A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder 15 Summary
In “A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds,” Ezekiel wakes up with a throbbing headache, a result of the previous night’s excesses. He finds himself alone in bed, the absence of Juliette stirring feelings of confusion and irritation. As he prepares for the day, he reflects on his complicated emotions, particularly regarding his relationships with Juliette and Leilani. A message from Leilani reveals her feelings for him, but Ezekiel is unmoved, realizing that his past interest in her was primarily tied to his brother Giovanni’s affections.
Ezekiel’s jealousy and competitive nature surface as he recalls how he has always sought to take what Giovanni values, whether it be their parents’ love or material possessions. This rivalry is evident in his choice of clothing, as he dons a white shirt reminiscent of Giovanni’s style, hoping to emulate him. However, when he encounters Juliette, her scathing remarks about his nature and the futility of his attempts to mimic Giovanni ignite a fierce anger within him. In a moment of uncontrollable rage, he attacks her, leaving a dark mark on their relationship.
The narrative shifts to Giovanni, who is in Berlin, preoccupied with work and unaware of Ezekiel’s actions. The tension escalates when Wayne informs Ezekiel about a photo of Juliette with another man, deepening his sense of dread and jealousy. Meanwhile, Juliette is in London, capturing moments with her camera, unaware of the storm brewing around her. As she prepares to leave, she is suddenly pulled into a car by an unknown man, leaving her in a precarious situation.
The story explores themes of rivalry, jealousy, and the complexities of love, as Ezekiel grapples with his emotions and the consequences of his actions. The characters are caught in a web of relationships that blur the lines between love and possession, setting the stage for further conflict and emotional turmoil.
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**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**
Ezekiel awoke to the unwelcome sensation of a throbbing headache, a familiar reminder of the previous night’s indulgences.
With a groan, he rolled over, instinctively reaching for the warmth he expected to find beside him, only to grasp at the emptiness of cold sheets.
His eyes flew open, and he stared at the vacant side of the bed, a rush of confusion washing over him.
The sight of the untouched pillow and the disheveled covers stirred a wave of irritation within him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and trudged into the bathroom, the cool tiles sending a shiver up his spine.
As cold water cascaded over him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. His gaze fell lower, and he scowled at his own body’s response, the unwanted reminder of his state of arousal.
“Great,” he muttered under his breath, wiping his face with a towel. “Juliette’s not here, and you’re still acting like a lovesick puppy.”
With a resigned sigh, he rummaged through the depths of the dressing room cabinet, his fingers brushing against the silk fabric of a nightgown Juliette had left behind. He held it up for a moment, a bitter smile crossing his lips before he discarded it and returned to the bathroom.
Emerging moments later, he felt a bit more composed, the tension between his brows easing slightly.
As he dressed, his phone buzzed to life, illuminating the screen with a message from Leilani: “Ezzie, I’ve thought it through. The one I love has always been you. After the surgery, I’ll talk to Gio and make things clear. Let’s be together.”
A slow smirk crept onto Ezekiel’s thin lips, but he quickly tossed the phone onto the bed, the thought of being with Leilani holding no allure for him.
The truth was, even during their past encounters, his interest in Leilani had been more about Giovanni than anything else.
Giovanni had gone to great lengths, even swapping identities with Ezekiel, to win over Leilani, showcasing just how deep his feelings ran for her.
Ezekiel didn’t indulge in many hobbies, but he had a peculiar passion for taking what Giovanni cherished.
Whether it was their parents’ affection, limited edition sports cars, or prized projects, if Giovanni valued it, Ezekiel felt an insatiable urge to claim it for himself.
And time and again, he emerged victorious.
Except for…
Ezekiel studied his reflection in the mirror, dressed in a stark white shirt that mirrored Giovanni’s style.
He and Giovanni shared strikingly similar features and expressions, yet there was a wildness in Ezekiel’s gaze, a ferocity that set him apart.
His mind drifted back to a vivid summer afternoon when he was eighteen.
Fresh from a shower, he was drying his hair, the scent of shampoo still lingering, as he made his way to the dressing room in search of clothes.
Suddenly, a memory struck him like a bolt of lightning: Juliette, her eyes sparkling as she admired Giovanni in a white shirt, her voice dripping with admiration. “Gio, you look so different in a white shirt, like a cool, reserved male lead straight out of a comic.”
Ezekiel couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh.
What a sycophant she was.
It was just a white shirt—what made it so special?
Her taste was utterly lacking.
Perhaps he was simply tired of the drab, dark clothing that filled his own dressing room.
He made his way to Giovanni’s dressing area, opening the door to find a pristine row of white shirts, each one perfectly pressed and devoid of wrinkles.
He paused for a moment, a sneer curling his lips. “Really knows how to put on a show,” he muttered under his breath.
He snatched one of the shirts and slipped it on, heading downstairs just in time to encounter Juliette, who was on her way to find Giovanni.
Feeling mischievous, he decided to tease her, adopting Giovanni’s tone as he reached for her hand.
But Juliette’s response was swift and cutting.
She shook off his hand with a sharpness that stung. “Ezekiel, what are you pretending for? You don’t really think that just by putting on a white shirt, you can be like Gio, do you?”
Her words were laced with sarcasm and disdain. “No matter how polished and neat you dress, you can’t change the cruel, vicious, and dark nature in your bones! Like a snarling wolf—just because you wear human skin, you really think you’re human?”
With each syllable, Ezekiel felt his temper flare, his eyes narrowing as anger coursed through him.
In a moment of blind rage, he couldn’t recall how he lost control.
He lunged at her, pinning her down and sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her neck.
The mingling of her cries and the metallic scent of blood filled the air, and his crimson gaze locked onto the small, beautiful red mole on her neck, a mark he wished to claim as his own.
Shaking himself free from the haunting memory, Ezekiel inhaled deeply and quickly swapped the white shirt for a black one, the darkness of the fabric matching the turmoil within him.
Just as he was buttoning up, his phone rang, the familiar voice of Wayne cutting through the silence.
“Ezzie, my friend abroad got a photo of Juliette.”
Ezekiel’s fingers stilled on the buttons, a sense of dread creeping into his chest.
His heart raced, and he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, heavy with unspoken fears.
Before he could gather his thoughts, Wayne continued, “There’s a man in the photo too. My friend says… Juliette and him seem to be more than just acquaintances.”
A darkness clouded Ezekiel’s eyes, his grip on the phone tightening until his knuckles turned white.
Berlin was shrouded in silence as Giovanni sat in the presidential suite, his focus on the documents before him.
The quiet was broken only by a soft knock at the door, which soon creaked open.
“Is Leilani’s surgery finished?” he asked, not bothering to look up.
Dennis, his assistant, replied softly, “No, the surgery is still ongoing.”
“Mr. Ezekiel… went to Britain to find Ms. Sullivan.”
At that, Giovanni’s hand froze mid-motion, the pen hovering over the page, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.
A sudden pressure built within him, and in a moment of frustration, the tip of his pen tore through the paper, leaving a dark, blurred stain behind.
***
London.
The night air along the south bank of the Thames was thick with a damp chill, the crisp breeze sweeping across the embankment.
“Click.”
Juliette pressed the shutter of her camera, capturing the last shot of the evening before lowering it.
Standing by the railing, her white cashmere coat hugged her slender form, the evening wind playing with the strands of hair that framed her delicate face.
Her almond-shaped eyes remained calm, gazing out at the twinkling lights dancing on the water.
After a moment of stillness, she pulled her coat collar tighter against the chill and turned, ready to leave.
But just as she took a couple of steps, the door of a sleek black Koenigsegg beside her clicked open.
Before she could react, a pair of warm, strong hands enveloped her waist, pulling her swiftly into the car.
In an instant, her back pressed against the cool leather seat, her hands pinned firmly above her head against the seat back.
The man leaned in close, his cheek brushing against hers, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
His voice, low and gravelly, was almost unrecognizable as he whispered, “Julie.”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of Ezekiel’s chaotic emotions and the haunting memories that plagued him, he found himself at a crossroads, caught between the darkness of his past and the uncertain future that loomed ahead. The bitter realization that he could never truly claim Juliette as his own gnawed at him, leaving a void that echoed with the weight of unfulfilled desires. As he watched her slip further from his grasp, entwined with another, he felt the familiar pangs of jealousy and rage rise within him. Yet, beneath the tumult, there was a flicker of clarity that emerged from the shadows—a recognition that his relentless pursuit of what Giovanni cherished had only led him to a hollow victory. The promise he had once made to himself, to be the one who stood by Juliette’s side, now felt like a distant dream, lost between the worlds of their intertwined fates.
Meanwhile, Juliette’s encounter with the mysterious man in the Koenigsegg marked a pivotal moment in her own emotional journey. As she found herself captivated by his presence, the warmth of his embrace ignited a spark that had long been dormant. The thrill of the unknown pulled her away from the memories of Ezekiel and Giovanni, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what could be. In that moment, she realized that she had the power to redefine her narrative, to step away from the shadows of the past and embrace a future unbound by the expectations of others. The promise of new beginnings shimmered before her, a beacon of hope that illuminated the path ahead. As their worlds continued to collide, the threads of love, jealousy, and desire wove a complex tapestry, reminding them all that sometimes, the most profound promises are those that remain unspoken, lingering in the spaces between their hearts.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter of “A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds,” the tension between Ezekiel and Juliette reaches a boiling point as secrets unravel and loyalties are tested. With Ezekiel’s heart racing from Wayne’s alarming news, he finds himself spiraling deeper into a web of jealousy and rage. Will he confront Juliette about her mysterious connection with the man from the photograph, or will his darker instincts take over, leading him down a path of no return? As he grapples with his inner demons, the reader can expect a gripping exploration of desire, betrayal, and the lengths one will go to claim what they believe is rightfully theirs.
Meanwhile, Juliette’s encounter in London promises to be equally electrifying. Her unexpected abduction by a mysterious figure raises the stakes, leaving readers questioning the man’s identity and intentions. Is he a threat or an ally? As she navigates her feelings of fear and intrigue, the chapter will delve into her tumultuous relationship with Ezekiel and Giovanni, forcing her to confront the choices that have led her to this perilous moment. With Ezekiel’s wrath brewing and Juliette caught in a dangerous game, the next chapter is sure to deliver heart-pounding twists and emotional revelations that will leave readers on the edge of their seats.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
