LOGINAfter one soul-crushing breakup, Summer Peterson—quirky, invisible, heartbroken—swore she’d never fall again. But secrets don’t care about promises. Especially not the kind hiding in her best friend’s older brother. Hayden is everything she shouldn’t want. Dangerous. Magnetic. Off-limits. But one forbidden kiss was all it took to unravel her. Now every stolen moment pulls her deeper—into a twisted affair of obsession, lies, and betrayal. Hayden doesn’t just touch. He marks. He owns. And he’s hiding a secret that could destroy them both. Someone is watching. Someone who wants her. And someone who will do anything to tear them apart. Loving him might ruin her. Leaving him might kill her. How do you run from the boy who’d burn the world to keep you? And how far will she go for a love that was never meant to save her? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING – MATURE CONTENT AHEAD This story doesn’t hold back. It dives deep into explicit sexual content, intense emotional trauma, abuse, violence, and psychological manipulation. This content is strictly for 18+ audiences. If you proceed, do so with your eyes wide open. You’ve been warned.
View MoreI let out a moan as he bites my lips softly, a jolt of pleasure running through me. His right hand dances in between my thighs, his fingers delicately performing their beautiful magic trick, and I’m reaching cloud9, breathless.
Still, he wouldn't go all the way because I'm a virgin. Am I still a virgin if we've made out in all corners of my room? The only thing we haven't done is sex. “Fuck...” a low groan escapes my mouth when his lips traces it's way to my belly. My fingers instinctively grabs the pink sheets, and my other hand buries itself into his short brown curls. “Hayden, please, just do it already,” I managed to speak, my legs trembling from the pleasure. “You know we can't,” his voice comes out as a growl. I curse under my breath. He knows exactly how to make my body dance to his tunes and just exactly how to say no to me. As he climbs on top of me, a jolt of electricity runs through my entire body. When his lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, the world around me fades into nothing. “You're fucking delicious, though” he remarks, pulling away from me. He lies next to me, gazing into the ceiling. The only sound in the room is our laboured breaths. All I think of at the moment is how I got to this point. It all started a little over a month ago after Dean and I broke up. Dean was my boyfriend of seven months, until he was not. On our anniversary, I caught him sleeping with Maxine, that skank. I was unaware they'd been doing it all the while. Maybe it was because I didn't want to do it yet, and by "it" I think you know what. Coitus. Sex. Yes. That's literally what "it"means. Asshat. Hayden had just returned home from his studies abroad. A week later at one of Jake's parties, things kicked off between us. Hayden found Life in Saundersville, California boring, that's why he moved to study in Europe. He is the tall, athletic build guy every girl in the neighbourhood is begging to taste, and begging to have. You know, the usual bad boy with devilish, devastating handsomeness that draws women to him like a magnet. I, on the other hand, am the girl nobody ever notices except I do something stupid. You see, being Hayden's booty call is like a double edged-sword. On one hand, I had access to his inner world, and when we're outside, he acts like I don't exist. It doesn't get any better than that, does it? “Noone has got to find out about us,” he warned me several times. Basically, nobody knows we're making out. Not even my best friend, Jake, Hayden's younger brother, who seriously hates Hayden's guts. If Jake were to find out, gosh he'll freak out! He might even hate me too. I feel like I'm living a double life—one, where I'm the best friend to sweet Jake and the other, Hayden's bitch. So, back to Jake’s party. I had gone into Hayden's room to use the restroom because some horny ass teenagers were having a crazy makeout session in Jake's room. So Jake asked me to use Hayden's. After I used the restroom, when I got out, I met Hayden laying on his bed, half ass drunk. Our eyes locked for an instant, and my world seemed to freeze. For the first time, we had a normal conversation without him smashing a pillow into my face or knocking my head. The way he stared at me, though. There was something about it I couldn't quite understand. It made my eyes flutter. Butterflies filled my stomach and I almost gagged because of how nervous I felt. We played truth or dare, then he dared me to kiss him. Holy shit! To prove to him that I wasn't a kid anymore, but a super fine eighteen year old—a soon-to-be freshman at that, I fucking kissed him. It's been over a month and we've been doing it ever since then...in secret. My biggest, darkest secret—Hayden… my best friend's brother.♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤She was supposed to be mine first. Before Hayden. Before she decided she needed saving—by him. Of all people, she needed my fucking bastard brother to save her.I had followed her sometimes. To class. To cafés. Even to her former dorm. It was just to make sure she was safe—that’s what I told myself, anyway.I’d watched her. Not in a creepy way. Just… watching. I had to make sure no one else touched her. But the truth? I just needed to see her. Summer with her books pressed against her chest. Summer laughing with that soft, broken sound that made my heart twitch. Summer brushing her hair behind her ear, unaware that I was cataloging every fucking second.I never touched her. I just… kept her. In pictures. In pixels. In breath. Every picture was proof that she still existed somewhere I could reach. But then I saw them. Hayden’s guards. Shadow men. They were always around her. Always behind her. Man, it was fucked up that he had his club security following her like flies
♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡His eyes flicked to me. “Yes, she did. It was the last time we ever saw each other. It was the day she promised never to disturb our lives again. I was headed out when we met. She said she hated the garden. Geneviève didn’t like that very much. We know how much Geneviève loves her garden. I left your mom with Tara. They discussed the adoption process before she left.”Adoption? You gotta be kidding me. Why hadn’t anyone told me this before? This just changed everything. The last time I saw my mom was when she dropped me off at the Dylan’s mansion. She promised to return for me. But she never did.My mother must have come to France to pick me up during one of the holidays. But I never got to see her. If she met Tara and Countess Geneviève, she must have been there to see me, not to give me away. I didn’t believe she’d ever give me away that easily.“She must have come here to take me home,” I said quietly. “Not to give me away. If she met Tara and Geneviève, she must’
♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡The air in the foyer had gone thick. It felt like the walls themselves were choking on everything that had just been said. Summer was still beside me, hand trembling slightly in mine.The silence that followed my words—You are not my grandmother—wasn’t silence at all. It was judgment. It was whispers. It was the sound of centuries frowning down at me.Countess Geneviève’s red painted lips curved, though her eyes stayed sharp. She didn’t argue. She didn’t even blink. Her eyes only flicked toward me, pale and still, like I was something she’d found floating dead in her expensive champagne glass.Across the hall, servants froze mid-breath. Tara looked like she was about to drop dead any second. Someone dropped a fork. The echo felt deafening. Then came the whispers. Loud and clear.“That’s why he shouldn’t have been invited. He even brought that girl with him.”“The bastard son always forgets his place.”“Poor Tara… imagine living with that scandal.”“I heard he was expe
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆We arrived in France the next morning. I was surprised that I slept like a baby throughout the journey. Whenever I woke up, Hayden's eyes were on me. He would kiss me and tell me to get some sleep. I didn’t even remember if anyone else was there at that time. Just him. Only him.Ugh! Then there was Jake. That smug bastard. I caught him pretending to sleep across from us, his jaw tight, his lashes fluttering when Hayden brushed my hair off my shoulder.He was glaring through the cracks of his act, and I knew it. I could feel it. He always looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t—like he was biting back a warning no one asked for. Psycho.Two black cars were already waiting at the airport when we touched down. Hayden and I were left to drive alone together. Thank God for that. We rode behind the rest of his family.The drive from the private airstrip to Hayden’s grandparents’ estate felt like traveling into another world—one where everything was dipped in gold
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Hayden. Please, come in,” Dad said, like he was inviting a tax auditor and not my boyfriend who may or may not be the reason my anxiety medication should come in bulk. I’m kidding. I don’t take any anxiety medication.I shuffled aside like a malfunctioning robot, only realizing how weird I was acting when Keith shot me the ‘please stop embarrassing us’ look he’d perfected since birth.“These are for you,” Hayden said, stepping in like some romantic drama hero, handing the bouquet and box of chocolates to my dad. Not to me. I thought those were for me.Dad blinked at the gifts like he was trying to decide if Hayden was bribing him or proposing.“I owe you an apology, Mr. Peterson” said Hayden. “I should’ve told you sooner about me and Summer.”Dad nodded slowly, studying him. “You should have,” he said. “But I appreciate the honesty now. And I love the flowers and chocolate. Call me Edward, son.”Hayden smiled. “I care about Summer. I’m not here to make trouble.”Dad
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹You ever have one of those moments when you think, finally, the universe has decided to stop using you for target practice?You got the promotion. The boy you’ve been secretly writing Mrs. on your notebook about actually notices you. People stop whispering your name like it’s a side dish at the gossip buffet.And for a second, you think, Wow. Maybe I’m not cursed after all.Then the universe goes, “Psych!” and knocks you flat again.One wrong look. One wrong word. And everything good slips away like it was never real. Happiness apparently has a return policy no one tells you about.Can you imagine that?You don’t even know what you did wrong. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.Okay, look. I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but that’s me right now—balancing on the edge between keeping it together and auditioning for a breakdown. Smiling politely while quietly forgetting who I was before life decided to get creative with the pain.I try. God, I try s
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