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Chapter Seventy One
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2026-08-31 15:50:40
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My knees felt like water, but Lael’s hands locked around mine with an iron grip, holding me anchored to the marble floor."Twenty minutes, Avery," Lael murmured, his thumbs smoothing over the back of my knuckles in a rhythm that was equal parts comforting and terrifying. "We go upstairs, change into something presentable, and we sit side-by-side in front of that camera. If you hesitate for even a second, my father will smell blood in the water.""What if he asks about the blog?" my voice trembled, raw and barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning. "What if he asks who leaked it?""We accuse Leon," Lael said flatly, his dark eyes flashing with a ruthless edge. "We tell Richard that Leon is trying to sabotage our relationship because he's threatened by us coming together. It's plausible, it fits Leon's bitter personality, and it shifts the spotlight off the 'fake' part of the rumors."I let out a shaky exhale, staring up at him. "You really have an answer for everything, don't
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I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, Lael’s words echoed through the quiet darkness of my bedroom. You’re just as deep in this web as I am, partner. The worst part about him wasn't his arrogance or his maddening ability to manipulate everyone around him—it was how easily he peeled back my layers and pointed out the dark, messy motives I tried so hard to deny.When my alarm finally went off at seven in the morning, I dragged myself out of bed feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. I dressed in simple blue jeans, a soft cream knit sweater, and my usual sneakers, pulling my hair back into a claw clip. I didn't bother putting on much makeup, just enough concealer to hide the dark circles under my hazel eyes.Downstairs, the estate was bathed in early morning sunlight. Lael was already leaning against the kitchen counter, casually sipping black coffee with his car keys resting beside a freshly printed stack of Sociology flashcards. He looked infuriatingly well-rested in a
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I held his gaze for a second longer than I should have, the silence between us stretching tight and fragile. My heart was thudding so hard against my ribs I was terrified he could hear it echoing in the massive, hollow gym.Then, the absurdity of the whole situation caught up to me."Right," I muttered, breaking the spell as I grabbed my tote bag and slung it over my shoulder. "Because you're such an altruistic protector. You're doing this out of the goodness of your heart, not because you need me to pass Sociology so Richard doesn't pull your trust fund."Lael's lips twitched, the intense, dangerous look vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. He flipped open the leather folder, scanning the legal jargon with a bored expression. "A guy can have dual motives, Avery. Passing Sociology is a bonus. Watching Leon's jaw clench every time I put my arm around you? Priceless.""You're sick," I said, stepping off the bleachers and snatching my half-empty iced coffee from the metal bench. "I'm
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The echo of the basketball hit the gym floor over and over, heavy and methodical. Feran caught a rebound off the backboard, spun it on his index finger, and threw a quick glance between Lael and me before tossing the ball back."You guys need a room or something?" Feran called out, his voice bouncing loudly off the high rafters. "Because the tension in here is thick enough to choke on, and I came here to shoot hoops, not act as a buffer for step-sibling angst.""Shut up, Feran," Lael said, not even looking back at him. His eyes remained locked on the rim as he caught the pass and sank another effortless jump shot.I leaned back against the top metal bar of the bleachers, clutching my half-melted iced coffee like a shield. "I am not having step-sibling angst. I am having you're-an-insufferable-jerk angst.""Right. Keep telling yourself that," Lael muttered. He dribbled past Feran, drove the lane, and scored a fast layup before turning around to wipe his forehead with the hem of his dar
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He just scoffed, his grip on my wrist tightening just enough to guide me out the heavy glass doors toward the athletic center. "Please. As if you'd risk your precious GPA just to spite me."I glared at him, but I kept my mouth shut as we crossed the courtyard. We rounded the side of the field house toward the main arena where the hockey team usually prepped.The parking lot was dead quiet, and the giant double doors were completely locked tight. No fans, no loud music, no team buses—literally nothing.I stopped dead in my tracks, pulling my wrist out of his grip and looking around the completely deserted concrete lot."Uh... Lael?" I said, turning to face him with my hands on my hips. "Where is everyone? Where's the game?"Lael casually shoved his hands into his sweater pockets, a lazy, unbothered smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he leaned against the brick wall."There isn't a game," he said smoothly.My jaw literally dropped. I stared at him for three full seconds, complet
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