Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 60

It Will Never Be

I fold another sweater and shove it into the cardboard box in front of me, not bothering to

keep it neat.

It will be a pain to dig through the box and figure out where everything is, but I

don't

care.

Mother hums to herself as she walks down the hallway from her room to the hallway bathroom. She seems to be unbothered by the chaotic mess.

Clothes, books and random things are scattered everywhere, all over the floor.

I roll my eyes and peek my head out of my bedroom. "Are you expecting me to clean up

all this mess?"

Mother stops with her shampoo in her hands, frowning. "Of course not. Jake is hiring a cleaning company to take care of everything we leave behind. Just take what you want."

"How can you be so calm about this?" I ask.

She shrugs, walking toward her room again. "I'm ready to start this new chapter of

our

lives."

A new chapter. Yeah right. Something tells me nothing is going to change except our living situation. "Does Jake know you're an alcoholic?"

She gasps, jaw dropped. "Don't be so dramatic. So, I like to finish my day off with a glass

of wine, that doesn't make me an alcoholic, Alina."

I sneer at her. She says it's a glass of wine, but it's more like bottles. With an s.

Moving into Jake's house feels more like stepping into a twisted version of my life than

of fresh start, and dread

listen to me when I told her that I could keep living here and she could live with

what's worse: pretending everything is fine or knowing I'll be living under

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end of the day.

our conversation yesterday. His confession that he's

Fuck.

be flattered at

as him. The larger part of

could get a

And what?

see a future

I don't.

He makes me feel normal; he makes me

shake the thoughts away and shove another handful of

walks to the

hands.

quick. Jake's house is fully furnished, and I'm sure he does not want

the last of the boxes into the car,

house is silent, my nerves eating me up too much to let me speak. Not

His tall frame leans casually against the doorframe, but his eyes are anything but relaxed. They're locked on me, intense and burning, and I can't help the

his voice low as

from yesterday echo in

only

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I'll get to

And yet, I can't stop the wild flutter in my chest whenever he looks at me,

carry our boxes inside, leading the way to my new room. My mother follows close behind, chattering about how nice everything

will be your room," Jake says,

a vanity tucked in the corner. There's no bathroom. The

is sandwiched

I ask before I can

"Alina, don't be rude. You should be grateful you have your own

I've been uprooted and shoved into this house to

and