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.

And why isn’t

intentions were

glint in his eyes. 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

hand, bracing it against the wall, blocking her path. A ripple of panic coursed through

there something else you

each beat faster than the last. His piercing gaze, sharp enough to cut through even the thickest armor, was daunting. His powerful aura, coupled with

“Madelyn, have I done something to upset

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

it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Is it because

in closer, this proximity revealing the contours of her body

remembered the sight of her waist

figure and body is extraordinarily well- developed. I wonder how many men will fall beneath her