LOGINIt glints softly and as I run my thumb over it, it grounds me. Tethers me to the present and reminds me that I am not alone.The panic doesn’t disappear, but it eases just enough for me to breathe again. Just because they’re suing me doesn’t mean my life or my career is over. It feels catastrophic,
SIERRAI’m sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of me, pretending to read through research articles, but I can’t get my mind to focus. At this point I think I won’t be able to focus on anything until everything is cleared.The company hasn’t sent their lawyers, but I know it’s not a matter of
Just thinking about it makes bile rise in my throat.Slowly, I reach into the drawer and pull out Chloe’s diary. I need something solid. Something real. Something to anchor me.My fingers tremble slightly as I flip it open and turn the page.[We all used to hang out even though it wasn't often, but
She freezes, just for a second, before her face smooths out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I advance on her slowly. “So you’re going to play stupid?”“I really don’t know…”“Jocelyn.”I say the name and watch her closely… Then I see it. The widening of her eyes and the split-second panic
For a second, everything freezes. My hand tightens around the car door handle, my feet rooted to the ground.“Mr. Wood?” Blaze’s voice pulls me out of the paralysis.“Are you sure?” I ask.“Yes,” he replies. “I ran through security footage. They’ve been meeting at least twice a week.”I inhale slowl
“If I remember correctly,” she says coolly, “you stopped me.”“That’s because I didn’t want us to sleep together before I officially made you mine,” I reply. “And before I could do that, you told me to get out.”She scoffs. “What did you expect? You basically rejected me and even after that, I gave
She's quiet for a second and then, “What if you move in me?” Stare at her before laughter bubbles out of my mouth.“I’m serious,” she says, frowning.“I love you, Babe, but no thanks,” I say, still laughing.I remember our campus days and I don’t want a repeat of that ever again. There is something
“Did you get him?”“Yes, sir,” one of the bodyguards replies, his voice crisp through the speaker. “He tried to run, but we caught him before he could get far.”“What did he say?” Noah’s tone is calm, but there’s a quiet edge to it that makes the air in the car feel heavier.“He’s a reporter,” the m
Anonymous.I slam my fist against the desk, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room. The glass trembles, and a few papers flutter to the floor. My jaw aches from how tightly I’m grinding my teeth.“She’s still alive,” I spit out. “How the fuck is she still alive?”The woman across from me flinc
“Nothing,” I say finally. “I’ve been shopping there for years and nothing stood out.”The two officers exchange another glance.“What’s that look for?” Noah asks, his tone edged with suspicion.Mark turns his gaze to me. “You said you’ve been going there for years, right?”“Yes.”“Then it’s highly l







