Areston thinks he can shield me from his past, but what he doesn't realize is I'm already part of it.
The darkness that haunts him? It's the same one that's been chasing me for years.
I've given him everything-my body, my heart, my soul-and still...
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Couldn't update yesterday so there'll be two more back-to-back updates tomorrow and day after.
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"Mommy, when will Uncle Chase marry Inessa?" Kryslian murmurs sleepily while being wrapped around me like a koala bear.
I laugh. "I don't know, munchkin. Who told you he'll marry her?"
"Grandma Jen."
I roll my eyes. "Grandma Jen is deluded and talks too much."
"I want to become a popstar and sing in concerts like Inessa Langford, mommy."
"Yeah? You don't want to become like mommy? Go to work in Chanel suits and big heels?"
"Can I do both?"
"Of course, you can, munchkin." I whisper in her ear, brushing her hair back with my free hand.
"I also want to fly to space in the spaceship Uncle Res will build for me and Kenzo."
I smile, kissing her head. "It's alright. We'll become a popstar like Inessa, go to work like mommy, and then fly to space. We can do all we want."
"With Kenzo."
"With Kenzo."
"No Kenzo," my husband asserts in almost a growl as he follows us up from behind. "She's heavy for you. Let me hold her. Come here, princess."
Before I can protest, he transfers the child from my arms to his. Kryslian is more than happy to be there.
"Are you hungry, princess?" He asks her.
For the entire world, he's this figure, unyielding and untouchable, but for me and her, he melts. This side of him that is reserved just for us two causes something to tug deep in my heart.
He'll be a hands-on father.
No children, Juliette. Too early for that. My mind snaps. Don't want him to freak out. School your features before he reads your thoughts.
"Wait for me. I just need to say a quick goodbye to Ines and congratulate her on the show. I'll be back in five minutes," I brush my mouth against Areston's.
The backstage is buzzing with the typical post-show energy. Not that I have been to many because I am not exactly a concert-goer type. I head to the extreme end of the corridor with the most privacy where Inessa's dressing room is located.
The entry to the corridor is guarded by two bulky men and I have a feeling I have seen them somewhere before. They look like my brother's bodyguards but I could be mistaken as I have never paid close attention before.
