Chapter 14
Ava’s POV
My head was pounding. Every inch of my body felt like it had been dragged through hell, and I could barely think straight. Everything was crashing down all at once, and the pressure was unbearable. I wanted to scream, but all I could do was sit there, frozen, as if doing nothing would somehow stop the storm swirling in my mind.
I had walked out on my father, and I had no intention of speaking to him anytime soon. Not that it would matter; he never listened to me anyway.
“This place is freaking huge!” Isabella’s voice snapped me out of my trance, her laughter echoing through the room Grayson had given me. I blinked, confused by her presence. I hadn’t even heard her come back in.
“I thought you left,” I said, staring at her with a frown.
Isabella paused halfway to the bed, looking at me like I’d grown a second head. “I left?” she echoed, clearly puzzled.
“Yeah,” I replied, rubbing my temples. “Remember? You were supposed to go home, and I was going to talk to Grayson. Then I’d call you afterward to tell you how it went?”
She burst out laughing. “Oh, that. Totally forgot about that.” She lifted her hand, revealing a bottle of wine. “Look what I found in the bar.”
I sighed, exasperated. “Bels, you can’t just go rummaging through people’s houses and stealing their wine. And wait—there’s a bar in this place?”
She grinned, knowing exactly how to push my buttons. “Yup. Well, I was going to leave, but I kind of got lost, and then I decided to explore. You know, this place has, like, everything. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a billionaire.”
“Excuse me? Billionaire? Who?”
She shot me a look. “Grayson Blackwood. Did you seriously not know?”
I stared at her, my mind struggling to process that information. Sure, I knew Grayson was rich, but I had no idea he was billionaire-rich. My thoughts drifted back to him, and I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of everything all over again.
Isabella sat down on the bed, her face softening with concern. “Take it the talk didn’t go so well?”
I grabbed the bottle from her, unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig before handing it back. We both knew it wasn’t a good habit, but it was one of those things we did—our not-so-classy, unspoken ritual. I didn’t care. Right now, I needed the burn of the alcohol to numb everything.
“The contract is sealed,” I said flatly, staring at the wall. “He won’t let me go, at least not for the next year, and my father’s going to follow through on his threat. I don’t know what to do, Bels. I really don’t.”
“Why don’t you just stay out of it?” she asked, casually taking another sip.
I blinked, turning to look at her. “What?”
She shrugged. “Lilian, this whole mess is because of their egos. Why are you getting involved? Let them sort it out.”
I shook my head, frustration rising in my chest. “Because I can’t. There are death threats flying around, Bels. My father could end up dead if I just sit back and do nothing.”
She snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Well, maybe that’d solve half your problems. Throw your mother in the mix, and you…”
I glared at her, though there was a tiny part of me that agreed. Isabella Perez…
She raised her hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Okay, okay, bad timing for that joke. But come on, you know I’m right. Your father’s an asshole, and your mother—well, don’t get me started.”
Before I could respond, my phone started ringing. I let out the hundredth sigh of the day, bracing myself as I looked at the screen: Speak of the devil.
“Mother,” I muttered, answering the call.
“Is this how I raised you, Ava?” Her voice was cold, disapproving as always. “Not only have you abandoned your husband, but now you’re associating with a man with a vile reputation who insulted your father? Have you no shame?”
I groaned inwardly, biting back the urge to snap. My mother was even worse than my father, and right now, the last thing I wanted was another lecture from her. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. She always found a way to get under my skin.
“Are you just going to sit there in silence?” she demanded. “You had plenty to say to your father earlier. Now get to the compound. Immediately!”
And with that, she hung up. No room for arguments. No concern for what I was feeling. Just commands.
“You know you could just not answer their calls, right?” Isabella said, her voice sharp with irritation. “What’s the worst that could happen? They disown you? Honestly, that would be a blessing.”
I knew her anger wasn’t directed at me. She was just frustrated with how much control my parents had over me, how I kept letting them pull me into their toxic world. She wasn’t wrong.
I stood up, walking over to the wardrobe. “I need to go,” I said, ignoring the look on her face.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to see her,” she snapped, her voice hard. “Lilian, are you serious?”
“If I don’t, it’ll just get worse. It’s better to—”
“Seriously, Lilian,” she cut me off, her frustration boiling over. “I am so tired of this. You almost died tonight, and the first thing out of her mouth wasn’t ‘Are you okay?’ but ‘Come see me now’? It’s after 10 p.m., for Goddess’ sake, and you’re still letting them control you. When are you going to start standing up for yourself?”
“Bels…” I groaned, but she wasn’t done.
“No, listen to me. You’re the Luna to the most powerful man in this country. Contracted or not, start acting like it. You’ve been running around in circles since yesterday. You almost died in a fire, and instead of taking care of yourself, you’re letting your parents run your life. You still need to get checked out, and you need to rest. And more than anything, you need to start living for yourself. Not for them. Not for Grayson. FOR YOU.”
Her words hit harder than I wanted to admit, but they were the same words she’d been telling me for years. And yet, I still couldn’t break free of the hold my family had on me. I didn’t know why.
But she wasn’t letting it go. “You want to be told what to do?” she said, her tone sharp. “Fine. Here it is. You’re not going anywhere tonight. I’m staying with you. We’re going to steal a couple more bottles, laugh like maniacs, talk crap about that asshole Dylan, and yeah, we’ll even talk about how hot Grayson is—because let’s be honest, he’s hot—how you’re going to survive this year without one of us jumping him, and how you are going to stop letting them control you. Then I’ll cuddle you to sleep. Do you understand?”
I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face despite the exhaustion weighing me down. “Yeah, I understand.”
“Good,” she smiled, her voice softening. “Now come here.”
She opened her arms, and I went to her, feeling her wrap me in a tight hug. “You know I love you, right?” she murmured into my hair.
“I know, Bels,” I whispered back. “I know.”
“Good,” she said again, pulling back and looking me straight in the eyes. “Because tomorrow—or the next day—you’re going to get out there and find a job, and you’re going to take your life back. Got it?”
I nodded, feeling the warmth of her words sink in like a blanket of reassurance. For a brief moment, I almost forgot the chaos in my life, until Isabella’s eyes lit up with that familiar mischievous glint. Her serious tone melted away as quickly as it had arrived, and she clapped her hands together excitedly.
“Now come on! Let’s go raid his bar! You’re going to gasp, I promise,” she laughed, already pulling me toward the door before I could object.
“Wait, Isabella—” I barely got the words out before she was dragging me into the hallway, our footsteps echoing through the grand, quiet mansion.
I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension momentarily easing off my shoulders as we rushed down the hall like teenagers sneaking around after curfew. Her enthusiasm was infectious. It was reckless, it was ridiculous, and maybe that’s exactly what I needed—a distraction, something that made me forget the endless pressure of my family and Grayson’s suffocating presence.
“Where is this bar of yours?” I asked breathlessly, still half-laughing as we rounded another corner.
“You’ll see. It’s ridiculous. You’re going to lose it,” she grinned.
When we reached the entrance to what I assumed was the bar, Isabella didn’t even pause. She pushed the heavy door open and flicked on the lights in one smooth motion.
The instant the room lit up, I froze. Not out of awe, but out of shock. My breath caught in my throat, my hand instinctively gripping Isabella’s arm as I took a step back, my eyes wide in front of the scene.
“What—what is it?” she asked, her voice faltering as she followed my gaze. The moment her eyes landed on what had me paralyzed, her mouth dropped open, eyes widening in shock.
“Oh my Goddess!”