𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
I know I promised the updates a bit earlier, but lately, there's been a lot going on in my life. While y'all might think, "All she has to do is edit and post, why can't she just do that?" — well, I can't. I can't do my work half-heartedly because it kills my creativity for future projects and demotivates me. As much as I'd like to admit I write casually, most of the time it engulfs my soul, leaving nothing behind. And as a perfectionist, I like my work to be perfect. I know I still sometimes make mistakes, but I always give my best and put my all into it.
So thank you so much for being patient with me, and I'm sorry for the late update. 🩶
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I was born with a silver spoon, and when I grew up, a diamond spoon was forcefully shoved into my mouth, leaving cuts that time could never heal.
My better half and I had anything but a normal upbringing, but we tried—and proved to the world—that we are still normal.
Rich people's problems, like getting randomly kidnapped and tortured to blackmail our older sibling, were nothing new to us.
But only to us.
So the moment I checked Angel's phone location out of habit and saw it heading toward the city instead, a brutal twist of dread clenched inside me.
Something in my gut screamed that something was wrong.
My hands shook as I immediately called Raghuveer Bhaiya, only to have my worst fears confirmed—the unease in my chest wasn't just paranoia.
It was real.
Raghu Bhaiya and I quickly discussed the location, and he firmly insisted on driving me there, taking charge of the situation. I notified Yashwardhan Bhaiya, who was in town.
He assured me he'd send security to follow our car and have the Jadeja Estates opened, since Vedika Di was out of town and I didn't want her to panic when she's returning.
We pulled up to the Jadeja estate sometime before dawn. The massive iron gates groaned open as Raghuveer bhaiya steered us through, the tires crunching over gravel.
The estate loomed ahead—towering marble pillars, flawlessly trimmed gardens—but the air was thick, weighted with a tension that all the luxury in the world couldn't smooth over.
"Easy," I said as I helped Eve and Armani out, then headed to the other side to help Myra.
She looked the most exhausted of the three. "Myra," I said softly. She nodded and took my hand.
We entered the Estates building, which was under tight security. Myra's eyes widened at the sight of the gunmen, and her grip on my bicep tightened with every step.
