Chapter 70: Kostas POV

Kostas

I still remember the first moment I saw her in London.

Not in the dramatic, lightning-strike way people talk about in movies—no thunder, no slow motion. Just a room full of beautiful polished power and expensive perfume, and her standing there like she didn’t belong to any of it and somehow owned all of it at the same time.

Selene.

She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. That was the first thing that caught me. No hungry eyes, no calculated smiles. She was relaxed, curious, quietly observant. And flanked by two men who very clearly adored her.

I remember thinking—well, this is interesting. I had done my research & been intrigued by their dynamic.

Not judging. Not confused. Just… intrigued.

They moved like a unit, the three of them. Subtle touches. Shared looks. An easy, unforced closeness that told me this wasn’t a game or a performance. It was real. Whatever they were, they were solid. And somehow, instead of feeling like an outsider looking in, I felt like I was standing at the edge of something I didn’t yet understand—but wanted to.

Dinner that night was effortless. Too effortless.

Selene laughed easily. Not the polite kind. The kind that tips her head back slightly, eyes bright, like she forgets the world for a second. Adrian watched her like she was gravity itself. John, sharper, more controlled, but just as gone—he tracked her reactions the way a strategist tracks a battlefield.

And me?

I told myself I was just enjoying the company.

That was a lie.

By the time I invited them to the yacht, I already knew I wasn’t being purely social or business minded . I wanted more time. More space to see how they worked together. More chances to watch her when she forgot she was being watched.

The days on the water were… dangerous.

Not in a reckless way. In a slow, inevitable way. The kind where you start noticing details you shouldn’t. The way Selene leaned into the rail at sunset, quiet and thoughtful. The way she fit between Adrian and John like she’d always belonged there. The way their dynamic wasn’t about control—it was about choice. About trust.

And somewhere between moments alone with Selene and them agreeing to let me into their dynamic, shared meals, late-night conversations, and laughter carried over the deck by the wind, I realized I was already past the point of curiosity.

I was vested in it . And I couldn't quite understand my fascination with all three of them never mind Selene alone .

Worse—I was attached to all of them .

When they left, I felt lonely for the first time in a long time. I missed being with Selene and Adrian and John. I've always had some attractive woman on my arm willing to do anything for a chance at spending time with me . But things changed quickly and all I want is Selene and the guys are a very welcome bonus. We had spent the time on the yacht getting to know each other and figuring out if I truly fitted into their non conventional life. And I believe I did .i wanted it badly for some reason tha I couldn't even explain.

Two days later, my phone rang.

John’s name on the screen.

I answered expecting something casual. A follow-up. A joke. Maybe a business question.

Instead, his voice was tight. Controlled in that way that tells you control is the only thing holding the panic back.

"Kostas… it’s Selene.”

Everything in me went still.

“She’s in the hospital. Something happened. Adrian’s with her. We—” He stopped, inhaled sharply. “We wanted you to know."

No dramatic pause. No hesitation.

“I’m on my way.”

I didn’t even think about it. I didn’t check my schedule. Didn’t call my assistant. Didn’t rationalize why a man like me was about to cross an ocean because a woman I’d known for a short time was hurting.

I just moved.

Private jet. Phone calls made in clipped, efficient sentences. Bags packed without me really remembering what went into them. My mind stayed locked on one image: Selene’s smile. Selene’s laugh. Selene standing between two men who loved her—and somehow making space for me, too.

That was the terrifying part.

Their unconventional little triangle hadn’t scared me away.

It had pulled me in.

By the time I landed, I knew the truth I hadn’t let myself say out loud yet:

I was already in too deep.

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and tension.

I found them in Selenes room. Adrian looked like he hadn’t slept. John was standing, arms crossed, jaw tight, like he was holding himself together by force of will alone.

And Selene— laying there , still out , pale and unmoving .

I crossed the room in three strides, hugging John and Adrian and turning to be introduced to Jonathan.

Jonathan was sitting a bit away from Selene, clearly trying to read the emotional geometry of the room. I caught his eye and, because the tension was too thick and because that’s who I am, I cracked a joke about stealing hospital coffee and staging a dramatic escape.

We all laughed then. Not because things were suddenly fine—but because we needed to. Because laughter was the only way to remind ourselves we were still us.

Standing there, with Adrian on one side, John on the other, Selene between us, Jonathan shaking his head at the whole impossible situation—I felt it settle into place.

This wasn’t a detour or something temporary.

We were all in this now.

All of us Together.

And for the first time in a long time, the idea didn’t scare me at all.

It felt like coming home, even though the circumstances sucked.