تسجيل الدخولEmily’s POV“Hey Em… wake up…”The voice was soft, familiar, drifting through the haze of my sleep. At first I didn’t pay it any mind, turning over on the sofa and pulling the blanket tighter around myself. But then it came again—clearer, closer, sending a jolt straight through my chest.“Emily… you have to wake up.”Alex’s voice.My eyes flew open instantly. I sat up gasping, my heart pounding wildly, my hands clutching the fabric of the sofa beneath me. I blinked hard, staring around the dim, quiet room. There was no one there. Just me. Just the empty apartment studio.I sank back against the cushions, pressing a hand to my chest, trying to slow my breathing. I had fallen asleep on the sofa again. I didn’t even remember curling up there. I had been sitting here thinking, painting, worrying… and then exhaustion had taken me. And in my dreams, Alex had been right beside me, calling my name.I sat there for a long moment, staring at nothing, my mind heavy and tangled. What is wrong wit
Alex’s POV“Hey you! New kid! What are you doing just standing there? The floor is wet! Mop it before someone slips and breaks their neck!”One of the team members shouted at me from across the ice arena, his voice echoing off the high, cold walls. I stood motionless near the entrance, staring out at the rink, my skates still unlaced, my gear hanging heavy and useless in my hands.This was it. This was the place I had dreamed of since I was a little boy, lacing up my first pair of skates, imagining this exact moment. The international hockey team. The highest level there was. Every player’s ultimate dream. I should have been proud. I should have been bursting with happiness. I should have felt like the luckiest man alive.But the truth was… I didn’t want this at all. Not like this. Not under these circumstances.All I wanted was Emily. I wanted to pick up a phone and hear her voice. I wanted to tell her I was okay, that I was thinking about her, that I loved her more than anything in
Emily’s POV I grabbed Will’s arm and pulled him sharply away from the doorway, out into the quiet hallway where no one else could hear us. My hands trembled, my chest burned with anger, and every instinct inside me screamed that I had been right all along. It was not luck. It was not talent. It was him. He had arranged everything. “What have you done?” I demanded, staring up at him, my voice shaking with fury. “Did you… did you rig this contest? Did you make certain I won?” Will did not even flinch. He looked down at me with that same calm, knowing expression, as if my anger was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Is it really that obvious?” he asked, sounding almost amused. “Why?” I cried, tears stinging my eyes. “Why would you do this? Why could you not just let it be fair?” Will shrugged lightly, adjusting the cuff of his jacket as though this were the most ordinary conversation in the world. “Because I wanted you to win,” he said simply. “Is that such a terrible thin
Emily’s POVI was standing near the large window in the gallery, staring out at the street below, when Mrs. Anderson walked over to me. She stopped beside me, her expression gentle but curious, and spoke in a quiet, careful voice.“I heard you left with Will yesterday, Emily,” she said.I turned to look at her, my heart giving a small, uneasy lurch. I nodded slowly, searching for the right words, not knowing how much I should say, not knowing who I could truly trust anymore.“Ah… yes,” I said. “He… he suddenly asked me to go with him. I didn’t have much choice.”Mrs. Anderson studied my face for a moment, her gaze soft but searching. “If I may ask… where did he take you? Was it for work? Was it something related to the project?”I hesitated, my lips pressing together tightly. Should I tell her? Should I tell her about the mansion, about the strange men by the pool, about the threats, the lies, the terrible things I had heard Will and George say? Or would it only put her in danger too?
Alex’s POV “Get out of here.” I woke with a start, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light of the room. A man stood beside my makeshift bed—broad, tall, his face hard and unreadable—standing over me as he pulled the blanket roughly away from my body. “What?” I muttered, my voice thick with sleep and exhaustion. “I said get out of here,” the man repeated, his voice flat and commanding. “Someone wants to see you.” He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving me alone in the cold, silent room. I sat up slowly, my head throbbing, my whole body aching from days spent locked away with nothing but fear and uncertainty for company. I dragged myself to my feet and stumbled toward the small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall. My breath caught at the sight of my own face. Dark bruises bloomed along my jawline and beneath my eyes. My skin was pale, my hair wild and unkempt, my eyes hollow and burning with a desperate, sleepless rage. I
Emily’s POVI was still sitting on the edge of my bed, tears streaming endlessly down my face, when the doorbell rang. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest and buried my face in my hands. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to speak to a single soul. Every word Will had spoken echoed over and over again inside my head, sharp and cruel, cutting deeper than any knife.If you had not gone to bed with Alex… Julian would not hate him. Everything fell apart because of you. You destroyed everything.I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart aching so badly it felt like it might break. Was he right? Was it all my fault? Had I been the one to ruin everything? Alex lost his best friend. Alex lost his place. Alex lost his freedom, his home, his very life—and now he was gone, held captive somewhere, suffering alone. Was every terrible thing that had happened to him… because of me?The doorbell rang again. Longer this time. More insistent.I wiped my face roughly with th
Emily’s POVMy legs felt loose and heavy at the same time as I stumbled back toward the bar. The music pulsed louder in my ears, each beat slamming against my skull. Kara’s warning from moments ago still rang in my head, but I pushed it away. “Another one,” I told the bartender, slapping my hand
Emily’s POVMy body moved on its own, hips swaying harder than I ever had before, arms raised like I could push the pain out through my fingertips. The bass thumped inside my chest, matching the angry beat of my pulse. Sweat clung to my skin. The black dress rode up my thighs with every sharp turn
Emily’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl looking back.The tight black dress Kara lent me hugged every curve, short enough to make me tug at the hem nervously. My eyes were still puffy from crying, but I’d managed to cover most of the redness with makeup. Lip glo
Emily’s POVMy laughter died the second I pushed open the café door.There he was, Lucas, my boyfriend of thirteen months with another girl on his lap, kissing her like he was starving.His hands gripped her waist exactly the way they used to grip mine. Her long chestnut hair spilled over his shoul







