Chapter: Ninety TwoJordan’s POVAfter the HospitalI don’t realize how close I am to losing control until we get outside.The air hits different out here. Warmer. Louder. Real.But my head is still in that room.His voice. His face. The way he said don’t push her away.I shouldn’t care.I do.And that’s the problem.Miley’s still standing in front of me, her hand in mine like it belongs there. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.It’s not.None of this is.“This,” I say quietly, lifting our joined hands slightly, “is exactly what I meant.”Her eyes flick between our hands and my face. “What is?”“You,” I say. “Showing up. Staying. Not running when things get ugly.”My thumb brushes over her knuckles before I can stop myself.“It messes with my head.”She doesn’t pull away.Of course she doesn’t.“Or maybe,” she says softly, stepping a little closer, “it just makes you feel something you don’t want to feel.”I let out a quiet breath.“Yeah,” I admit. “That too.”There’s a pause.But it’s not em
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Chapter: Ninety OneJordan’s POVThe HospitalI hate hospitals.I always have.It’s not just the smell — that sharp, sterile mix of antiseptic and something faintly metallic. It’s the silence. The kind that isn’t really silence. Machines humming. Shoes squeaking against polished floors. Voices kept too low, like everyone’s afraid to say the wrong thing out loud.Like if you speak too loudly, something might break.Or someone might.I grip the steering wheel tighter than I need to as I pull into the parking lot, the engine idling longer than it should.I don’t move.I can’t.Miley sits beside me, quiet. She hasn’t said much since we left her house, and I’m not sure if I’m grateful for that or not. Probably both.Because if she starts talking, I might actually feel this.And I’m barely holding it together as it is.“You don’t have to go in right away,” she says softly.I let out a breath through my nose, staring straight ahead. “If I don’t go now, I won’t go at all.”That’s the truth.I know myself.I open
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Chapter: NinetyMiley’s POVThe VisitMorning comes too fast.Or maybe I just never really slept.I’m staring at my ceiling, watching the faint gray light slip through my curtains, when I realize my chest still feels tight — like something is sitting there, heavy and unmoving.Jordan.The way he looked last night. The way his voice cracked. The way his hand felt wrapped around mine like he didn’t want to let go… but didn’t know if he was allowed to.This isn’t harmless anymore.It hasn’t been for a while.A soft knock breaks through my thoughts.“Miles?”Harry.“I’m up,” I call, even though my voice sounds like I’m lying.The door opens, and he leans against the frame, already dressed, keys spinning lazily around his finger. His eyes scan my face, and I already know what he’s about to say.“You look like crap.”I roll my eyes. “Good morning to you too.”He smirks a little, but it fades quickly. “You okay?”I hesitate.That’s all it takes.His expression shifts — sharper now. Paying attention.“…Jorda
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Chapter: Eighty NineMiley’s POV The Call By the time Miley got home with Harry, the night sky had turned deep indigo. Their mum was waiting by the porch light, hands dusted with flour, the faint smell of banana bread spilling into the air. For a brief, golden moment, everything felt normal again — like the kind of evening you’d want to bottle up forever. Harry and her mum fell into easy laughter as they unpacked his things, teasing each other about who snored louder. Miley sat at the kitchen counter, smiling into her mug of cocoa. It was the first time in months that the house felt full again — warm, loud, alive. Later, when Harry went upstairs to unpack and her mum disappeared into her room with a stack of laundry, Miley lingered in the quiet kitchen. The hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, and for once, she didn’t feel the need to rush off to the studio or drown herself in music. She was rinsing her cup when her phone buzzed on the counter. Jordan. Her heart did that small, famili
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Chapter: Eighty EightMiley’s POV Dinner with Harry Miley didn’t realize how much she’d missed her brother until she saw him standing by the arrivals gate — tall, slightly scruffy, backpack slung over one shoulder and that same easy smile she remembered from when things at home used to feel normal. “Harry!” He turned just in time to catch her as she ran into him. He smelled like peppermint gum and airplane air. “Whoa, slow down, kiddo.” He laughed, hugging her tightly. “You grew taller.” “Barely,” she said into his chest. “You just forgot what I look like.” He pulled back, grinning. “Hey, I Facetime! But seeing you in person? Definitely better.” Miley smiled up at him. “Mum’s waiting at home, but she said we could grab something to eat first.” “Good,” he said, ruffling her hair as they walked toward the parking lot. “Because airplane food is a lie. A scam. Pure suffering.” She laughed — the kind of laugh she hadn’t realized she needed. ⸻ They ended up at a cozy diner near the coast — one of t
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Chapter: Eighty Seven Jordan’s POVThe house was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Even with Liv in the living room humming to a random pop song, and Scott somewhere outside fixing his bike, the air still felt tense — like something was waiting to break.Jordan hadn’t been sleeping well. Not since that day. Not since his father had shown up again with that same nervous smile and an apology that barely held itself together. He hadn’t even told Miley what was really going on. She thought his distance was because of school stress or the upcoming regional showcase. It wasn’t. It was the past clawing its way back.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. His father’s last message sat unread. “Please, Jordan. Just come talk to me.”He wanted to throw the phone across the room. Instead, he pressed his palms over his face and exhaled.He didn’t get to do this — not after years of silence. Not after he left him and Liv to deal with the chaos on their own.A knock came at his door.“Jordan?” Liv’s voice was
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The Daleton Boys
When 17-year-old Juniper Torres transfers from Barcelona to the elite halls of Daleton Prep, she hopes for a fresh start and a chance to blend in quietly. But from the moment she steps into the historic, high-status school, she realizes she’s anything but invisible.
As the only child of a cancer-researcher parents who relocate to New York for a high-stakes medical fellowship, Juniper is immediately overwhelmed by the posh crowd, designer accessories, and the mysterious hierarchy of the school’s students—especially the notorious Daleton Boys, a trio of dangerously charming and powerful guys who seem to rule the campus like kings.
Things shift when she befriends Jasmine, a quirky, kind scholarship student who helps her navigate the minefield of social circles, secrets, and silent wars. But Juniper’s curiosity is piqued—especially when she locks eyes with Grayson Barrington, the icy and magnetic leader of the Daleton Boys, rumored to have a dark past and a murder charge lurking in his history.
As Juniper gets pulled deeper into their world—balancing friendship, fear, and fascination—she must decide whether to play it safe or risk everything to uncover the truth behind Grayson’s secrets… and maybe her own.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty ThreeThe Things I Can’t Say Grayson’s POV “I don’t know what I feel anymore.”The words should have stopped me.They should have been enough to make me step back, to put distance between us, to do the right thing for once.But they didn’t.They did the opposite.Because at least it was honest.And right now, honesty felt more dangerous than any lie.My hand tightened slightly around her wrist, not enough to hurt—just enough to keep her there. To make sure she didn’t disappear on me again.“Then feel this,” I murmured.And this time—I didn’t stop.I closed the distance completely.Her breath hitched just before my lips met hers, like she had one last second to pull away.She didn’t.The kiss wasn’t soft.It wasn’t careful.It was everything we hadn’t said, everything we’d been holding back, everything that had been building for weeks finally crashing into one moment.Frustration.Jealousy.Hurt.Want.My other hand came up instinctively, brushing against her jaw, tilting her face just sl
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty TwoThe Things I Can’t Say (Grayson’s POV)I shouldn’t have walked away.That’s all I could think about.The moment replayed in my head on a loop—Juniper’s face, the way her eyes searched mine like she was waiting… begging me to understand something I refused to see.And instead?I shut her out.My fist slammed against the wall beside my bed, the sharp sting barely cutting through the frustration clawing under my skin.“Idiot,” I muttered to myself.A knock sounded at my door.I froze.For a second, I considered ignoring it. Letting whoever it was go away so I could drown in my own thoughts in peace.But something in my chest tightened.I knew.“Grayson.”Her voice.Soft. Unsteady.Juniper.Every part of me went still.I crossed the room before I could change my mind and yanked the door open.And there she was.God.Her eyes were red, her lips slightly parted like she’d been rehearsing what to say but forgot the moment she saw me. She looked… fragile.And it pissed me off.Not at her.At
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty OneJuniper The walk home felt longer than usual.Or maybe it was just me—dragging my feet, my thoughts heavier than my body. Jasmine had offered to come with me, but I told her I needed space. I don’t think she believed me, but she let me go anyway.Archer didn’t.I could hear his footsteps behind me at first. Not close enough to crowd me, but not far enough to disappear either. Just… there. Like he always was.“Juniper,” he called softly.I stopped.For a second, I considered pretending I didn’t hear him. Pretending I could just keep walking and somehow outrun everything—Grayson’s anger, Ciara’s words, the way my chest still ached like something inside me had cracked.But I couldn’t.I turned slowly.Archer stood a few steps away, hands shoved into his pockets, his expression unreadable for once. Not teasing. Not careless. Just… careful.“You don’t have to walk me home,” I said, my voice quieter than I meant it to be.“I know,” he replied. “I want to.”That did something to me. Somethi
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Juniper The hallway was nearly empty, the echo of slamming lockers and rushed footsteps fading as most students headed home. My own locker door creaked as I shoved my books inside, hands trembling too much to fit them neatly. My chest still felt raw, like my heart had been scraped open, and no amount of Jasmine’s soft words seemed to ease the sting. “Juni…” Jasmine said gently, her hand brushing my shoulder. “Grayson’s just… angry. He’ll come around, you know that.” I shook my head, biting my lip until it hurt. “You didn’t see his face, Jas. He looked at me like I betrayed him. Like I wasn’t—” My voice cracked, and I slammed my locker shut before I could completely fall apart. “Like I wasn’t his anymore.” Before Jasmine could respond, a sharp, cruel laugh cut through the hall. “Well, well,” Ciara’s voice drawled, every syllable dripping with venom. “Look who’s been knocked off her pedestal.” I froze, my spine stiffening as she sauntered up, arms folded, her perfect hair swaying
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Nine Grayson The water was the only thing that made sense right now. Stroke after stroke, I cut through it like I could outswim the image of Juniper with Archer’s mouth on hers. But no matter how deep I dove, no matter how long I held my breath until my lungs burned, it was still there— branded in my skull, taunting me. Her lips. His hands. Her silence. I slammed into the pool wall harder than I meant to, the sting shooting up my arm, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me from drowning in the storm inside my head. “Jesus, Gray,” Ivan’s voice echoed across the empty pool hall. “Trying to kill yourself or what?” I ignored him, pushing off again, my body cutting through the water in another furious lap. The chlorine stung my eyes, but I didn’t care. By the time I finally surfaced, Ivan was crouched at the edge of the pool, his elbows on his knees, watching me with that calm, steady look he always had. The look that made you feel like he saw too much. “You’re gonna tear yourself apart
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Eight Grayson The lounge was quieter than usual, a low hum of voices blending with the faint crackle of the fireplace. I was halfway through answering a text from my father when her perfume hit me — sharp, sweet, and suffocating. “Gray.” My jaw tightened before I even looked up. Ciara. She stood there like she owned the place, hair perfect, lips painted that same shade of red she used to wear when she wanted me distracted. I hadn’t seen her in weeks, not since I caught her tangled up with some other guy in the back of her car. “What do you want?” I asked flatly, already irritated. She tilted her head, fake innocence dripping off her voice. “Just checking in. You’ve been… busy. With her.” Juniper. She didn’t even have to say her name. The venom in her tone was enough. I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, towering over her. “If you came here to run your mouth, don’t. I don’t have the patience.” But Ciara only smirked, stepping closer. “Funny, you look like a man who’s about t
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