The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 30

Moonlight pierced through the window, its cold brilliance illuminating the room. Madelyn, clad in her nightgown, descended the stairs into the living room. Rarely prone to wake during the night, she had awakened thirsty only to find her water pitcher empty. As she made her way downstairs, sleep still fogging her vision, she turned and gasped at the unexpected sight of a dark silhouette on the couch.

“Ahh!”

Her drowsiness evaporated instantaneously, as the figure rose from the couch, switching on the wall light. The sudden brightness made her squint, and it took a moment for her to make out the man before her.

“Bro, what are you doing here? You didn’t go home?”

The room was steeped in a faint aroma of alcohol, a scent unmistakably emanating from Zach.

just got back from an outing? And why isn’t he

Zach’s intentions were as

His breath hitched, revealing a hint of disarray. She knew Zach was not one for infidelity–not until Jadie was out of the picture. After Jadie’s death, Zach had drowned himself in debauchery, sampling many women. Madelyn was aware that,

suddenly stretched out a hand, bracing it against the wall, blocking her path. A ripple

there something else

enough to cut through even the thickest armor, was daunting. His powerful aura, coupled with the thick scent of alcohol, left her feeling

Zach brushed her hair behind her ear. “Madelyn,

lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. She knew if she did, he would instantly spot her vulnerability, deducing

like you’ve been avoiding me. Is it because

proximity revealing the contours of her body

remembered the sight of her waist hollow revealed by

told, for an eighteen–year–old, her figure and body is extraordinarily well- developed. I wonder how many men will