LOGIN~Sara~“So where are we headed now?” Sandra asks as Alex drives through traffic.The reporters lost our trail. Hopefully.“I don’t know,” I say with a shrug. “My house is a hopeless case since the press got wind of it during Lily’s saga, and yours—”“Mine,” she cuts me off mid-sentence, peering into her phone screen, “is presently surrounded by at least five press vans.”She tilts the phone toward me. I lean closer, my eyes widening at the sprawling number of press vans clustered around her house in the CCTV footage.What the hell… If there are that many at hers, how many are at mine?She scoffs and pulls the phone back. “If my neighbors didn’t know any better, they’d think I’m wanted by the police.”Honestly, I’d do something crazy just to get arrested right now. A few hours in a cell, away from this madness, is starting to sound appealing.I groan. “Maybe we should consider hijacking a car.”They all pause and blink at me. Even Alex glances away from the windshield for a second to s
~Alex~ Jeremy steps in like he owns the place, his eyes locking on me immediately. “What are you doing here?” he asks, voice tight. I take a step forward, dragging my gaze slowly over him from head to toe, like I’m inspecting something questionable. “I should be asking you the same thing,” I reply coolly. His jaw clenches. “Funny. Last I checked, I don’t need permission to visit someone.” “And last I checked,” I shoot back, “you don’t just show up at people’s doors unannounced.” “I came invited,” he snaps. “Unlike some people who track others like some—” “Finish that sentence,” I cut in, stepping closer. “Like some obsessed control freak!” I let out a dry laugh. “Careful. You’re starting to sound insecure.” “Insecure?” He scoffs. “You’re the one barging in uninvited.” “And you’re the one hanging around where you clearly don’t belong.” “Oh, I belong exactly where I want to be.” “Not here.” “Says who?” “Says me.” We’re inches apart now, tension thick eno
~Sara~“Hm?” I mutter, staring at my screen as I wait for "Mr. Mystery Commentator" to crawl out of whatever dark cave he typed that nonsense from and reply.I already handed him a premium, deluxe, no-refund piece of my mind, served hot. If that doesn’t scare him into retiring from public stupidity, nothing will.Minutes pass. Nothing happens.I scoff and scroll through the rest of the comments.“Witch.”“She must have cast a spell on Jeremy.”"She should be cancelled on all platforms."Same old rubbish. Petty insults. Dramatic accusations.I snort. "Right, because clearly the only logical explanation for a man liking a woman is… black magic. The world has officially lost its mind.”I yawn, tossing my phone aside. “Hopeless. Completely hopeless.”Then I flop onto the bed, dragging the duvet over myself. My eyes flutter shut. I slowly drift into sleep when—Knock, knock.I groan, snapping my eyes open. “Sandra, if you forgot the key again—”Another knock.I sit up, stretching lazily. “
~Sara~“Room 608.” The receptionist says, sliding the keycard across the counter. I stand awkwardly besides Sandra, face cap low. Nose mask up, looking around the reception like I'm fascinated with the paintings on the wall.Sandra grabs the keycard with a bright smile. “Thank you so much.”“You’re welcome,” the receptionist replies warmly. “Hope you enjoy your stay.”Then her gaze shifts to me. "...And you, miss—are you okay?” Oh God.I blink at her, pointing at myself. "M—me?”Sandra moves instantly, hooking her arm around mine and pulling me closer. “Oh, she’s fine! She just got back from… experimental nose reconstruction surgery gone wrong.'Silence.The receptionist’s mouth parts.Her colleague freezes mid-typing.I jerk my head to Sandra, stunned."Very sensitive." Sandra continues, nodding her head solemnly. "Sudden movements trigger… emotional episodes.”I choke.The receptionist gasps. “Oh my God… I’m so sorry.”Her colleague places a hand on her chest. “That must be so har
~Sara~The car zooms down the road, Sandra behind the wheel as we head toward my apartment.I clutch the dishes Mrs. Ford packed for me before I left the mansion. The flask rests on my lap, still warm. With one hand, I hold it steady; with the other, I scroll through my phone.“Here’s some dishes, girl,” Sandra snorts, mimicking Mrs. Ford as she turns the wheel into the next bend. “Make sure to eat well when you get home.”I laugh, slamming my head lightly against the headrest.Mrs. Ford has been… kind lately.First, she approves of my supposed relationship with Jeremy. Now, she’s packing meals for me and stressing that I should eat healthy.Strange.“Maybe she’s had a change of heart,” I say as Sandra continues her impersonation, her face locked in an exaggerated frown. “You know, people tend to get sentimental as they get older.”Sandra grunts, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. Unless she had a revelation from God Himself that she’s about to die…” She glances at me, eyes narrowing susp
~Sara~I blink. Stunned.My mouth opens… then closes, and I just stare at him, not knowing what to say.He tilts his head, watching me, amused. Then, pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling dramatically.“You know,” he says, wincing faintly, “this position isn’t exactly comfortable. My knee is starting to hurt.”My eyes widen. “Then—then stand up!”“Not until I get an answer.”I freeze again.Answer?What answer?Sandra leans into me, nudging me with her elbow. “Give him the number already.”“I—what—no—I mean—” Why is this happening?!Jeremy’s smile widens.Sandra straightens and grins at me mischievously.Oh no.I whip my head toward her. “Sandra—don’t you dare—”“Give him the number!” she starts chanting.The maids join in.“Give him the number!”“Give him the number!”“Give him the number!”My jaw drops. “You people are insane!”Sandra cups her hands around her mouth. “NUMBER!”“NUMBER!” the maids echo.I drag a hand down my face, heat rushing up my neck.This is a nightmare.An a
*Author Note*: The following chapter is interlinked with previous chapters and could be confusing if you have forgotten what had occured earlier. For better comprehension(if you end up being confused), I would advise you re-read chapter 9, 12, 13, 14, 15.Thank you.~~~~SARA~Time freezes. The ro
~SARA~“For the past few days,” I begin, “I’ve been on the news for… all the wrong reasons. Some of you might know me as the mean boss that bullies her subordinates, while others know me as the girl that threatens Jason Ford with a sex tape.”I clench hard on the podium and swallow. “There are two
Two Hours Till Anniversary.~SARA~We've been airborne for the past eleven hours. Khlan and I sit at the backseat of the chopper, while Ben took the wheels.The chopper flies aggressively in the air and we all sit in silence. Khlan is perched besides me, his face locked in an everlasting frown. Al
~SARA~What. The. Hell. Just... Happened?I ask myself as I stare into the now-empty hall.Alex is pacing back and forth, his hands wiping over his lips like an animal pulling at every restraint, fighting not to go straight for its prey.Jason and Mira are tucked behind Sir Alex Sr., mocking grins







