Masuk(KAIRA'S POV)The days after the study confrontation felt different.Not perfect—nothing was ever perfect—but different. Lighter. Like a weight had been lifted from the mansion, from Slade, from all of us.Tom kept his word. He didn't yell. He didn't demand. He just... listened. And slowly, tentatively, he and Slade began to rebuild what had been broken.It wasn't easy. There were awkward silences at dinner, moments when old wounds resurfaced, conversations that ended in frustration. But there was also progress. Small steps. Quiet victories.And through it all, I was there. For Slade. For Tom. For all of them.---The first test came a week later.I was in the library—the one Tom had built for me—when Slade found me. He looked different somehow. Calmer. More at peace."I talked to Bullet," he said, sitting down across from me.I looked up from my book, my heart skipping a beat. "And?""I told him I'm done. No more fighting." He paused. "He wasn't happy. But he understood.""What about
(KAIRA'S POV)The study was cold.Not in temperature—the fire in the corner was burning brightly, casting dancing shadows across the walls—but in atmosphere. Tom Horton stood by his desk, his back to us, his posture rigid.Slade's hand found mine, squeezing gently before he released it. A silent promise.We stood side by side, waiting.Finally, Tom turned.His face was a mask of controlled fury. His eyes—the same green as Slade's—were hard, unyielding."I've been patient," he said, his voice low. "I've given you space. I've looked the other way. But this ends now."Slade's jaw tightened. "Dad—""No." Tom held up a hand, cutting him off. "You don't get to speak. Not yet."He turned to me."Kaira. I need to know the truth. Did you follow my son last night?"I felt Slade stiffen beside me."Yes," I said quietly.Tom's eyes closed briefly, as if my answer had confirmed his worst fears."And you?" He turned to Slade. "You took her into a dangerous situation. You exposed her to men who coul
(KAIRA'S POV)The truck was silent.Slade drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw tight. He hadn't said a word since we left the underground lot. Not when we drove through the tunnel. Not when we burst out onto the empty road. Not when the city lights faded behind us and the trees closed in on either side.I sat in the passenger seat, my hands folded in my lap, my heart still racing from everything that had happened.The fight. The men. The knife.The way he'd looked at me after.Like I mattered.I stole a glance at him. His lip was still bleeding, a thin line of red trickling down his chin. His knuckles were bruised, the skin broken and raw. He looked like he'd been through a war.But he was alive.He was alive because I'd screamed his name."Slade?" My voice was barely above a whisper.He didn't respond."Slade, your hands—""I'm fine."The words were flat. Cold. The same tone he used with everyone else.But I'd seen the way he looked at me. I'd felt the way
(KAIRA'S POV)The truck rumbled beneath me, every bump and turn sending jolts through my body.I lay curled in the darkness of the backseat, my heart pounding so loudly that I was certain Slade could have heard it from the front if music wasn't playing. What the hell am I doing?The question echoed in my mind over and over. I had no plan. Only my phone. No idea where we were going. I was hiding in the back of a truck like some kind of criminal.And yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.Because I needed to be sure that Slade won’t do anything to get in to trouble..After forty minutes at high speed, the truck slowed, and I felt us descend—down, down, down, like we were driving into the earth itself. The road became rougher and my heart hammered even harder.The truck came to a stop, and I heard the engine cut off. Then silence.I held my breath, listening intently to the door open and close, the crunch of gravel under Slade’s boots. Then, the backdoor opened.He took out his bac
)KAIRA'S POV)The truck rumbled beneath me, every bump and turn sending jolts through my body.I lay curled in the darkness of the backseat, my heart pounding so loudly I was certain Slade could hear it from the front. The floor was cold and hard, and the smell of old leather and gasoline filled my nostrils.What the hell am I doing?The question echoed in my mind over and over. I had no plan. No phone. No idea where we were going. I was hiding in the back of a truck like some kind of criminal.And yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.Because I needed to know.I needed to know where Slade went at night. I needed to know who Bullet was. I needed to know why he came home bloodied and broken.I need to know if he's okay.The thought surprised me. When had I started caring so much? When had he stopped being just the infuriating stepbrother who made my life miserable?I didn't have time to answer that question.The truck slowed, and I felt us descend—down, down, down, like we were dr
(KAIRA'S POV)"Oh Kaira, I swear I'm having heart palpitations right now!" Cameron exclaimed.I turned to him sharply and glared when I saw that he was joking."I'm sorry, I can't help it! This lounge is amazing!" He gushed as his eyes scanned the room.I gave a nervous glance around; the lounge was great but I was having a hard time settling in with the whispers and the hard stares I was receiving."A chocolate fountain, a mocktail station and a fucking 360-degree photo booth." He shrieked, smoothing his silk shirt. "I'm glad we clocked the semi-formal dress code because we fit right in with these spoiled kids.""Um, hello…" We both looked up to see a girl in a green dress wearing a smile I recognized well enough. A smile that couldn't be trusted."Hi!" Cameron greeted happily."We were wondering if um… 'she' "—she pointed at me—"could tell us where to use a private restroom. The rest are busy."Cameron and I exchanged a look. I was unfazed, because I was expecting this girl to say s
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an







