LOGINDrake Houston thought a scholarship to Brian’s Academy was his escape from a painful past. But when he catches the eye of Miguel Sanchez—celebrity heartthrob and the school’s golden boy, everything changes. What starts as admiration turns to hope… until Drake learns the truth. Miguel’s attention was never real—it was a bet. Heartbroken and humiliated, Drake tries to move on. But Miguel starts falling for real, and the past they both tried to forget resurfaces. Now, Drake must choose: forgive the boy who broke him, or uncover the truth that could destroy them both.
View MoreThe world tilted. Drake’s heart slammed against his ribs, his body caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.He let out a nervous laugh instead, the kind that scratched against his own throat. “ I should be…your..boyfriend? Like we should be dating? That’s… that’s ridiculous,” he stammered, the words tumbling over themselves in an awkward rush. He expected Miguel to laugh too, to shrug it off as some reckless joke born out of late-night teasing and too much honesty.But Miguel wasn’t laughing.When Drake finally dared to look up, he found those sharp eyes fixed directly on him, unwavering, and unreadable yet so intent it made his stomach tighten. Miguel wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t teasing. He was staring straight at his face, and straight through him and Drake’s laughter died in his throat.His heart sank.“I’m dead serious, Drake,” Miguel said quietly, every syllable sounded serious, and stripped of playfulness.The air in the car shifted. Drake’s chest tightene
He flinched back, pulse surging, braced for the worst, for the shadow that haunted his dreams to step through at last. Instead, a familiar reek of alcohol rushed in before the man himself. “Drake!” his uncle’s voice thundered, slurred yet vicious. His eyes were bloodshot, his figure swaying unsteadily as he filled the doorway like some looming wraith. “Evil child… I should’ve known. You think I can die of the cold outside? You can’t kill me the way you killed your parents!” The words lashed like knives, sharp and cruel, dragging old wounds wide open. Drake froze, staring at him, the accusation coiling through the silence. And yet, against all expectation, his chest loosened with a raw, shaky exhale. His uncle’s presence, though pathetic, staggering, and loud, wasn’t an intruder. It wasn’t the masked man from his nightmares. Relief washed over him, strange and bitter, clashing with the insult. At least it wasn’t someone come to finish the job. At least it wasn’t real death wai
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. It was final and left no room for questions, then the guard lowered his head in obedience instead, but his eyes flickered with unease.Adams tapped his finger once on the desk, “Do not fail me.”Meanwhile outside.Miguel froze outside the heavy oak door of his father’s office. He hadn’t meant to stop, hadn’t even meant to listen, but the sharp edge in Adams’ voice when he choose to believe him was suspicious, and this confirmed his suspicions. “…quit wasting time following Miguel,” Adam's voice kept on ringing in his mind. “From now on, your eyes stay on the boy. Drake.”His breath hitched. His palm pressed flat against the cold wall as his heartbeat thundered in his ears.“If my suspicions are true, don’t waste time. Eliminate him.”He heard the voice replay his father's words in his mind, to the extent he could even taste the venom in his words.The word hit him like a blade sliding between his ribs. He staggered back a step, fightin
They slipped out of the noisy circle together, finding a quieter spot near the edge of the terrace. The city lights spilled in behind her as they talked, their conversation starting light. From family ties, old events, and passing jokes, but soon their words took on a different weight. It was then filled with flirtatious contents.Soon, she was pulling his hair. Both lips locked in a provocative kiss.Miguel’s lips lingered on hers, the kiss deep enough to draw a flush across her cheeks and a low whistle from someone watching nearby. Then a pointed cough cut through the moment.Miguel broke the kiss, with furrowed brows, his gaze snapping toward the sound. A guard stood a few feet away, rigid in posture, though his eyes betrayed the discomfort of having walked in on the scene.Miguel’s voice sharpened, low and edged.“What do you want?”The guard’s throat bobbed as he straightened further. “Your father… he requests your presence.”For a beat, silence hung between them, Miguel’s anger






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