Snow’s Point of View:

I woke up with a groan, the sunlight peeking through the curtains feeling more offensive than usual. My entire body ached, and the dull pain in my lower stomach made me curl up under the covers.

“What now?” I muttered, pressing a hand against my belly. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I felt irritable, tired, and downright miserable.

Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the bathroom, only to freeze when I saw the telltale signs in the toilet.

“Great,” I sighed, whispering to myself as I grabbed a pad. “Going to be grumpy today.”

Letting out another deep breath, I took my shower, trying to clear my head, but nothing seemed to help. The pounding in my temples had started, and my vision felt worse than usual—everything was blurry around the edges, like someone had smeared the world with paint.

I tried not to think about it. I’d been noticing it for a while, but I was too scared to bring it up to anyone. When I searched my symptoms online, the answers only made it worse. What if I was going blind?

“No,” I whispered firmly, shaking my head as I stood in front of my closet. “Stop thinking about that.”

I needed comfort today, so I grabbed a big hoodie—one of Zino’s, judging by how oversized it was—and pulled it on with a pair of pants. At least this would make me feel hidden, small, invisible to the world.

After struggling to put on my shoes—my head was pounding so much it was hard to focus—I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs, one slow step at a time. I heard voices faintly coming from the living room, my father’s deep tone mixing with someone else’s. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to clear my vision, but it didn’t help much.

As I stepped off the last stair, I heard someone call me.

“Princess.”

The voice made me freeze. I looked up slowly, my blurry vision trying to adjust to the figure in front of me. My heart dropped when I realized who it was.

Kingston Grey.

He was standing there, tall and commanding, dressed in a fitted blue suit that looked like it cost more than my entire life. His dark hair was neat, perfectly styled, but what drew my eyes most were the tattoos peeking from under his collar and the one on his neck, sharp and intricate. Somehow, it made him look ten times hotter, as if that were even possible.

And then there were his rings—silver bands that gleamed against his large hands. I swallowed hard, trying to push away the strange fluttering in my chest.

Kingston looked at me with his usual smirk, but something shifted in his expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the teasing edge disappeared, replaced with... worry?

“Why are you here?” I asked softly, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be. I tried to meet his gaze, but my vision blurred again, and I blinked rapidly, hoping to fix it. My head was pounding, my stomach hurt, and I suddenly felt hotter than I had a moment ago.

“Where’s my dad?” I mumbled, glancing around, but I didn’t see him or any of my brothers. Where were they?

Kingston tilted his head slightly, his smirk completely gone now. “Don’t know,” he said casually, but his tone had a sharp edge. “Are you okay, princess?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered, though even I knew I sounded anything but.

Kingston frowned, stepping closer. Before I could pull away, he placed one of his large, ringed hands gently against my cheek. The cool metal of his rings felt good against my burning skin, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself.

“Princess, you’re burning up,” he said quietly, his voice softer, almost concerned as his blue eyes searched mine.

Why does he look so worried? I wondered, but before I could think too much about it, a wave of dizziness hit me. I took a step back, stumbling, and the room tilted.

“Snow!” Kingston’s voice sounded far away, but I felt his arms around me before I could hit the ground. Everything was hazy as he lifted me up, carrying me effortlessly in his strong arms.

“W-what are you doing?” I murmured weakly, trying to protest, but my head was spinning too much to care.

“We’re going to the hospital,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I blinked up at him as he carried me outside, the cold air hitting my face. Parked in the driveway was his sleek red Lamborghini, gleaming in the sunlight. Everything about Kingston screamed dangerous and untouchable, but here he was, holding me as if I were the most fragile thing in the world.

“Where’s my family?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Kingston didn’t answer right away as he gently set me into the passenger seat, buckling me in. He crouched in front of me, his blue eyes softening. “I don’t know, princess,” he said finally. “But I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

As he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but none of them stayed long. My head hurt too much, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out.

Where was Dad? Where were my brothers?

And why was Kingston Grey—the man my father called his rival—here, acting as if he actually cared?

I closed my eyes as the car started, his voice echoing faintly in my mind. “I’ve got you.”

For some reason, even in my haze, I believed him.

I honestly love this two!!!