LOGINLila stepped inside, smiling with a plastic bag in one hand—until her eyes adjusted to the dim lights, the scattered clothes, the two naked, sweat-slicked bodies.
The bag hit the floor. Takeout spilled.
For one heartbeat, nobody moved.Then Lila screamed.
Lila Voss stood there.Her expression shifted the moment she saw Ethan inside the apartment.
The silence stretched.
Her eyes moved across the room.
The couch.
The empty glasses.
The way Noah stood between her and Ethan.
Understanding slowly filled her face.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” she said quietly.
Noah didn’t respond.
Lila laughed once, a short broken sound.
“You slept with him.”
Noah stepped forward carefully. “Lila—”
She hit him.
Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to show how furious she was.
You— you fucking liar!” She flew at Noah again, fists swinging. Her palm cracked across his face so hard his head snapped sideways. “How long?! How long have you been fucking him behind my back?!” Tears poured down her cheeks instantly, mascara streaking like black rivers. She hit him again—chest, arms, anywhere she could reach—sobbing so violently her whole body shook. “I loved you!
“You humiliated me!” she shouted.
Ethan stood up quickly.
“I didn’t know—”
“Oh please,” she snapped. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know he had a girlfriend.”
Noah stepped in front of Ethan.
“This isn’t his fault.”
“Then whose fault is it?” Lila demanded.
Noah exhaled slowly.
“Mine.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“How long?” she whispered.
“Long enough that I can’t keep lying anymore.”
She stared at him.
“You’re serious.”
Noah nodded.
“I’m gay.”
The words landed like an explosion.
For a moment Lila didn’t react.
Then the tears started.
She hit Noah again, crying openly now.
“Do you know what this does to me?” she said. “People will think I was fake. That our entire relationship was a joke!”
Noah grabbed her wrists gently.
“Lila, please—”
She pulled away.
“You want the truth out so badly?” she said bitterly.
Her eyes flicked toward Ethan.
“Fine.”
She walked toward the door.
“Let’s see how much you two like each other when the entire campus knows.”
The door slammed behind her.
The apartment fell silent.
Then Noah’s phone buzzed.
Then again.
Then again.
Ethan’s phone began vibrating too.
Messages poured in from every direction.
Group chats.
Social media.
Campus gossip pages.
Ethan opened one post and felt his stomach drop.
CRESTWOOD CONFESSIONS:
Soccer captain Noah Reyes caught with top law student Ethan Vale. Guess the golden boy isn’t so perfect after all.Comments flooded in beneath it.
Hours later, under the dim glow of a single lamp, Noah did the only thing that still felt true.
He pulled out the small velvet box he’d hidden for months. Inside was a simple silver band.
“Marry me,” he whispered, voice cracked but certain. “Secretly. Tonight. Just us. No one else gets to take this away.”
Ethan’s hands shook as Noah slid the ring onto his finger. They kissed through tears—slow, desperate, promising forever in the wreckage.Noah’s phone rang.
His father.
He answered slowly.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end was cold.
“Tell me the rumors about you and that boy are not true.”
Noah glanced at Ethan.
“They are.”
The silence that followed felt endless.
“You’ve embarrassed this family,” his father said before hanging up.
Across the room, Ethan’s phone buzzed again.
Then again.
Then again.
But these weren’t gossip messages.
They were emails.
From professors.
Professor Hargrove:
Ethan, we need to discuss the situation currently circulating online.Another message arrived seconds later.
Professor Klein:
Your name is trending across the university network. This could affect your academic standing.Then a third email appeared.
Dean of Law Faculty:
Mr. Vale, report to my office first thing tomorrow morning.Ethan’s chest tightened.
He looked up slowly.
“Noah…”
“What?”
“My professors know.”
The phone buzzed again.
This time it was a message from his father.
Come home immediately.
Ethan’s hands started shaking.
“I think…” he said quietly, “I might lose everything.”
Before Noah could answer, the apartment lights flickered as another notification appeared on Ethan’s phone.
A new headline.
BREAKING: CRESTWOOD LAW DEPARTMENT REVIEWING ETHAN VALE AFTER CAMPUS SCANDAL.
Ethan stared at the screen.
His future—his career—everything he’d worked for suddenly felt like it was collapsing.
And the worst part was that the university talk had only just begun.
The room remained quiet. No one heard him. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor echoed softly through the ICU, blending with the gentle hum of the ventilator.She reached for the blanket and smoothed out a crease near his waist before brushing a loose strand of ginger hair away from his forehead. Her eyes searched his face. Nothing had changed. His breathing remained slow and measured beneath the assistance of the machine. His eyelids stayed closed, his expression peaceful, as though he had simply drifted into a deep sleep. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. A few minutes past two. Another afternoon. Another day spent hoping. A soft knock sounded at the door. “Come in.” A young nurse entered with a stainless-steel tray balanced carefully in her hands. An IV bag hung from the side of the trolley beside neatly arranged medication and a syringe prepared for Noah’s afternoon injection. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Reyes.” Mrs. Reyes offered a tired smile. “Good aftern
A few minutes later, Lila glanced at the time on her wristwatch and let out a quiet sigh.“I should go.”Mrs. Reyes looked up.“So soon?”Lila offered an apologetic smile.“I have two lectures this morning. If I miss another one, my lecturer might lock me out of the class.”Mrs. Reyes nodded understandingly.“You’ve done more than enough already, dear.”Lila leaned over Noah once more, gently brushing a loose strand of ginger hair away from his forehead. She pressed a lingering kiss against his temple before whispering,“I’ll be back after classes, okay?”There was no response.Only the steady rhythm of the heart monitor.She squeezed his hand gently before letting it go.“I’ll see you later.”Picking up her handbag, she gave Mrs. Reyes a brief hug.“Call me if anything changes.”“I will.”Lila managed one last smile before turning toward the door.As she stepped into the corridor, her footsteps slowed.A familiar figure stood a few metres away.Ethan.He had just arrived.For a brief
Morning arrived quietly.The corridors of the Hospital no longer echoed with the frantic footsteps that had filled them two nights earlier. Nurses moved from room to room with practiced ease, the squeak of their shoes blending with the occasional chime of monitors and the soft murmur of voices.Inside the Intensive Care Unit, Noah Reyes remained motionless.The ventilator breathed for him with steady precision.His head was wrapped in fresh white bandages, hiding the stitches beneath. Bruises stretched across the left side of his face, fading from deep purple into shades of yellow. His right arm rested in a cast while wires and tubes disappeared beneath the thin hospital blanket covering his body.The only proof that he was still fighting was the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the green line dancing across the heart monitor beside him.Mrs. Reyes hadn’t left his side since sunrise.She sat quietly beside the bed, her fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone co
The university had never been this loud. Not with voices. With phones. Everywhere Ethan looked, someone was staring at a screen. Some stood beneath the old mango trees outside the Faculty of Law. Others leaned against parked cars or sat on the concrete benches lining the walkway. Lecturers crossed the courtyard carrying stacks of files, pretending not to notice the clusters of students gathered around glowing displays. “…Play it again.” “I swear the car flipped twice.” “No, zoom in. That’s Noah’s SUV.” “I heard he died.” “He didn’t. My cousin works at that hospital . He’s still in ICU.” The words followed Ethan long before anyone noticed him. A group of first-year students huddled around a phone, watching shaky footage recorded by someone at the accident scene. Sirens screamed through the tiny speaker. Noah’s car lay twisted against a roadside barrier, its front end crushed beyond recognition. Smoke drifted into the night sky while paramedics fought to
Chapter 8: The Waiting Room Hospitals had a way of swallowing time. Minutes stretched into hours, and hours blurred into something that no longer felt measurable. The clock hanging above the waiting room ticked faithfully, but Ethan had stopped looking at it a long time ago. He sat at the far end of the corridor, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers laced together so tightly that the tips had gone pale. Every now and then, he’d unclasp them, rub his damp palms against his jeans, and lace them together again. It gave his hands something to do. His mind refused to be distracted. Every time the ICU doors opened, his heart climbed into his throat. Every time they closed again, it fell a little harder. Across the room, Noah’s mother sat beside Lila. The older woman had not cried in several minutes, but grief still clung to her face. She held a small silver cross between trembling fingers, silently moving her lips in prayer. Lila remained unusually still. Her eyes never left the
The sound sliced through the operating room like a scalpel dragged across glass.A long, piercing tone.Flat.Unmoving.Final.For one frozen second, the entire surgical theater held its breath. The steady rhythm that had pulsed through the room only moments earlier—the reassuring beep-beep-beep of a young heart fighting—vanished. In its place stretched an endless, merciless flatline that seemed to swallow every other sound.“No pulse,” a nurse announced, her voice cracking with sudden panic. “His heart has stopped.”The words detonated like a grenade.Chaos erupted.“Start compressions!” the lead surgeon barked, already climbing onto the low stool beside the operating table. His gloved hands slammed down onto Noah’s chest with brutal, practiced force. The boy’s slender body jolted violently with each compression, his head rocking slightly on the sterile pillow, dark hair matted with sweat and blood.“Charge the defibrillator—now!”Another nurse, hands trembling inside purple gloves,
(Attraction/Admission)Ethan Vale didn’t do parties.He did case law, 4.0 GPAs, and the kind of silence that made people nervous. At Crestwood University, he was Ace—untouchable, unreadable, the glacier of the law faculty who could dismantle an argument before breakfast and never let anyone see the
The scandal spread across Crestwood overnight.By morning, everyone seemed to know. The whispers started softly in the hallways, barely audible at first, then quickly escalated into full conversations. Lockers slammed, voices hushed, and heads turned whenever Noah Reyes or Ethan Vale passed by.Th
Crossing Lines (SEX)Friday evening draped the city in golden light as Ethan walked toward his apartment, backpack slung over one shoulder. His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out without looking.Noah Reyes: Come to my apartment. Please. I need to see you. Now.Ethan’s heart skipped. Without hesita
Rumors exploded overnight.By morning, Crestwood University had turned the previous night’s party into entertainment. Screenshots of the moment Noah had stood up in the Truth-or-Dare circle were already everywhere.Someone had slowed the video down so Noah’s voice—low, amused, and sharp—played over







