Sierra.The screen glare feels like it’s burning holes into my eyes, but I can’t look away. My thumb keeps scrolling, each headline more ridiculous than the last.“Did you see the way he grabbed her? That girl, poor girl.”“Exactly what I was thinking; the cameramancaptured it so clearly, she must h
The words burn as they leave me, because I know the truth: I’m the one to blame. Brook might have given me the match, but I’m the one that lit it and set things ablazeThe image of the angry red marks staining Sierra’s skin sears through me. Those are my marks, made by hand. Those thoughts, that rea
Noah.The drive home is silent, the kind of silence that presses against your skull until every thought is louder than it should be. My mother’s words echo, ringing in my head like a broken record that just won’t stop. You’re going to apologize…The more I hear them, the angrier I become. I’m so mad
[Hey Loves, I hope you are well... Today is my birthday and this is my way of saying thank you for your continued support. I hope you enjoy.]Ava.I watch silently as Noah storms out of the living room. His shoulders are rigid, his jaw set, and his temper practically radiating off him. Forcing him t
He’s not wrong. My perfection has always been my shield and now it’s the weapon pointed at my throat. No one is surprised by Brad Shaw’s scandals because they’re used to them, but with me, they’ll eat this up like it’s manna from heaven.“I’ll deal with it,” I grind out.He studies me for a long mom
“Young Master Wood, you’re home.” My parents’ housekeeper greets me at the door. I had to use a different car to get here because paparazzi were everywhere.“How many times have I told you to call me Noah?” I give her a small smile. “You’ve known me since I was a teenager.”She grins at me but does