Mag-log inNick POVI knew something was wrong the moment she hung up. Not just wrong, off. The way Ariana spoke. The way she paused. The way she didn’t argue as much as she usually did. That wasn’t her. Or maybe, that was her changing, and I didn’t like it, not one bit.I stood in my room, phone still in my hand. My chest felt tight, heavy, like something was about to happen. And I wasn’t there. That made it worse. I ran a hand through my hair and paced. Once, twice, again. "This is not just about her moving on," I muttered.Because it wasn’t. The messages. The pictures. The timing. It was too clean. Too planned. Someone was playing with us. And I didn’t know who. That was the problem. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. Same one. I didn’t hesitate this time. I opened it immediately. A message "She listens better now."My jaw tightened. "What do you want?" I typed.The reply came fast. "You’ll see."I clenched my fist. "This is not a game."No response. Just silence. That annoyed me more. Be
Ariana POVThe question stayed in the air. "Who are you?"I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t step back. But something inside me had already shifted. The way I was looking at him now, it was not the same. Mark didn’t answer immediately. He just stood there. Calm. Too calm. Like this moment didn’t surprise him. Like he had been expecting it. That made my chest tighten."I asked you something," I said. Still quiet. Still steady. He let out a slow breath. "I know.""Then answer."Silence. The noise around us faded again. People were still walking. Cars were still passing. But it all felt far away. Like it didn’t matter anymore. Because right here, something was wrong. "I’m someone who doesn’t want you to get hurt," he said finally.My brows pulled together. "That’s not an answer.""It’s the truth.""No," I said. "It’s what you want me to believe."His jaw tightened slightly. "You think I’m lying?""I think you’re hiding something."Silence. Then, "So are you," he said.That caught me off g
Ariana POVMy heart would not slow down. I was still staring at my phone. At the picture. At myself. Walking beside Mark. Like someone had been standing there…watching. Waiting. Recording. "This is not funny," I whispered.Mark noticed immediately. "What is it?"I didn’t answer. Not at first. Because I didn’t know how to say it. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And I was not ready for that. "Ariana."His voice was firmer now. I swallowed. Then slowly turned the phone toward him. "Look."He took it. His face didn’t change much. But I saw it. A small shift in his eyes. Sharp. Focused. "Where did you get this?" he asked."It was sent to me.""Number?""Unknown."Silence. Then, another message came in. Right in front of him. "Stay close to him… let’s see how long that lasts."My chest tightened. "Okay, this is not normal."Mark’s jaw tightened slightly. "No, it’s not."He handed the phone back to me. "Have you gotten messages like this before?"I shook my head. "No.""Think
Ariana POVI did not expect to laugh. Not today. Not after everything that happened. But somehow, I did. It came out small at first. Then a little louder. And for a moment, I forgot. Forgot the video. Forgot the ring. Forgot the way Nick looked at me when he said nothing."That’s better."I looked up. He was still there. The same guy from earlier. Standing across from me with a calm look on his face. Like he already knew something I didn’t. I crossed my arms slightly. "You again."He shrugged. "I never left."That made me pause. "You’ve been here this whole time?""Most of it.""Why?"He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer. Not too close. Just enough. "I like the way you carry yourself," he said.I blinked. That was not what I expected. "You don’t even know me.""I don’t need to know everything."I raised a brow. "That sounds like something people say before they make bad choices."A small smile touched his lips. "Or good ones."Silence, then, "You’ve been watching m
Nick POVThe noise outside was still loud. Even after we left the crowd. Even after the cameras stopped flashing in my face. I could still hear it. People talking, laughing. Calling my name. It felt like it was stuck in my head. Like I could not escape it. I walked beside Laura quietly. Her hand was still in mine. Warm. Soft. Comfortable. But it did not feel right. Not the way it should. Not the way it used to feel with Ariana.I pushed that thought away immediately. This was not the time. This was not the place. I had already made a choice. Or at least…that was what it looked like. Laura glanced at me. "You’re quiet again.""I’m just tired," I said."That’s all you’ve been saying." I didn’t respond. Because I had nothing else to say. We stepped outside the building. The night air was cool. Fresh. But it didn’t calm me. Nothing did. A black car was waiting. My manager stood beside it. Watching. Always watching. He smiled when he saw us. "There they are."I nodded slightly. "Everything
Ariana POVI did not cry when I left. That surprised me. I thought I would break down the moment I stepped out of the café. I thought I would not be able to breathe. I thought I would call him back. But none of that happened. I just walked. One step. Then another. Then another. Until the noise behind me faded. Until the air felt different. Until it was just me.My chest still hurt. But it was quieter now. Like the pain had settled somewhere deep instead of screaming at the surface. "Okay," I whispered, as I stared at the main road. Cars passed. People moved. Life continued. Nothing stopped because my world just shifted. And somehow, that made it easier. Because if the world did not stop…Then I would not either. By evening, I made a decision. I was not staying in my room. I was not hiding. I was not going to sit there and scroll through videos of him and Laura. No. Not tonight. I stood in front of my closet for a long time. Just staring. Then my eyes landed on it. The dress. Black. Si
Sofia and I decided to have a sleepover at her house since we haven't had one of those in a while and it was also the only way of getting Nick out of my head. We decided to watch a marathon of sisters because it's the only show we could agree on watching. Sofia popped down next to me on her comf
I was stuffing my books into my backpack when a sudden knock on the door pulled my attention."I'm coming!" I yelled, as I dragged myself to the door, and pulled it open.I blinked, taking aback on seeing Eve, Nick's mom"Ariana," She faked a smile as she eyed me from head to toe, sizing me up. I r
Nick* * * *I loved this part. I loved meeting the fans, loved the selfies and jokes and words of praises. I loved the look in all of their eyes as they looked at me, it told me that I wasn't just a player, I was part of their lives. And I lived for it.The team and I walked into the crowd a
"She's gay." He blurted out.I narrowed my eyes. "Gay?""Yes, she's involved with some girl, okay! We're just pretending to be a thing because her parents doesn't approve her sexual choices, and I need her father's influence in growing my career."I swallowed. "But that only complicates this... wha







