Chapter 18
Meanwhile, Marissa had no idea what was coming.
The decision to hold the wedding in the States came from Adrian’s father. Though he’d lived abroad for years, most of Adrian’s extended family, including his grandparents, still resided in the U.S. They hadn’t seen him in years, and hosting the ceremony in Westbridge Heights, where they were based, felt like the natural choice for a family reunion.
Planning a wedding on short notice was chaos.
Vendors, fittings, invites, venues–it was all moving at lightning speed. Marissa barely had time to catch her breath. She was constantly running from one thing to the next, completely swamped. In the madness, she hadn’t given Declan a single thought.
But just because she had forgotten him… didn’t mean he had forgotten her.
So when she found herself cornered by him outside the restroom–again–Marissa could only feel exasperated.
All it had taken was one solo outing without Adrian, and Declan had found his opening. Clearly, from now on, any time she had to go out in Westbridge Heights, she needed someone with her.
She took a breath and asked flatly, “What do you want?”
Declan didn’t answer right away. He just stared at her like she was something rare and precious he’d finally gotten back. That look–so open, so intense–made her frown instinctively.
She opened her mouth to speak again, but he suddenly reached up–and the world went black.
When she came to, Marissa found herself lying in a room that looked… painfully familiar.
Still groggy, she sat up and instinctively reached for her phone. Nothing.
Before she could process the growing unease in her chest, there was a knock on the door. She didn’t
respond, but whoever it was didn’t wait for permission. The door opened on its own.
And there he was.
Declan.
Of course.
“Marissa,” he said gently, “you should eat something.”
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He stepped in with a tray of food, setting it down on the table beside the bed with infuriating calm. “Figured you’d be awake by now. It’s been hours since you last ate.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. Honestly, she was surprised he’d even bothered to bring food himself.
But her stomach
was already protesting, and she was too tired to fight. Without saying a word, she took the utensils and started eating.
Declan looked stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting her cooperation. Then he laughed softly, pleased.
“You’re adjusting quickly,” he said with a smile. “Guess it was worth the trouble collecting all your old things and redecorating the room just the way you used to like it.”
Her hand paused mid–bite.
She glanced around–and sure enough, the décor, the layout, even the scent of the room… it was a near–perfect replica of her old bedroom from three years ago.
A chill ran down her spine.
Her voice was quiet but firm. “Why?”
Why kidnap her, bring her here, and rebuild something from a life she’d already left behind?
Declan didn’t move from where he sat, keeping just enough distance to seem nonthreatening. He
hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket–the one he never went
anywhere without.
“Because I love you, Marissa,” he said, voice low and steady. “And I can’t let you go. I just… can’t.”
He opened the box and slid the ring toward her.
“You were the only one who stood by me when I had nothing. When I was at my worst, you never gave up on me. I was too stupid to see what that meant, but when you left… that’s when I realized I couldn’t breathe without you.”
“So please, Marissa–don’t marry him.”
“Don’t leave me. Don’t walk away from what we had.”
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For once, his voice wasn’t cool or commanding. It was raw. Fragile. She couldn’t remember ever seeing Declan look so uncertain.
But instead of being moved, Marissa only frowned faintly.
Love?
This was what he called love?
In her mind, love wasn’t something that showed up late to the party. It wasn’t something you realized only after losing everything.
Real love–true love–never needed a second chance to prove itself. Because even if you didn’t recognize it at the time, your heart always would.