ログインAxlThey left that same night and boarded a commercial flight to Boston. The decision had been made quickly, almost instinctively, leaving little room for hesitation. He moved through the airport on autopilot, muscles tight beneath his skin, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. They flew first class, and he kept the baseball cap pulled low on his head, the brim casting a shadow over his eyes. It didn’t matter. People still recognized him—the double takes, the whispered names, the phones raised just a little too casually. Even when he turned his face away or shifted in his seat, someone always seemed to catch a glimpse. It was ridiculous how little privacy existed anymore.Aspen sat beside him, calm on the surface, though he could feel the tension in her whenever their arms brushed. Her fingers curled and uncurled in her lap, a small, unconscious movement that told him she was thinking just as hard as he was. When the plane finally landed and they disembarked, the stale cabin air
NorthThe lights in the interrogation room were bright, harsh even, buzzing faintly overhead in a way that drilled straight into his skull. They weren’t meant to illuminate so much as expose. The wooden table in front of him was scarred and stained, he wasn’t sure with what, but the dark blotches soaked into the grain made his stomach twist. His lawyer sat on his left, posture stiff, hands folded neatly on the table. Across from him sat the same two detectives who had spoken to him years earlier about his father’s disappearance. They looked older now, more tired, but there was something sharper in their eyes—something that hadn’t been there before.“Thank you for agreeing to speak with us again, Mr. St. John,” Detective Blanely said as he shuffled a few case folders together. “You made it sound like I didn’t have much of a choice,” North said, his voice even, carefully measured.Blanely didn’t smile. “New evidence in your father’s case has come to light,” he said, and glanced at the
AxlHe wasn’t looking forward to the interview. The thought of it sat heavy in his chest, a low, constant tension that refused to loosen no matter how many times he reminded himself that he’d faced worse. He had no problem standing on a stage in front of thousands of people and singing, letting the music carry him, letting the lights blind him to everything else. But talking to reporters made him uneasy in a way nothing else did. The problem with fame was that everyone wanted a piece of it, wanted to tear something off and keep it for themselves. They rarely saw the person beneath the headlines, the flesh-and-blood man behind the name. They wanted a story, a version that fit neatly into a box. It was one of the reasons he loved Aspen so much. She was real in a way the world wasn’t, grounded and unfiltered, and she saw him—not the singer, not the symbol, but the man standing barefoot on a beach, trying to breathe.“You can’t wear that,” Aspen said.She was sitting cross-legged on the
AspenShe read through the article that North had sent her again, her thumb hovering over the screen as if rereading it might somehow change the words. Her chest felt tight, a dull pressure that refused to ease. She couldn’t believe it—the exaggerations, the outright lies, the way fragments of truth had been twisted into something ugly and sensational. What shocked her most, though, was the mention that Merit had gone to Axl’s concert in Florida two years earlier, and that she’d been pregnant. That single line lodged itself in Aspen’s mind, heavy and sharp. Axl couldn’t be the father. He would’ve told her if he was. She knew that with unyielding certainty. “What’s wrong?” Axl asked as he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of jeans, his hair still damp, water droplets trailing down his chest.“Read that,” Aspen said, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her stomach, and handed her phone over to him.Axl sat down on the edge of the bed and read the article. She wa
A&R Music StudiosAt 06:12 a.m. the article went live. By 06:15, it had been forwarded internally. By 06:20, three department heads were reading it at the same time, in three different cities, each of them arriving at the same conclusion within seconds. This wasn’t just an article. This was chaos meant to destroy and dismantle.The senior VP of A&R Music Studios, Glenda Morrison, stood at the head of the glass-walled conference room, tablet in hand, her eyes scanning rapidly as she scrolled. It seemed neverending. Comments flooded the screen and that damn article was everywhere.“Get Lindy on the line.”Around the table, Chris Powell from Legal perused the article again. He was reading for exposure, for what could be substantiated, implied, and what would be impossible to disprove once it entered the public’s bloodstream.Headlines glared back at them: From trailer trash to chart-topper. Violent past resurfaces. Missing woman linked to rock star. Axl’s secret child?“This is tabloid g
AxlWhile Aspen had slept the previous night, curled into his side with her hand resting over his heart, he’d booked their flights and accommodation in Bora Bora. The soft rise and fall of her breathing had steadied him as he finalized confirmations, his fingers moving with decisive urgency. He’d given Calvin and CJ a few weeks off, insisting they take the break. For once, he didn’t want security hovering. He wanted silence. He wanted her.It was mid-morning when they arrived at their villa, warm island air wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. He couldn’t stop smiling—not because of the place, but because Aspen was smiling. Her eyes shone as she looked around the three-bedroom beach villa, her expression lit with childlike wonder.The space was open and airy, white curtains shifting in the breeze, polished wooden floors warm beneath their feet. Beyond the wide glass doors, the ocean shimmered in impossible shades of blue. It was tranquil. Beautiful. With each step he took, he f
AspenFrancine made omelets, and they sat at the kitchen counter to eat. The woman was a saint. Aspen liked her more than she liked her own mother, but she couldn’t help it. She was warm, honest, and loving. She treated Aspen like part of the family. Everyone did, even North’s mother.The quiet cli
MeritShe’d been a nervous wreck, but Axl wasn’t in school on Monday. She’d tried calling him, but realized he’d blocked her number. Everything was a mess, and she desperately wanted to call Aspen when the news of North and Charlotte’s impromptu wedding broke.The headline had spread through the co
NorthAxl left at midnight, and Merit followed soon after that. He could see that she was dying to ask a million questions about Peyton, their singing, and who Axl really was. He kept a stoic mask in place at school, but with North and Aspen, he could be himself.The quiet that followed felt heavie
AxlThe weather was changing, but the day promised to be nice. Axl loaded Peyton and his grandmother in the car and headed to the outskirts of Esperton. It was their weekly ritual, and his friends knew that Saturdays were reserved for his grandmother.The drive felt slower out here, the air lighter







