LOGIN~~~Soraya~~~The photo of my mom on the screen felt like a knife to the throat. She was stepping out of the hotel, looking tired but hopeful, carrying the same bag she’d brought from home filled with tamales and family photos. The timestamp was from eleven minutes ago. Someone had been standing right there, watching her.My hands started shaking so violently I nearly dropped Declan’s phone.“They’re following her,” I whispered. “Declan… they’re following my mom.”He took the phone back, jaw locked so tight. The protective mask he’d been wearing since the press conference didn’t slip, but I saw the flash of real anger in his eyes.“We’re not waiting anymore,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “This ends tonight.” I laughed, but it came out broken.“How? We don’t even know who it is.”The penthouse suddenly felt too big and too exposed. Every window looked like an eye staring in at us. I paced the living room, phone clutched in my hand like a bomb.Another message arrived.“She looks s
~~~Declan~~~This whole situation was spiraling into a nightmare. Soraya stood frozen in the middle of the penthouse living room, phone on speaker, her father’s voice heavy with confusion and pain. Maya looked ready to murder someone. Jax kept clenching and unclenching his fists. And I watched the exact moment Soraya started crumbling, her eyes filling with tears, shoulders shaking, the strong, fiery girl I’d fought with for three years looking seconds away from breaking.Not tonight.Not on my watch. I stepped forward and gently took the phone from her trembling fingers. She looked up at me, surprised, but didn’t resist.“Mr. Rivera,” I said, keeping my voice calm, steady, and respectful, the same tone I used when talking to scouts or coaches after a bad loss.“This is Declan. I know how bad this looks right now, but I need you to hear me out.”There was a long, heavy silence on the other end.“I just received documents, Declan. Contracts. Bank records showing a large payment. They
~~~Soraya~~~We barely made it out of the ballroom before I felt like I was going to throw up. Declan kept his arm locked around my waist, guiding me through the side exit like a protective wall. My parents tried to follow, but he smoothly told them I wasn’t feeling well and that we’d meet them for breakfast tomorrow. Mom looked worried. Dad looked suspicious.The second we were alone in the back hallway, I turned to face him.“Twenty minutes,” I hissed, voice shaking. “We have twenty minutes before that psycho sends everything to my dad. What are we supposed to do? We can’t pay them.” Declan’s face was stone cold, but his eyes burned with fury. “We’re not paying shit. That’s how this never ends.”He pulled me into a small storage room off the hallway and locked the door behind us. “We need to think.”My phone buzzed again.Unknown:“15 minutes. I hope you’re saying your goodbyes.”I showed Declan the message. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.“I can’t lose my parents’ trust,” I whis
~~~Soraya~~~We stepped back into the main lounge like nothing had happened. My legs felt like jelly. Declan kept his hand firmly on my lower back, steady, protective, guiding me through the room like the perfect husband. All eyes were visibly on us. This new life I'm in now.To everyone all they could see was romance, but only I could feel the heat, well Declan too, but somehow he stayed calm.Declan was surprisingly the only person keeping me sane in all of this. Mom rushed over immediately, grabbing both my hands. “Mija, what was that about? You two looked so serious in there.”“Just…just wedding talk mom,” I said, forcing a smile so wide my cheeks ached. “The sponsor wants more photos tonight at the alumni dinner.” I added.Dad studied Declan with narrowed eyes. “You sure everything is okay, son? My daughter looked scared.”Declan didn’t even flinch. “Everything’s fine, sir. Just some annoying campus gossip. People can’t mind their own business.”He pulled me closer against his
~~~Soraya~~~I suddenly came back to my senses like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. One second I was wrapped around Declan Shaw like a vine. Legs locked around his waist, his hands under my hoodie, his mouth devouring mine and the next, reality slammed into me full force. I shoved him hard in the chest, breaking the kiss with a gasp.“Stop.”Gosh I hated myself for giving in.Declan stumbled back a step, breathing hard, lips swollen and eyes wild. His hair was a mess from my fingers. For a second he looked dazed, almost drunk.“What the hell was that?” I snapped, yanking my hoodie back down and jumping off the counter. My legs felt unsteady. My entire body was still buzzing with traitorous heat. “We said no real kissing. No touching. This..” I gestured wildly between us, “... should never happen again.”Declan dragged a hand down his face, jaw clenched tight. “You kissed me back, Soraya. Pretty fucking enthusiastically.”“I was caught up in the moment. Adrena
~~~Soraya~~~The silence after the athletic director’s call was deafening. Mom’s face crumpled in confusion. “Mija, what does she mean prove the marriage is real?” She stood up gesturing to Declan and I. “Of course it’s real. You’re standing right here with your husband.”Dad’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at Declan. Maya looked ready to swing the hockey stick again. Jax muttered, “Shit’s hitting the fan,” while stuffing another tamale in his mouth.I forced a bright, painful smile. “It’s just… university politics, Mom.” I swallowed the lump trying to erupt.“Some people don’t like that we’re together. Jealousy. Rivalry stuff. We’ll handle the press conference tomorrow. Everything’s fine.”Declan’s hand found the small of my back, warm and steady. To everyone else, it probably looked supportive. To me, it felt like a warning play along or we’re screwed.After thirty more minutes of Mom insisting on one last round of photos and Dad giving Declan another “treat her right” speech, I







