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
The sun filters through the hospital blinds, painting pale stripes across my blanket. I’ve been awake for hours, waiting for the doctor to finish the final round of checks so I can finally go home. It’s been two days and it’s finally discharge day. The bed tray in front of me is covered in “get we
Noah.I’m standing in the underground parking, running my hands through my hair for what feels like the hundredth time. The air is cold down here, but it’s nothing compared to the storm inside my chest.Her words keep replaying in my head relentlessly. They're like daggers, piercing my heart over an
My heart sinks. “No. Don’t you dare!”“For once,” she says softly, “I agree with him.”I stare at her, disbelief crashing over me. “You’re kidding.”She shakes her head, voice gentle but firm. “Sierra, think about it. His estate is basically a fortress. Guards, cameras, restricted access… no one cou
I meet him halfway. “How is she? Really?”He gives me a measured look, then glances toward the window. “She’s very lucky,” he says simply. “Coming out of a coma after two days without severe complications is a good sign. Her vitals are improving steadily. But she’ll be weak and maybe in pain.”I swa







