登入RenataI stood frozen under the weight of it all, Drent holding me close as the gunmen fired into the air, their voices barking for everyone to get down.I flinched hard at the sound, and Drent whispered against my ear, "Easy, Peach."The gunmen moved to lock the doors as screams tore through the ballroom, glasses shattering against the marble, chairs overturned in the panic."What is going on," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Who would try to ambush an entire party?"Drent's jaw tightened, his eyes scanning the room with a sharpness that made my stomach twist. "Maybe this wasn't a party at all. Maybe this was the setup.""What?""You wouldn't understand," he said, voice low and clipped. "Javier warned me. He said this felt wrong. But my father called me himself. How is this even possible?""What are you talking about?" I asked, but he only tightened his hold on me."Stay down," he said. "We have to find a way out."I didn't fully understand what he meant, but the fear in his voice
DrentMy hand stayed over her lips longer than it should have. I could see the fear beneath her eyes, her blue eyes locked onto mine, wide and uncertain, searching my face for some explanation I wasn't ready to give her yet.I slowly trailed my finger down from her moist lips, tracing a slow line to her collarbone, and felt my own resolve falter for just a second before I caught myself and didn't let it show. I had spent years mastering the art of never letting anyone see what I actually felt, and I wasn't about to lose that discipline now, not even to her.I looked up at her slowly. "Your heart is beating faster than usual."She snapped back to herself, indignation flooding her expression. "Didn't you just hear what I said? My mom is"Before she could finish, I drew her closer, and she gasped as I turned her sideways, my hand still resting gently over her mouth, feeling the warmth of her breath against my palm."What are you doing," she muttered against my hand, breathing hard, her e
RenataI was still breathing hard when Marcus finally stormed off, and Drent's eyes landed on me, intense and searching."Are you alright?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"I forced the fear off my face and nodded quickly. "I'm fine.""Then why are you breathing hard, Peach?""What do you mean?" I asked, though I already knew exactly what he meant."He just threatened you," Drent said, his voice low, dangerous."He threatened me with my mom, Drent. You have no idea what this feels like."He didn't respond right away, and that was when I saw it, the pain flickering sharp across his face, his body swaying slightly as he reached out to steady himself against the wall. He wasn't fully healed. The punch he'd taken for me, the fight he'd just had, it had cost him more than he was letting on."I'm sorry," I said quickly, guilt flooding through me. "I didn't mean to stress you out.""I'm fine," he said, though his jaw was tight with the effort of standing upright.I moved closer and held him stea
MarcusI froze the moment I saw him standing in the doorway.I had been so certain that the accident would finish what it started, that Drent would either die quietly in that hospital bed or spend the rest of his life confined to it, out of the way, out of the picture entirely. But there he was. Alive. Standing. His curly hair damp and pushed back, bandages visible beneath the collar of his shirt, clearly nowhere near fully healed, and yet standing all the same.Why wouldn't he just die."Brother," I said, and though the shock rattled through me, I refused to let it show on my face. I straightened my spine, forced my expression into something composed. All my effort, every calculated move to make Renata back down and hand over what was rightfully mine, and now she had gone and brought him back. Drent.He stepped further into the room, his eyes cold and unblinking. "Save it, brother.""You're supposed to be resting," I said, a slow smirk curling at the edge of my mouth despite the unea
DrentI sat alone in the hospital room while the nurse administered another dose into my IV, the cold rush of it spreading through my arm."How did I even survive this," I asked her, more to myself than to her."You were lucky, sir," she said, not looking up from the monitor. "The accident didn't damage any of your vital organs. Still, you need to rest. You haven't fully recovered, and any strain or unnecessary movement could put you in a wheelchair permanently. Or worse."I sat with that for a moment, refusing to let the fear show on my face. "How long have I been out?"She hesitated before answering. "Close to a month, sir."I froze.A month. A full month gone, swallowed up while I lay unconscious in a hospital bed. A month during which I had given Renata every right to stand in my place, to run things so Marcus couldn't get his hands on what wasn't his. And yesterday, when I'd tried to ask her how everything was going, she had run out of the room without a single word.I remembered
RenataHis hair was still as long as mine, pulled back into a loose bun. A few dark strands had escaped near his ear, curling messily against his jaw, and I hated how much I noticed it.His cologne reached me before he did, and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it until it filled my lungs and made my chest ache.His eyes hadn't changed. Still dark, still intense, still sweeping over me the way they had the very first day we met, like he was memorizing something he was afraid to lose.The tattoos across his chest were visible where his hospital gown hung open, sprawling and inked deep into his skin, and God help me, even now, even here, they looked good on him.What was I doing. Standing here lusting after a man who had barely survived, a man I had waited on for hours just so I could see him and then walk away, back out, protect myself the way I always did.A man who might be the only person alive who could stand between me and Marcus. The only one who could maybe save my mother."
Renata"You will never be a boxer, Renata." The coach screamed it so loud that it echoed through the hallway. My heart sank. This had been my dream since I was six, to be a professional boxer. But the school system seemed dead set on the fact that it was a male sport, and it had always been."Wait,
RenataAfter three straight days in the hospital, I had not taken calls from anyone. I had stayed off social media, away from school, and away from everything else. Just sitting beside my mom and watching over her, hoping she would be alright.I had applied for a job at Tinnies, a fast food spot ne
RenataA week passed and all my efforts to get into the tournament had failed. A part of me began to regret not taking Drent up on his offer, but another part of me was glad I had not. I did not trust him or his family.They were probably the kind of rich family that believed only money mattered, o
DrentThe applause soon faded, the unexpected kiss between me and Renata had amused everyone. I didn't know we had the attention of everyone, and most especially, my father, who seemed to stand from afar with a smile of approval.That alone made me feel so close to getting the company than ever, bu







