LOGINNathaniel's Pov A wave of intense relief and satisfaction washed over me. The trap was set, and she had walked right into it, completely unaware that she was the only woman I had ever wanted in my life. “Good,” I said, my voice dropping to a lower, gentler register. I stood up from the pavement and extended my hand to her. She looked at my palm for a second before placing her cold hands in mine. I gripped it firmly, pulling her up from the sidewalk. The moment she stood on her feet, she winced sharply, her face contorting in pain as her hand flew straight to her left side. My eyes narrowed immediately. The warmth in my chest vanished, replaced by an instant, dangerous spike of anger. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong with your side?” “Oh this?” She looked down and shrugged, “It's nothing, just a little scratch.” “You…” “It's a little cold here and my legs are pretty numb.” She complained, staring at me. I knew that look, it was the look she gave whenever she didn't want to
Nathaniel's Pov “My girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend.” I watched her eyes widen in shock, her mouth flying open. She didn't expect this, and neither did I. When I saw her sitting at the roadside, looking so listless, I didn't know what to do. After she left, I found out what happened through an investigator. They had shown me the video of how she was humiliated in front of everyone, especially the man she was in love with; my brother. I felt like rushing over to wherever he was to strangle him alive. I knew that there was something going on between Katherine and Damon but I didn't want to check it myself because I could see the way she acted whenever I asked, but after yesterday night, I just couldn't wait anymore. I had to check. But what I didn't know is that she would be asked to leave her dorm room. Even though this woman has slept with me before, hearing her offer to do it again so that I could help her made my heart burn with anger. Ever since I saw
Katherine's Pov “Miss, aren't you alighting? We're here already.” The taxi driver's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I was about to ask him to take me back, anywhere other than here but from the look he was already giving me, I could tell that he was starting to get annoyed. Also, I couldn't waste any more money. So I just dropped and took my suitcases from the trunk. The taxi drove away, leaving me standing alone on the quiet, empty sidewalk with my suitcases. Why did I come here? Why did my brain choose this place out of all the places in the city? Nathaniel. The man who was confusing, arrogant, and yet… the only person who had shown me a strange kind of protection over the last few days. But I couldn't just show up at his house like a stray dog. He would probably mock me. Even with those thoughts, I brought out my phone, my hands shaking slightly. I opened my messaging app and scrolled down until I found Nathaniel’s name. I opened our message inbox and started to type
Katherine's Pov A hot, stinging wave of intense humiliation rushed through my entire body. My face felt like it was on fire. Tears started to gather around my eyes, blurring my vision, but I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the sob rising in my throat. I refused to cry in front of them. I refused to let them see me break down completely. “Look at her,” a voice whispered from a few feet away. “That’s the girl from the video.” “Wow, they actually threw her stuff out like trash.” “Serves her right. She’s a slut anyway. A pretender. Acting all innocent when she’s doing stuff like that.” The words cut through me like but I forced myself to move. I couldn't just stand here and let them mock me. Slowly, I dropped to my knees and began to pack my stuff back into one place. My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely grip my clothes. I gathered the jeans and shirts that had been thrown to the ground, wiping the dust off them before shoving them messily into the open s
Katherine's Pov My heart stopped. Panic flared up inside me, “No! Please, wait!” I begged, scrambling out of the bed. I stood up, my hands shaking as I looked at Mrs. Lucinda. “Please don't do that. Don't let them touch my things. I’ll leave right now, I swear! Just give me a few hours. I will pack everything myself. I won't cause any trouble, I promise you. Just please don't throw my things out.” “You should have packed them and left yesterday instead of trying to act funny and hiding in here,” Lucinda said, her face completely expressionless. “You thought you could sneak around the rules, didn't you? Well, it doesn't work that way. Move out of the way.” The three security men didn't hesitate. They marched past Mrs. Lucinda and walked straight toward my closet and my desk. “Stop! Please, stop!” I cried out, rushing forward to try and block them. I grabbed the arm of the closest security guard, trying to pull him away from my clothes. “Don't touch my stuff! Please!” But I was no
Katherine's Pov BANG! BANG! BANG! I jolted awake, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. The sound was deafening. It wasn't a normal knock; it sounded like someone was trying to break the door down. The morning sun was pouring into the room, making my eyes sting. I sat up quickly, looking around. Beside me, Brittany groaned, rubbing her eyes, startled by the noise. I looked across the room and noticed Isabella was already awake. She was sitting on her bed, fully dressed, with a smug, knowing smirk on her face. She didn't look surprised by the noise at all. In fact, she looked like she had been waiting for it. Suddenly, a really bad feeling washed over me. My stomach dropped into a cold, empty pit. It was the exact same feeling I got right before everything went downhill with the video. BANG! BANG! “Open this door right now!” a harsh voice shouted from the hallway. “What the hell is going on?” Brittany muttered, looking angry as she threw the blanket off her legs. She got
Katherine's Pov. “What?” “I asked if you’re fucking done, Katherine?” Damon asked, his voice completely casual, as if we were just arguing about where to eat lunch. “Seriously, Katherine? Why are you making this much of a fuss?” “A fuss?” I choked out, a harsh, hysterical laugh tearing from my
Katherine's Pov "I was so desperate to protect you, even after what you did to me at the ring shop yesterday. I was so willing to protect the memory of the boy I loved," I continued, my voice cracking under the sheer weight of the emotional pain. "But standing here right now, listening to you lie
Katherine's Pov Damon quickly recovered, scoffing loudly as he shook his head, trying to brush off her words. "I don't even know what the hell you're talking about, Brittany. You're crazy. You've always been completely out of your mind." He dismissed her entirely and turned his gaze back to me
Katherine's Pov She wrapped her arm securely around my waist, letting me lean my shaking weight against her side. I lowered my head, my long hair falling forward like a shield to cover my tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes. But the moment Brittany unlocked the ladies' room door and pushed it o







