Raven stood at the top of the stairs, one brow raised. She leaned slightly against the bannister, a storm brewing behind her eyes.Christian ran a hand down his face, flustered.Then, like nothing had happened, he pointed at Mia. “Strangers aren’t allowed here!”His eyes locked with Raven’s.“That includes you too!”Without waiting for a reaction, he stormed out of the living room and headed for his room.The door slammed shut behind him.And silence returned—charged, heavy, and thick with what had almost been.Christian stormed down the hallway, past the kitchen and the quiet hum of the fridge, until he reached his room. He didn’t bother turning on the light. He just walked in and shut the world out.His room was just how he left it—still dark, save for the sliver of light coming from the half-drawn curtain. It was simple, neat, and smelled faintly of cologne and fresh laundry. A bookshelf stood tall by the corner, his laundry basket leaning carelessly beside it. His bed was perfectl
Christian slouched on the couch, eyes locked on the ceiling. Each tick of the wall clock hammered louder, the silence pressing down like a weight. He hadn't moved since walking through the front door.Noah Bradford.The name alone made his jaw tighten.Christian sat up slowly, resting his elbows on his knees. He raked his hands through his hair, fingers tugging at the roots as if trying to pull the tension out.This wasn’t just some petty grudge. It was deeper. Messier.He couldn’t take it anymore. The silence, the pacing thoughts—it was all too loud. He needed answers.He pushed off the couch and took the stairs two at a time. The hallway upstairs felt longer than usual, dimly lit by a single wall sconce that cast long shadows on the floor. He paused in the middle, right between two familiar doors—Mia’s on the left, Raven’s on the right.He stood there, heart pounding.What exactly was he going to say?How do you ask someone to tell their brother to stay away from the girl you’ve bar
Christian’s eyes locked onto Noah’s with a force that made the air between them tighten. There was no smile. No twitch. Just cold, unflinching silence. His piercing gaze was the kind that stripped a man to his core.Noah straightened, caught off guard.“Do I know you?” he asked, brows furrowing. “Have we met before?”Christian stepped closer, the weight of his presence unsettling. “Time will tell,” he said, voice low but firm.Noah opened his mouth to respond, but Christian was already turning away.A few steps forward, Christian paused, glanced over his shoulder, and said loudly enough for the nearby drivers to hear, “Apologies for missing the light.”And just like that, he got into his car and drove off without another glance.Noah stood still, confused, jaw tightening. The man had gone from remorseful to ice-cold in seconds. There was something about him that stirred a quiet threat Noah couldn’t shake—like danger wearing a calm face.He raked a hand through his hair, his mind spinn
Days turned into weeks, and weeks slipped by until two full months had passed. School had taken on a rhythm of its own—morning lectures, group discussions, assignments, and quiet evenings. Mia’s friendship with Eleanor had deepened. Among her peers, Eleanor was the closest. They worked on assignments together, shared quiet lunches, and occasionally hung out after lectures.Yet somehow, Christian had never crossed paths with this Eleanor. Despite Mia mentioning her constantly, and even Raven casually bringing her up, Christian had never once seen the mysterious woman. It bothered him. No one else had ever met her, and she had no digital footprint—nothing on the university’s portal, no social media presence, not even a registration photo. Eleanor Hart had become a ghost he couldn’t catch.Meanwhile, Raven had been doing well. She’d moved on from the heartbreak of her past and was now focused on her future. She resumed school a day after Mia and was slowly finding her footing again. The
Christian noticed the tension in her face but said nothing. He reminded himself—professional. Always professional.He clenched the steering wheel lightly, but his eyes stayed on Mia’s reflection.They pulled out of the lot.But as they neared the school gate, Christian’s gaze locked on a car parked up ahead.Black sedan. Chrome grille. Same model from that morning.He leaned forward.The license plate.It carried a different number.His hands gripped the wheel.What the hell was going on?Christian didn’t wait to confirm if it was the same license number from earlier or a tampered one. His instincts kicked in fast—he needed to see the face of whoever was behind the wheel. The moment the black sedan moved, he followed.He didn’t speed recklessly, though. He kept a steady distance, just enough not to alarm Mia in the back seat. The last thing he wanted was for her to notice something and panic. This wasn’t the time for questions he didn’t have answers to.Meanwhile, Mia stared down at h
Mia finally reached the lecture hall—an expansive, modern room built for postgraduate programs. Rows of sleek desks curved gently along ascending platforms, each with built-in monitors and adjustable seats. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed one side of the hall, letting in the pale London sunlight. At the front stood a wide digital screen and a polished wooden podium.She stepped inside quietly. A few students were already seated, some tapping on tablets, others chatting softly. A tall guy in a blue hoodie sat with headphones slung around his neck, scribbling something in a notebook. Two girls in stylish trench coats scrolled through a shared phone, giggling under their breath.“Hello,” Mia greeted softly as she entered. A few turned and nodded in return.She scanned the room quickly and spotted an empty seat near the center. Without wasting time, she slipped into it and set her laptop bag on the desk. Her eyes instinctively searched for the blonde woman from earlier.Nowhere.She frown