Novels by Big Phe.

Richard's Pov How did he know that? “Uh—” My mouth opened. I realized for the umpteenth time how much of a mistake I had made by coming over to his room. “I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that, Knight.”“Oh, you don't?” He looked me in the eyes and shook his head. “Sia told me everything I needed to know. You should make up your mind to stop lying and come clean. You've been taking advantage of her, and you know this, or don't you?” No. Never. There was no way he would manipulate me into thinking I did something wrong. “You've got to be kidding me. You're just realizing because she told you. How could you have known there was a woman in love with you? Tell me about it.” “This is not the point, Richard.” “Oh. So then, tell me the point. You've been nonchalant. Nothing but nonchalant to that lady. I like her very much - way much more than you. What choice did you leave me with? I'm sorry I used your room and phone to achieve this, but I don't think it's something I'm g

Knight's Pov “What are you talking about?” A very important question I should have asked long before now. “I don't understand you.” I moved away before catching up with her again. The only thing I wanted was an explanation. That was all I would ever want. “And what do you mean by my brother texting you with my number?” So many questions I had to ask. “I'm not sure I understand anything.” “Calm down.” She urged. Sia pointed at the bridge of the pool. “You must sit down if you're going to have this conversation. It's a long one, Knight.” She walked towards it, took a seat, and waited for me. Was I making a mistake by trusting her? What if her aim was to push me into the pool and have me killed? Did I have to trust her? “Knight?” I snapped out of my thoughts, glanced at her, and walked to that pool. Without hesitation or thinking twice, I took a seat and looked at her. “I'm listening. Tell me everything I must know.” “Right.” First, there was silence. Sia didn't say a word.

Sia's Pov “Wh—what are you doing here?” “It's my brother's room the last time I checked.” “Did you send that text?” He looked at the bed. I did the same, and there, I found Knight's phone. “Why are you with his phone?” I asked, more than confused at whatever it was going on here. “I'm confused.” “I just—” He looked at me. “Wanted you here.” “You have your room, Richard—” I announced. Maybe he forgot. This was just wrong. “You should have taxed me with your number, and I'd be there before you even know it.” “You and I know you wouldn't bulge.” He was right. I wouldn't bulge. Is that why he disturbed me? I didn't feel disturbed at this moment. “I—” My mouth opened. It shut because he was right in front of me at this moment. “I don't know what to say. You know the relationship is fake.” “I know—” He adjusted, standing right in my front, with no space - literally. “I just need you to know something, Sia. There's no way I could have told you if I didn't do it this way. You don't

Sia's Pov It's been exactly one week since our parents left the country on that trip out of the country. My stepbrothers and I didn't do much. Every morning, we had breakfast in the dining room and talked about things that should be discussed. Knight didn't do much - he basically ate and scrolled through his phone. Now that our parents were not around to dictate whether we would use our phones at the diner or not, Knight did whatever he wanted. “Good morning, Richard.” “Good morning, Sia.” He looked up from the table and moped at me. “Did you sleep well?” Yes, I did. How couldn't I? The bed was a big one, more than comfortable and lest I forget, I had an AC in my room. “Yes. Thank you.” I settled into a chair and looked at him. “Did you sleep well?” “I guess so—” The man nodded. “Uhm. I made breakfast.” He pointed at the trays. “Rachel's off is happening today and I had to come up with something, or we would starve.” He picked something from a tray and put it on a plate, lea

Sia's Pov Despite finding Richard better, I wanted Knight. The part of me that wanted Knight wasn't going to rest until I had him. It was him I wanted, nothing more. All this time, Amy was doing her best to ‘talk’ some sense into me. And there was I who didn't give a shit. Why should I? I was grown enough to make my decisions. “I don't know why you're finding it hard to let me do what I want—” I said to Amy the last time we had seen each other - and that was a week ago. Ever since that moment, Amy didn't call me - I didn't bother to reach out either. The only times we talked were when we saw each other in class - and this talk didn't last as long as it should - it felt like we were strangers - not strangers - enemies. I hated it. I hated it that Richard was coming between me and my best friend. But why should I care? When did it get to the point that she'll dictate who I should be with? I never tried such to her. Another week arrived. My relationship with my mom somehow blo

Sia's Pov It's been a week since Richard saved my ass. From that club - the man in it. Everything seemed to be better at home, although my mom and I hadn't said a word to each other. What was there to talk about? At some point, I would blame her for this. If she didn't do what she did to piss me off, I wouldn't make up my mind to be there. One way or the other, all of these were her fault. This week, the school was on a break. Good thing for me. Amy and I would catch up, and I'll catch up with the things over here. Especially holding a conversation with Richard, whom I haven't spoken to in a while. “Good morning—” I looked up, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Smithfield. Good morning, Mom.” I looked around the table before facing them again. “What about Richard? And Knight? Where—” “Rehearsals, Sia.” My stepfather answered. “Campus is closed for the week, according to the news on the portal. How come?” I caught up with a chair and sat on it. “Do they have to?” “Yes—”