The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, painting Nolan's skin in warmth. Selena stirred against his chest, her cheek pressed to the rise and fall of his breathing. For the first time in weeks, her heart wasn't racing with doubt but with peace.
His hand absently stroked her back, fingers tracing lazy circles. He wasn't asleep either. "You're staring," he murmured without opening his eyes.
Selena smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "You make it hard not to."
Nolan finally opened his eyes, their stormy gray softer in the morning glow. "Careful. If you keep looking at me like that, I'll never let you leave this bed."
Her laugh melted into a sigh as his lips brushed hers, slow and sweet. What began as tenderness soon deepened, his hand slipping lower, pulling her closer until their breaths tangled. Their bodies moved with unspoken understanding, need reigniting as if the night hadn't been enough.
Selena gasped as Nolan rolled over her, his weight pressing her into the sheets. His kiss devoured, claiming every inch of her mouth. When his lips trailed lower, teasing her breasts until she moaned his name, Selena's doubts scattered like ash.
"I love you," she whispered, trembling as his tongue drew fire across her skin.
Nolan froze, his eyes snapping to hers. For a heartbeat, silence stretched between them. Then he crushed his lips to hers, groaning into the kiss as though those words undid him completely.
"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough.
"I love you," she repeated, softer but sure.
And in that moment, he gave himself to her again—every thrust, every kiss a vow. Their cries mingled with the morning sun, the room echoing with the sound of love and desperation intertwined.
When it was over, Nolan held her tightly, his forehead pressed to hers. "You're mine, Selena. Nothing—no one—will ever take you from me."
Selena believed him. Or at least, she wanted to.
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But peace never lasted.
That afternoon, as Selena dressed to leave for a meeting with a friend, her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.
> Meet me tonight. 9 PM. Café Lumière. Come alone. Or you'll regret it.
Her blood ran cold. She didn't need to ask who it was. Clara.
Selena stared at the screen, her hands trembling. Nolan had promised transparency, had sworn Clara was the past. But something inside told her this meeting wasn't optional. If she ignored it, Clara would find another way—maybe something worse.
That night, against her better judgment, Selena went.
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Café Lumière was dimly lit, quiet at this hour. Clara sat at a corner table, dressed immaculately in black, her lipstick a sharp crimson slash against pale skin. She smiled when Selena approached, but the smile was more blade than warmth.
"Selena," she drawled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I was wondering if you'd come."
Selena sat stiffly across from her. "Say what you came to say and stop playing games."
Clara's laugh was low, cruel. "Straight to the point. Fine. You think you know Nolan. You think he's given you everything. But men like him… they never change."
Selena's chest tightened. "He told me everything about you. About your lies, your betrayal. I don't care what you say."
Clara leaned forward, her eyes glinting. "Then what about this?"
She slid a manila envelope across the table. Selena hesitated, then opened it—and her world tilted.
Inside were photos. Documents. Proof.
A younger Nolan, smiling with another woman. Bank transfers. Letters. A hospital record.
Selena's hands shook as she flipped through them. "What is this?"
"Evidence," Clara said smoothly. "Of the life he had before you. Of the secrets he's still hiding."
Selena's breath caught on one page—a birth certificate. A child's name. A mother's name she didn't recognize. Nolan's listed as the father.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. "No… no, this can't be real."
"Oh, it's real," Clara purred. "And you're just another fool, blinded by his charm. He never loved me, never loved anyone. You're just his latest distraction."
Selena's vision blurred with tears. She shoved the envelope back at Clara. "You're lying. You forged this."
"Did I?" Clara's smile widened. "Ask him. And when he stammers, when he avoids your eyes—you'll know."
Selena stood abruptly, her chair scraping back. She wanted to scream, to deny it all. But the images burned into her mind like scars.
"Stay away from us," she hissed.
Clara's final words followed her out the door like a curse. "If you stay with him, Selena, you'll regret it. He'll destroy you, just like he destroyed me."
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By the time Selena returned to Nolan's apartment, her body was trembling with rage and confusion. He looked up from the couch, smiling when he saw her, but his smile faltered at her expression.
"What happened?" he asked, standing.
Selena threw the envelope onto the table between them. "You tell me."
Nolan's face paled.
Her chest cracked. "Is it true?"
He didn't answer. Not immediately. His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
Selena's tears spilled. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Nolan stepped toward her, his voice raw. "Because it was a mistake. A past I buried. It doesn't matter anymore."
"It matters to me!" she cried, shoving at his chest. "You said no more secrets! You said I had all of you!"
His arms caught her wrists, pulling her close as his voice broke. "And you do! God, Selena, you do. That life—it was before you. Before I knew what love could feel like. You are everything to me."
Selena sobbed against him, torn between pushing him away and clinging tighter. His lips crushed hers, desperate, demanding.
"Don't let her win," he begged between kisses. "Don't let Clara take you from me."
Their mouths collided again, rough, bruising, passion and pain colliding in a storm. Clothes tore, hands clutched, bodies sought solace in the only way they knew how—through fire and surrender.
Selena's cries mixed with Nolan's groans as they moved together, harder, faster, rawer than ever before. It wasn't just sex; it was war, it was confession, it was need.
When she shattered around him, Nolan buried his face in her neck, whispering like a prayer, "You're mine. Only mine."
And for now, she let herself believe it.
But deep down, Clara's warning echoed.
If he could hide this… what else hadn't he told her?
🔥 Clara finally made her strongest move yet—revealing a shocking secret from Nolan's past. Is it real, or is it another of her manipulations? Either way, Selena is shaken to the core.
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Selena demands answers. Nolan swears the truth—but will his confession be enough to hold her, or is this the crack that finally breaks them?