LOGINMannie's Point of View I practically flew down the carpeted hallway of the hotel lobby, clutching my phone to my chest like it was a live grenade about to detonate a second time. My heart hammered against my ribs as I shoved my way through the revolving glass doors and stepped out into the crisp night air. I didn't stop walking until I reached the edge of the valet parking area, finally leaning back against a cool stone pillar to catch my breath. I lo
Mannie's Point of View "Text him right now, Mannie!" Beth shouted, her voice echoing fiercely off the gold-trimmed walls of the private dining room. "Get Dominic Blackmoore down here and let’s see Fiona try to pretend she’s the center of the universe after the billionaire president of the Blackmoore Group confesses to you in front of everyone!"The sheer magnitude of the name hung in the tense air, causing the remaining color to completely drain from Fiona’s face as she stared at me with wide, panicked eyes. Zane swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, while the rest of our classmates leaned forward in their chairs, completely paralyzed by the terrifying possibility that I might actually have the most powerful man in the corporate world on speed dial.I looked at Beth’s wild, expectant expression, then glanced at the terrified faces surrounding the table, and calmly shook my head."No, Beth," I said firmly, reaching out to gently push her phone-pointing hand down. "I am n
Mannie’s Point of ViewThe double doors to our private room slammed open. The chatter at the table died instantly.Before anyone could even ask what was going on, a squad of six bodyguards in identical black suits marched into the room. They moved fast, fanning out and taking up positions in every single corner. One stood directly in front of the exit, crossing his arms.
Mannie's Point of ViewThe heavy double doors clicked shut behind me as I walked back into the private room. The atmosphere had completely inverted; the loud, mocking laughter that had filled the air just ten minutes ago was entirely gone, replaced by a suffocating, wide-eyed astonishment. Every single eye at the table tracked my movements as I casually walked back to my seat, my expression entirely serene.Before my coat could even brush the ba
Mannie's Point of ViewIt had been three minutes but I was still gawking at the door. As I was starting to feel nervous too, the heavy doors to the private room swung open again. A man stepped inside, his face completely obscured by a black face mask and dark sunglasses. Despite the tight disguise, I recognized the rigid posture and the sharp, familiar cut of his leather jacket instantly. It was Andre.
Mannie's Point of View The silence in the room didn't last. Before Fiona could even mount a full defense, Maria stood up from her chair, her palms slamming flat against the wood."Enough of this," Maria said, looking around at our old classmates with disgust. "Mannie is right, and honestly, the rest of you should be ashamed for sitting here and acting like this is normal. Fiona, this whole setup is pathetic. You've spent the last twenty minutes trying to make Mannie look small just to make yourself feel
The cold wind hit my face the moment I stepped out of the bar. I looked left and right, scanning the sidewalk. She was already at the edge of the street, wrapping a scarf around her neck, clearly in a rush to leave.“Wait,” I called.She stopped, stiffened, and turned slowly.Her eyes met mine agai
The dim light of the bar gave everything a grainy hue. Music still echoed faintly from the cheap speakers, but my mind was fixed on one thing—the woman who had just stepped off the stage.She wasn’t like the others. There was something deeply strange about her outfit—layers of mismatched clothing t
The sound of my boots echoed on the marble floors as I stepped into the house.No—her house.Or at least the one I gave her.Zarah Twain.The woman who was supposed to be mine. The woman everyone swore was the same one from five years ago. The one my people brought home because she wore the right w
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d stand on a stage in fishnet stockings, an oversized pink hoodie, and pigtails with sparkly clips.But here I was.Trying to survive.The lights in the bar were too bright and too fake. I could feel the sweat sticking to my back under the thick, ugly hoodie







