Lahat ng Kabanata ng When love comes calling : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

I woke up with a pounding headache, staring up at the glittering chandeliers.This is not my room.Then I felt it—a strong arm wrapped around me, mixed with the scent of manly cologne.I looked at him. He was sleeping, so handsome… but wait.Shit. I cursed as memories of last night came rushing back—the moans, his hands on my body, the way he whispered those dirty words in my ear…“Oh my God.”I slowly got up from the king-size bed, gathering my clothes gently, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Whatever happened between us was just a fling, no strings attached. I wasn’t ready to open up to anyone after my last heartbreak.“Where were you all night?” Mum asked as I settled into my bed after a warm shower, trying to push him out of my mind.“Don’t tell me you chose to spend your birthday with Jason instead of family…”“More like I spent it at a club, trying to get over heartbreak,” I said.“Did he…” she started, her face showing she guessed what might have happened.“Mum, I don’t

The day of the engagement party finally arrived, and I wasn’t ready. Not mentally, not emotionally. But there was no turning back now. The entire Quinn family and the Kings clan gathered at the grand estate—a mansion so vast and magnificent, it could have starred in movies or glossy magazines.I took one last look at my reflection before heading downstairs. My dress was a sleek, deep crimson gown that hugged every curve. The color made my fiery red hair glow and brought out the piercing blue of my eyes. Damien had said he loved red. Funny—because it reminded me of blood, the kind I wanted to spill whenever I thought about how fast everything was moving.Mum waited for me in the living room, perfectly dressed in an elegant navy blue gown. She smiled warmly, but beneath that pride was something else—hope, maybe? I looked so much like her with my red hair and blue eyes, and Dad often told me I was her twin.“You look stunning, Zara,” she said softly.“Thanks,” I replied, though I didn’t

The sun poured through my bedroom window, but the light did little to chase away the shadows in my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers wrapped tightly around my phone, staring at Jason’s missed call. It was like a ghost haunting me, a reminder of a past I was desperate to leave behind.I didn’t want to answer. Not now, not ever. But the sound of my phone buzzing again made my heart race. My walls, though cracking from Damien’s gentle persistence, were still firmly up when it came to Jason.⸻“Zara, are you ready?” Mum’s voice floated up from downstairs, cheerful and oblivious to the storm inside me.“Almost,” I called back, sliding my phone into my purse.Today was the first big public event since the engagement party—a charity gala hosted by the Kings family. It was all glamour and smiles on the surface, but beneath it was the silent pressure of expectations, and the weight of the past looming closer every second.⸻I slipped into a shimmering silver gown that hugged my figure

The ride was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the air. City lights blurred past the tinted window, painting fleeting colors across Damien’s face as he stared straight ahead, unreadable. I leaned back against the leather seat, tracing idle patterns on my lap. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was heavy, almost like an unspoken language only we understood.But my chest ached. I couldn’t stop replaying the memory of Jason’s lips crushing mine. I had slapped him afterwards, disgusted with myself for letting it happen, but the guilt still clawed at me.The car slid smoothly down a private lane toward the jet terminal. Beyond the glass, runway lights shimmered like stars scattered across the ground. My pulse quickened when I saw Damien’s jet waiting for us, its sleek frame gleaming beneath the floodlights like a promise of escape.“Where are we headed?” I asked softly, though I already knew this was the beginning of our honeymoon.“Somewhere beautiful—like you,” Da