After 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 More☆☆ SUMMER’S POV ☆☆The doctor led JT and I to his office. He shut the door behind us and motioned for us to sit. We did. “I wanted to speak to his father privately because… the situation is unusual,” the doctor began.“Like I said, I am his uncle. This is his girlfriend. Whatever it is, you can tell us. We'll pass it across to his father,” said JT.I didn’t speak, just folded my hands on my laps. I shifted in my chair, stomach twisting. The doctor opened Hayden’s chart, flipping pages with deliberate slowness. “When the patient was brought in, he was unresponsive. His vitals were dangerously unstable: Oxygen saturation dropping, pulse irregular. But the tests didn’t show infection, no signs of acute illness. Nothing that should have caused it.”I held my breath, my hands clenching into fists.“And then,” the doctor continued, his voice lowering, “we ran a toxicology screen.” He paused, letting the words settle. “There were sedatives in his bloodstream. High concentrations. Enough to
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆Hayden wasn’t breathing right. I shook him, my hands trembling so badly I could barely grip his shoulders.“Hayden? Is this a joke? Hayden? Wake up.”He didn’t move. I shook him harder.“Babe?”Nothing.Panic crawled in. How the fuck did this happen? What exactly happened? I had no idea. He was just asleep and now… this? I was so confused and frightened.“Hayden! Wake up!” My voice cracked. “Please—don’t do this to me!”Nothing. His skin was damp, slick with sweat, his chest heaving like his lungs were fighting him. A choked sound tore from my throat as I grabbed his phone, but my hands slipped, fingers numb. My own phone. Where’s my damn phone?I fumbled on the nightstand, found it, and hit 911.“Emergency services, what’s your—”“My boyfriend’s not—he’s not waking up! He just—he collapsed and—he’s burning up, please, I don’t know what’s happening!” My voice was high, broken, choking over itself.“Ma’am, calm down. Give me the address.”I rattled it off, heart slammi
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“You’re lying.”A flicker. Barely there. But I saw it—the flash of something raw in his eyes before he shut it down again.“I wish I was,” he said. “There’s a scar on my scalp. The back of my head. I had an accident a few days after Nancy died. I wasn’t supposed to live. But I woke up in the hospital. The doctor said it was a miracle. I couldn’t remember anything that happened for the last couple of weeks. I called Nancy, forgetting she was already dead.”My throat tightened. “And you expect me to believe you killed her?”Hayden’s gaze locked onto mine, unblinking, dangerous in its stillness. I slipped my hand from him, stepped back, hands running through my hair.“It’s not true.”“I did it, Summer.”“I don’t believe you’re capable of doing anything like that.”“But you don’t know me.”“I do,” I yelled, heart shattering.Silence stretched between us. The only sound pounding in my ears was the sound of my ragged breaths.“I do, Hayden,” I whispered. “I know you. You ma
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹The drive back to Hayden’s apartment feels like drowning in silence, except my brain apparently didn’t get the memo. It is screaming like crazy.The city lights smear across the windows, neon bleeding into shadows like the world is melting—a perfect reflection of my disaster of a life. Everything’s a fucking mess. And surprise, surprise—I’m the common denominator. Again. And again. And again.If I hadn’t been so blinded by Hayden’s sexy hands, his mouth, his everything, maybe Jake wouldn’t have walked in on us fucking. Naked. Entirely, tragically naked.What the actual fuck was that?My best friend. Silent. Staring at me fucking his brother. His eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of the most embarrassing moment of my fucking life. If I survive this emotional damage, I deserve an award. Fuck yeah, I deserve a big shiny award.Oh God!Hayden hasn’t said a single word since we left the mansion. I should take that as a good sign. I should shut up. B
♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤I woke up with a groan. My chest felt tight. My face and entire body were sore. The cafeteria memory flashed through my mind. All I remembered was pain. And Summer.Summer? Where is she? Is she here? I scanned the room frantically. The maid was asleep on the couch. One hand tucked under her head. I tried to move. Every muscle ached. How did I get here? I wondered.I sat upright on the couch, slowly, hands pressed to my chest, heart hammering. I remembered seeing Hayden. He looked like a dream. The only problem was that it wasn’t a dream.Summer’s bag was on the sofa. She was here. I struggled to my feet and staggered upstairs. The maid didn’t even wake. Each movement shot pain up my body. I walked down the corridor. Then I heard it. Soft moans. My stomach dropped. My heart slammed against my ribs.I moved slowly. The sound led me further down the corridor. Step by step. Toward Hayden’s room. I reached for the door. But my hand froze on the knob. Light spilled into the
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 I wish none of this had happened. Maybe if Jake and I hadn’t gone to the cafeteria… maybe he wouldn’t be lying here now, battered and broken, his face bruised and swollen, his body trembling in restless sleep. The doctor said he’d recover… but words don’t always heal wounds. I sit here, my chest tight, staring at him, guilt clawing at me until I feel sick. I just want him better. Trust is; I’m afraid of losing Jake. I don’t wanna lose him. I don’t want to lose Hayden either. And yet, the cruel truth gnaws at me: if keeping Hayden means letting Jake go… I might have to. And that thought alone makes me hate myself. How do I let go of my best friend? And worse of all, I think Tara doesn’t like me anymore. She never said she liked me before or that she didn’t. But at least, she wasn’t this cold. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Hayden re-entered the living room. His eyes met mine. He smiled. I gave him a weak smile in return as he walked toward me. “She’s gone,” h
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