Bonds

Chapter 120

THIS IS NOT A PART OF THE STORY AND DEFINITELY NOT PART OF THE WORD COUNT

I have been having a mental battle with myself on whether I should put this at the beginning or at the end of this chapter.

I guess if you are reading this, you know which side emerged as the winner.

I have been meaning to put this out there for a while but even with the fact that I could still hide behind my screen where no one can see me type this, I still didn’t allow myself. I took a breather so here I am. Anyway, this is the Author. Obviously. I just rolled my eyes at myself.

To anyone that will read the book up until this point to see this note, I want to say a really big thank you. I know it takes a lot to stick to a book because I for one understand. I mean before I decided to be brave enough to pen down the ideas in my head, I read hundreds of books. I didn’t stick with some to the end so again it really means a lot and again, thank you.

As a reader I know how annoying it is when two people are destined to be together and yet they aren’t. All the books that I have read revolving around this, annoyed me. I have seen some comments and I totally understand.

Amaya and Alex are meant to be together. It’s inevitable but I want to put it out there that everything that has happened in the book has happened for a reason. I love it when the books I read makes a lot of sense which is what I have been trying to do so yes, I do understand that’s it’s really frustrating, the endless cycle in their relationship but I promise, it will make sense at the end so if you have decided to stick with me this far, once again, I say thank you and I promise that I will continue the make it worth your while.

I just have to do this. A little spoiler. The coming chapters are going to be crazy good. I already have the ideas swirling in my head and I am really excited to pen them down. EVERYTHING WILL MAKE SENSE. All the brewing storm, the drama, it’s about to come crashing down and I hope I am able to the way I have nailed it in my head.

I love

a good mystery and this is something you all will not see coming or will you?

If you have decided stick with me but you are having second thoughts because of the dynamics of Amaya and Alex’s relationship, I want you to know that I understand. When two people are meant to be, they are meant to be so Maylex or Alexmaya(lol I can’t come up with a ship name for them) will happen, you just have to stick around a little longer to see it come to pass.

So this is where

my

note comes to an end. I really hope you get to read it and like I ended this particular chapter, I hope you are eager to know the answer to this question:

What would happen next?

-Maya’s POV-

Green.

That was the first thing that popped into my head when I thought of Amaya. Not emerald green, not lime green, just… green. Her eyes. I hadn’t even realized I had a favorite color until the day we were hanging out, just messing around, and she challenged me to guess hers. I blurted out green, a complete shot in the dark, and her face lit up with this surprised joy that made my heart skip a beat.

Green it was.

How could my favorite color be something so… basic? But then I realized it wasn’t just any green. It was the green of

brought me back to reality. “Are you trying to calculate how long the poison will take to kick in?” Her voice was laced with

Santhar

smile that spread across my face. Truth be told, I had been smiling a lot lately. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Miranda had been strangely absent for the past few weeks. Honestly,

dead since you haven’t graced me with a reply,” Her dry tone cut in

moment, I saw it again – the green, the fire,

going to say anything, stop staring. I’m

her even more, her scowl deepening. She buried her head back in her paperwork, but the tension in the air

and the occasional

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on?” I asked,

that doesn’t concern you,”

Maybe a topic she cared about would case the

the business partners, right? Leave

a low murmur. “You always loved it when I distracted you, especially when you were swamped with

flicker of something crossed her face

–

of a ghost of a smile? Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a

her papers shut with a finality that brooked no argument. “Where are you going?”

you clearly think I’m some kind of toy you can play with whenever you’re

I had pushed it too far. The truth was, I didn’t want her to leave. I craved her presence, even if it meant enduring her barbed

reached the door, her hand

leave,” I continued, urgency creeping into my voice.

spun on her heel, her eyes blazing. “Messing around? You think this is funny? That I’m some kind of plaything you can pick up and discard at your leisure? I’m not,

speak, but she cut me off, her voice rising with each word. “What is this, huh? You’ve been showing up here for three weeks straight, acting like the past four years never happened. Like you didn’t reject me, like you didn’t make me feel worthless, like you didn’t throw me out because you thought I was cheating with your best friend. In one fell swoop, you destroyed two lives because you couldn’t communicate like a grown–up.

had to swallow. I knew I was wrong. Every part of me

to the floor as she shoved me, her anger a tangible force. It wasn’t a strong shove, barely a nudge, but it sent a jolt through me. There was a fire in her eyes,

anger giving way to something raw and vulnerable.“Why can’t you let me have some peace?” Tears welled up in

Tears.

sight of them ripped a hole through my carefully constructed facade. I stood there, rooted to the spot, as she pounded

Ivan barely talks to me anymore, all because of you.

wrong. Every fiber of my being

than reason, stronger than self–preservation. It was a force I didn’t

of explanation. But the words wouldn’t come.