I stared at him, wondering what he was doing in my brother’s office. “What’s going on?” I demanded, looking between the two of them.Sean opened his mouth to explain, but Vaughn beat him to it.“Just a visit,” Vaughn said, his deep voice sending a painful tremor through my chest. He stood up, his hazel eyes raking over me, tracing the lines of my face and body as if he were trying to memorize every single curve, searching for any sign that I was slipping away from him.“Excuse me,” Vaughn murmured, preparing to step past me.“Let’s finish this later?” Sean called out to hi
Orana’s Point of ViewDays have bled into one another, and Vaughn and I are living like complete roommates. Except for the few times in the middle of the night when I wake up just to find him holding me, his arms wrapped around my waist.Every single morning, he gets up and leaves before I am even awake, but his cologne always clings to my skin and the sheets when I finally open my eyes. His scent is fresh and clean, which I love so much.I haven’t seen him face-to-face in ten days. The only proof of his presence is the stunning bouquet of fresh flowers that arrives at my office every single morning.Or the ones I find back home when I get back from work. Like the ones that are currently sitting in my library. They are all flowers that I love, and he knows it.“Do you think Daddy will like the painting?” Liorah asked me as I did her hair, making sure it wasn’t tangled.Since it was Friday and a holiday, Callahan asked me to drop Liorah off at his office because he was caught up with w
Vaughn’s Point of ViewOnce I was satisfied with the flowers, I headed over to the office. When I arrived, the day began to stretch out before me like an endless haze.I went through my meetings, signed contracts, and reviewed financials, distracted. I kept looking at my phone, hoping she would text me the messages she sends me during the day.I picked up my phone several times to call her, desperately wanting to hear her voice, but I remembered my promise. I had told her that I would wait. I had told her I’d give her space. So, I forced myself to put the phone back down and wait.Suddenly, my phone rang, vibrating against the mahogany desk. My heart leaped into my throat, and I almost rushed to pick it up, praying it was Orana, but the caller ID read Sienna, and my heart sank.I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. “Sienna,” I said, my voice clipped and weary.“What the fuck did you do this time?” she demanded, her voice sharp through the receiver.I closed my eyes, leaning back
Orana’s Point of View“How could you?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.You! You, of all people, worked with my father?Callahan turned first. His eyes found mine, and there was no surprise or guilt in them. just satisfaction knowing he had me where he wanted.I had thought I understood
Orana’s point of view“Can you tell me why the hell we are not going to this meeting?” Edward asked, plopping down on the armchair in front of me.I glanced at him. His thick curls looked messy, yet the outfit he wore today made him look so handsome. I smiled at myself, then lowered my gaze back to
Orana’s point of viewSpending the day with Liorah was so nice. I had missed my little girl, and I didn’t think I would enjoy spending time with her like this.We moved through shops while she held my hand the whole time, her grip small but certain, as if she knew I wouldn’t let go.She laughed at
Orana’s Point of View“I want a divorce.”For a second, I thought I had misheard him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, nails digging into the marble countertop. I knew one day this day would come. I always dreaded it, but today it was happening.“What?”Across from me, he didn’t s







