LOGINDear Lovely Readers…
This part ends where words fail. Some moments in this story are meant to hurt softly. Nina’s journey is not paused, it’s suspended. And Enzo is standing in the space between guilt, loyalty, and hope, learning that power means nothing when the people you love are fragile. What you’ve just experienced is not a conclusion. It’s a breath held too long. A silence that hasn’t decided what it wants to become yet. And in this world… silence is never safe. It always turns into something. I know Part Two has felt different. More layered. More emotionally charged in a way that doesn’t always give you easy answers or clean resolutions. That’s intentional. Nina is in that space now where she is no longer just surviving what’s happening around her… she’s beginning to exist within it differently. And Enzo, no matter how much control he thinks he holds… he is also learning that control has limits. And that’s where things start to get dangerous. Not because of outside enemies. But because of what happens internally when people stop being able to ignore what they feel. As we move into Part Three, I need to shift your attention somewhere else in this world. Giulia Santini. You’ve heard her name. You’ve felt her presence in moments that didn’t fully explain themselves. You’ve seen her from the edges of this story. That changes now. Part Three is not a continuation in the same tone. It is a shift. We step away from Nina and Enzo for a moment and enter Giulia’s world fully. And I need you to understand this clearly before you go in: Giulia is not a side note. She is not background noise. She is a story on her own. And her world carries a completely different emotional rhythm from what you’ve experienced so far. It is heavier in feeling. Darker in intention. And yes, significantly more steamy in content than anything you’ve read in Parts One and Two. Warning: Dark content ahead. Giulia’s story is intense. Emotionally. Psychologically. And in the way relationships are explored within her arc. It is not gentle storytelling. So if you’re someone who prefers to stay within the softer emotional tension of Nina and Enzo’s journey, you may choose to pause here and continue later. But if you’re ready to step into something more raw… more unfiltered… more emotionally and physically charged in its own way… Then Part Three belongs to you now. And after Giulia… We return. Not to where we left off. But to something changed by everything you’ve just seen. Because nothing in this world stays untouched for long. Not relationships. Not loyalties. Not even truth. Before you turn the page, I want to say this properly. Thank you. For reading this far. For sitting with these characters. For feeling their story instead of just skimming it. That matters more than you think. If this story has stayed with you even a little… please don’t forget to: Leave a review: it helps more readers find this story Like and vote: it boosts visibility on the platform Comments: I read them, even the chaotic ones… Follow so you don’t miss updates or new releases Every single one of those actions genuinely supports this story more than you know. And now… We meet Giulia Santini. All my love, T. Hush P.S. I already know some of you are about to act innocent in the comments after everything you just read. Don’t lie 😌As the private jet cut through the clouds, Roman sat quietly by the window.Several documents rested untouched on the table beside him. For once, he ignored them.The sun was beginning to set, casting warm orange light across the cabin. Normally, he appreciated moments like this. It gave him peace when he thinks about the choas in the Evercrest home. Today, he wanted the flight to end. Every hour felt longer than necessary. The sooner he got home, the better.A flight attendant approached. "Would you like anything, sir?"Roman looked up briefly. "No, thank you."She nodded and quietly stepped away.A few seconds later, his phone vibrated. It was a security update. His expression immediately sharpened as he opened the message.It was message from Roland. He had everything on sight and Celeste was having fun too with the ladies Fiona called friends. He thought that was good. His heart softened when he got a picture of them laughing and cooking. The other ones looked like they were try
RomanThe first thing I did after getting home was refuse to stay home.That probably sounded ridiculous.I had spent days wanting to come back, yet the moment I arrived, I arranged something else. I had to see Celeste first. And I arrived before they did. The restaurant overlooked the city through enormous glass windows. The lighting was soft, the atmosphere relaxed, and the food happened to be excellent.I checked my watch three times. n checked it again. Apparently, Germany hadn't fixed my patience problem.My phone buzzed. It was a text message from Roland. We're on our way now, boss. I narrowed my eyes and texted back. What's taking so long?He replied immediately. She had to say goodbye to her friends. I sent another text. She doesn't know you're bringing her to me, right?After a few minutes, his response came in: She doesn't. But she's asking a lot of questions. I smiled. Typical of Celeste. I could already imagine how curious she'd have been seeing Roland wasn't dri
The building looked ordinary from the outside. Nothing about it suggested that someone inside supposedly had information about Millie.I parked across the street and checked the address on my phone one last time. And it matched.After Roman left that morning, I had spent a few hours thinking about his note. The ridiculous man had actually hidden the cards beneath my pillow too. I had rolled my eyes when I found them. Then I had carefully put them into my purse.Just for emergencies.That didn't mean I was happy he didn't listen to me. With a sigh, I got out of the car and headed inside. The building was old but clean. A receptionist directed me toward the third floor.The woman I was meeting was already waiting. She looked to be in her late thirties and was seated near a window in a small office.Her sharp eyes immediately landed on me. "Celeste?""Yes." I nodded. She gestured toward the chair opposite her. "Sit."I sat.She leaned back, "I know why you're here.""Then save us both
Go to bed, Celeste. We'll talk tomorrow morning." I mumbled. Celeste looked at me from across the bed, her eyes still carrying a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and exhaustion.The words felt rushed even to my own ears.She opened her mouth as if she wanted to argue, but I stepped closer and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Please."She studied my face for a moment before finally nodding. "Okay."I knew I was pulling the fast string. I knew I was forcing things forward before she had enough time to think about everything that had happened.But I also knew Viktor.The man was patient when it suited him, but when he wanted something, he moved quickly. If I gave him enough time, he would find another way to get close to her.I wasn't willing to take that chance.Not when Celeste was finally my wife.I watched her lay down and cover herself up on the bed. The silence that followed settled heavily around me.For a few moments, I simply stood there. Then I thought, I had so
A boy who sat two rows ahead of her in middle school. Apparently, she spent an entire year pretending she didn't like him while accidentally embarrassing herself every chance she got. I laughed until my sides hurt. Then came the high school story. That one was even worse. According to Fiona, she once wrote a love letter. Unfortunately, she accidentally dropped it in the wrong bag. I laughed so hard I nearly cried again. Then came her workplace romance story. Which somehow involved a broken coffee machine, three misunderstandings, and a fire alarm. By the time she finished, I was practically wheezing. I felt normal. The conversation continued for a while longer. Eventually, exhaustion returned and my eyelids became heavy. Fiona noticed immediately. "You should sleep now. I think we've been awake enough." “Right. I've got to work and check on my assistant too.” “Oh but you're not leaving this place.” Fiona said sternly. “I know. I know. I'm just saying.” We both laughed
Roman I had made up my mind that Millie was finished. Not just her, everyone involved. The moment I received confirmation that some men had attempted to burn my wife alive, whatever patience I had left disappeared. I sat at the conference table inside the penthouse meeting room, staring at a presentation on a large screen. One of our German partners was explaining projected figures. Another was discussing expansion opportunities. A third was talking about quarterly forecasts. I heard every word. Unfortunately, none of it stayed in my head. My thoughts were with Celeste. The image refused to leave me alone. Her terrified face. I wished I was there to save her from that trauma. She's had enough. "Mr. Evercrest?" I looked up. One of the executives was waiting for my response. Apparently, he had asked me a question. I had absolutely no idea what it was. I straightened slightly. "Continue." The man hesitated before nodding. The meeting resumed. Five minutes later, I checked m
The reminder of the kiss felt obscene now. Wrong. How had those same hands that just pulled a trigger been touching me hours ago? “I thought—” I couldn’t finish. “You thought what? That tonight meant something?” He stepped cl
Nina's POV His voice was hard when he asked, his eyes dark as they moved over me in a way that made my skin feel too hot. “What are you wearing?” I’d found the dress in the closet. Someone had put it there along with all the other clothes he’d had delivered for me. This one had been pushed to
I needed to clear my head. The garden had become suffocating after Nico left, the air too thick with questions I couldn’t answer, so I went back inside, wandering the halls with no real destination in mind. T
The car pulled up in front of a boutique I’d only ever walked past before, this place with a single dress in the window and no price tags because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.Enzo got out first and opened my door, extending his hand like we were on an actual date instead of whatever t







