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.”

felt like an eternity

“are you going to take them

emotions. It took me a moment to process his words, to truly understand what he was asking. “I don’t know,” I admitted honestly, the

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

away. Before he could disappear down the hallway, I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me. “Are you

to be… normal. I want to get

tense air, his tone clipped and urgent. “The car

Stealing one last glance at Alex, his face etched with a mixture of sadness and determination, I followed Christian

captive before, this place felt different. The air was clean,

room, my breath caught in my throat. My heart went into overdrive. There, in a designated play area filled with brightly colored toys, were my

walls crumbled. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I sprinted towards them, my legs propelled by a desperate need to hold them

hug, tears streaming down my face in a torrent of relief. “Mommy’s here,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “Mommy’s

any sign of harm. Little Ivy, ever the chatterbox, was already pointing

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Chapter 138

heart to slow down enough to register Nate’s words. “Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice thick

for the fear and uncertainty they must have endured.

the air, cold and calculating. I looked up, my blood running cold. Adrian stood at the doorway, a cruel

would be that easy, did you?” he drawled, his voice laced with a sickening

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

with more important matters,” he replied nonchalantly. His gaze flickered to

continued, his tone almost grudgingly complimentary. “You raised them well. They’ve been very well behaved. Go on then, he gestured towards the door, a mocking smile plastered on his face,

desperately searching for a way out. They wouldn’t let me leave that easily. “What kind of game are you playing?” I spat, my voice tight with suspicion.