LOGINLILA’S POVThe question hits me like ice water.Oh.That's what this is about.He's worried I told Trent about our arrangement."No," I breathe, shaking my head quickly. "Of course I didn't."Wade's eyes search mine deeply, like he's trying to decide whether to believe me, and the silence between us stretches uncomfortably."Trent can't know about our arrangement," he states finally, his voice firm. "Nothing about why you're here. Nothing about the contract. Nothing. Do you understand?”"I didn't tell him anything," I insist, my voice steady despite the way my pulse is jumping. "He asked how we met, and I gave him a vague answer. I didn't reveal anything personal."Wade lets out a breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders."Good," he murmurs.There's a pause, and I notice the way he seems tense still, like he's holding something back.My curiosity gets the better of me despite my better judgment."Sorry, but... why are you so worried about Trent knowing?" I venture carefully.
LILA'S POV"There's nothing off about anything," I state firmly, squaring my shoulders even though my heart's hammering against my ribs. “Wade and I are together. That's all you need to know.”I turn away from Trent's knowing smirk and focus on plating the eggs, my hands moving with more force than necessary.I need to get out of this conversation.Now."Breakfast is ready," I announce, grabbing my plate and heading toward the dining room without waiting for a response.I hear Trent's footsteps behind me, his casual stride following, and when I push through the door into the massive dining room, I pause.I've never actually eaten in here before.The table is enormous, easily seating twelve people, with an expensive chandelier hanging overhead. The morning light spills through the tall windows, making the whole space feel both grand and oddly intimate.I pick a spot in the middle and set my plate down, trying to look like I belong here.Like I eat breakfast in rooms like this all the t
LILA'S POVHis presence feels uncomfortably invasive, and I can smell his scent now, clean and woodsy, but it's nothing like Wade's darker, more commanding presence.I inch a step to the side, putting distance between us, and I feel his eyes tracking the movement."I'm impressed," Trent remarks, apparently oblivious to, or more likely, enjoying, my discomfort. "I didn't think anyone in this house knew how to cook besides the maids."I glance at him briefly, keeping my tone light."You underestimated me then.""Maybe I did." His smile widens. "But you can't blame me. You don't exactly look like the kind of woman who spends much time in the kitchen."My cheeks flush, and I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or an insult.It feels like both."Looks can be deceiving," I murmur, turning my attention to the stove."They certainly can," Trent agrees, and there's something in his voice that makes me think he's not just talking about cooking.The silence that follows is heavy, aw
LILA'S POVI stretch my arms above my head, feeling surprisingly energetic as I sit up in bed.The morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, and for once, I don't feel like death warmed over.Maybe it's because I actually slept last night instead of lying awake overthinking every single thing that's happened in the past week.Or maybe my body's just finally adjusted to the chaos that is my life now.Either way, I'll take it.I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my toes touching the soft carpet, and my mind immediately wanders to last night.To Trent.Wade's younger brother.I still can't believe Wade has a brother. Actually, I can't believe Wade has any siblings at all. He's always seemed like such a lone wolf, no pun intended, that the idea of him having family beyond his intimidating Alpha father feels surreal.And Trent is... different.A younger brother who’s so different from him it’s almost hard to believe they share the same DNA.Where Wade is cold and r
CONNOR'S POVA feeling I don't want to admit.Because past the rage, past the humiliation, and past the need for revenge...There's still that possessive pull.That part of me that remembers Lila in my bed. Lila making me breakfast. Lila looking at me like I was her whole world.Mine.She was mine first.And seeing her with Wade, seeing her look at him with those same eyes, feeling her slip further and further away...It's driving me fucking insane.I want to destroy her.But I also want her back.Want her on her knees, begging for forgiveness, begging to come back to me.The contradiction sits heavy in my gut, and I shove it down, focusing on the anger instead.The anger is easier.Simpler."It has to be perfect though," I state, forcing my voice to stay level. "No loose ends. Because if Wade suspects we're involved in this, he'll come for us."Amber frowns, considering."What if we made Lila look really bad in front of Wade?" she offers carefully. "If Wade thinks she isn't who he be
CONNOR'S POVI slam the front door so hard the frame rattles, and the sound thunders through the apartment like a gunshot.Fuck everything.Fuck this entire damn day.Amber's on the couch, her phone glowing in her hands, and she jumps at the noise. Her face lights up when she sees me, that eager smile spreading over her lips as she sets the phone aside."Baby! You're home!" She bounces up, practically skipping toward me. "I've been waiting for you. How did everything go with your dad and…"I don't respond.Can't respond.The rage sitting in my chest is so thick I can barely breathe around it, and if I open my mouth right now, I'm going to say something I might regret.Or maybe I won't regret it.Maybe I'll mean every fucking word.I brush past Amber without looking at her, my eyes scanning the living room, and I spot it.A glass sitting on the side table.Empty.Useless.Just like everything else in my life right now.I grab it, my fingers closing around the cool surface, and for a se







