Bonds

Chapter 138

-Maya’s POV-

Everything was set in motion, every piece carefully placed on the chessboard. Just like Alex predicted, Christian hadn’t been able to track the source of the message. There were no other options – it was for me to meet with Ivan.

Alex had meticulously planned every detail, leaving no room for error. He’d be my constant shadow, ensuring Ivan believed I was truly alone. Now I stood in front of the mirror, dressed up. It was almost time.

“The hair suits you,” Alex’s voice sounded from behind me, his words barely audible over the nervous fluttering in my stomach. I didn’t tear my gaze away from the reflection in the mirror, but I could feel him enter the small bathroom.

Silence stretched, thick and heavy, before I finally muttered a quiet, “Thank you.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror, ready to face whatever awaited me. But he reached out a hand, gently stopping me in my tracks.

“Amaya,” he whispered.

A jolt of deja vu slammed into me. This, this very moment, mirrored our first encounter. I looked up, meeting his blue eyes – eyes that had always held a power over me, a power that always managed to disarm me. The intensity of his gaze was too much, and I quickly looked away.

I tried to step past him again, but his hand shot out, gripping my arm lightly. “Amaya, please.”

Frustration bubbled up inside me, threatening to spill over. “What do you want me to say, Alex? You’re making me sound like a broken record repeating the same lines over and over. I don’t know how you think things can just magically be okay between us. Believe me, I want it to be okay. I’ve wanted it to be the moment I stepped back into your life a decision fueled by the need to stop lying to myself. But it’s not easy, Alex. Not by a

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long shot. And right now, this…. this isn’t the time for this conversation.”

wills. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before

started, “are you going

his words, to truly understand what he was asking. “I don’t know,” I admitted honestly, the answer a tangled mess of emotions swirling within

briefly crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a curt nod. “If that’s what you want,” he said, his voice flat

me as Alex turned away. Before he could disappear down the hallway, I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me. “Are you going to try to take them

at the corner of his lips, a contrast to the turmoil in his eyes. “I’m done hurting you. All I want is for us to be okay, for things to be… normal. I want to get to know my children, but you raised them on your own, you picked up the pieces after all the mistakes I made. This is your call. You do

voice cut through the tense air, his tone clipped and urgent. “The car is ready,” he announced, the unspoken message clear: it was time

nodded, my throat constricting with a mix of emotions. Stealing one last glance at Alex, his face etched with a mixture of

dank, claustrophobic tunnels where I’d been held captive before, this place felt different. The air was clean, devoid of the stale, musty smell

into overdrive. There, in a designated play area filled with

sprinted towards them, my legs propelled by a desperate need to hold them close, to feel them

my face in a torrent of relief. “Mommy’s here,” I whispered, my voice thick

them tightly, I pulled back slightly, my gaze scanning their faces for any sign of harm. Little Ivy, ever the chatterbox, was already pointing at a brightly colored teddy bear. “Look, Mommy! Teddy goes roar!” she exclaimed, her bright eyes sparkling with innocent joy.

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Chapter 138

my racing heart to slow down enough to register Nate’s words. “Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice thick with a mix of sleepiness

me, tinged with a deep ache of guilt for the fear and uncertainty they must have endured. “We need to get out of here,” I whispered, my voice firm despite the tremor running through me.

as I started to formulate a plan, a voice sliced through the air, cold and calculating. I looked up, my blood running cold. Adrian stood at the doorway, a cruel

think it would be that easy, did you?” he drawled, his

closer, glaring daggers at him. “Where’s Ivan?” I demanded, my voice

he replied nonchalantly. His gaze flickered to the twins.

them well. They’ve been very well

me leave that easily. “What kind of game are you playing?” I spat, my voice tight with suspicion. “Why isn’t Ivan here?”