LOGINNatalie's pov The applause continued longer than I expected it to. It echoed around the ballroom while I stood beneath hundreds of curious eyes, smiling so hard my cheeks began to ache.Joey's hand rested lightly against my shoulder, in a way that seemed more… deliberate than it was loving.Then, he waved at the guests.“Enjoy yourselves,” he announced.The orchestra immediately struck up another song.People dispersed once again, chattering with themselves and each other.Conversations resumed again, and the champagne glasses clinked together.I exhaled quietly, carefully stepping away from Joey, intending to disappear into the crowd.“Natalie, wait,” My mother hurried toward me.Once again, I was in awe of how she looked. I scanned her face, watching every micro expression I'd gotten so used to seeing.She looked beautiful, too beautiful.Her makeup hid the dark circles beneath her eyes, but then I saw it, the slight tremble of her fingers, the exhaustion in her eyes. “You did w
Natalie's pov Tristan Wells.Wells pharmaceuticals.“Wells Pharmaceuticals?”The words escaped before I could stop them.Tristan grin grew, his eyes narrowed on me.“So you've heard of us,” he stated, rather than asked. “Heard of you?” I echoed. “Half the country has, especially with the investigation on the drug…” Kian's grip on my arm tightened, stopping me from continuing my words.Tristan only smiled more, not looking a bit affected by the supposed investigation into illegal drugs production I was about to mention.“Ahh, yes. That was huge news, was it not?” He asked, putting a hand in his pocket. I cleared my throat, not knowing how to respond. He didn't look like he needed any response.“And you must be..” “Natalie,” I answered promptly, feeling Kian's hand press further into my skin.“You are very beautiful, Natalie,” Tristan stated airly, coming a step closer. Kian cleared his throat.“Tristan,” he said quietly, “leave.”The smile on Tristan's face only widened.“But I've
Natalie's povI spent the rest of the school day trying not to commit murder. The whispers became even more obnoxious with jokes and slurs hurled my way.Every hallway conversation seemed determined to test my self-control. By the time I got home, I was exhausted.Humiliated.And somehow even angrier than before. The mansion was unusually busy.Staff moved through the halls carrying flower arrangements.Expensive-looking decorations appeared seemingly out of nowhere.Voices echoed from every corner.I sighed again. It was tonight… The engagement party.I dragged myself upstairs.The shopping bags my mother bought sat neatly on my bed, as if they were waiting for me, mocking me.I stared at them for a full minute, then sighed and unzipped one. It held a beautiful dress, red, and soft to touch. The fabric felt like it was dancing through the seams. A knock sounded against the door.Before I could answer, my mother burst in.She froze, then her eyes widened with glee. I squinted, tryi
Natalie's pov The room spun.“And also, you would be introduced as the new member of the Lawley family in front of the press.”There it was.The way I died.I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of dread in my gut. It left a bitter taste in my mouth.I went through my morning routines robotically, not paying attention to any of the things I was doing.By the time I reached school, the feeling had turned into full blown terror.I couldn't tell if it was because of the engagement party happening tonight or something else. The second I stepped into the school hallway, I knew something was wrong. Deja Vu.Everyone was staring at me… just like last time.“Please just give me a break,” I whispered to myself. People were staring again, and it was not the casual kind of staring.It was full blown stares, quite different from the curious ones I got from the drug investigation.The whispers were louder as well, bits and pieces of conversations reached me, but they were not coherent enough
Natalie's pov “Yes… it is a merger.” I stood completely frozen. Those words... they hurt more than they should have, confirming what I always suspected. A merger.Not a marriage.What could Mr Lawley possibly want from my mother?The silence stretched, then Kian spoke again. His voice was quieter this time, soft like he was saying this to himself rather than the person on the other line.“...she's useful…”My throat tightened.I wasn't sure whether he meant my mother or myself.Neither possibility felt good. A few seconds later, he laughed again. That same cold laugh.“Trust me.”His voice carried clearly through the hallway.Something embarrassingly sharp settled inside my chest.Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.It echoed in my head over and over and over again. Kian ended the call and turned around.I stepped back immediately retreating into my room before he could see me, stumbling over my feet before going back to my previous spot on the bed.My pulse hammered, and my mouth grew bitter
Natalie's pov The folder sat on my dresser in the room that still felt too strange to be mine. I was at the edge of my bed, staring at it, and then at the message on my phone.‘If you value your scholarship, stop reading that file.’I knew exactly who it was from.It must be one of Kian's stupid pranks again. “He must think I'm a fool. If he believes this stupid text would scare me away, then he is mistaken.” I scoffed softly.Opening the folder, my eyes scanned through that strange page. I studied the shipment record, trying to make sense of the figures and what it meant.Nothing changed.The numbers remained numbers.The shipment codes remained just that - shipment codes.And the strange note scribbled at the bottom remained just as confusing as it had been an hour ago.I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I was overthinking it.Maybe it really was just some misplaced company document.Yet, I couldn't shake away the nervous knot that seemed to not want to leave my chest.My mind remembered K
Natalie's povFINAL YEARThe beginning of the end. As I stepped into the hallway of Bennington college, I grinded my jaw, the sharp pain that rose soothed me strangely.Students gathered in clusters, talking over each other. The chaos felt new, even when it was the same as always, at the start of
Natalie's pov The shelf at the Dean's office was filled with awards and plaques… all in shades of brown and grey.I looked at the door, sighing inwardly to myself. My mind was already made up as to what to ask the dean.Where might he-“Quit acting like a trapped squirrel.” A voice snapped beside
I scrunched up the letter, throwing it at the far end of my room.I was up and ready before 7am, not because I was heeding to the Kian's command. I was simply scared of offending Joey.Kian was bluffing anyways. I knew there was no way in hell that he'd be taking me in his car to school.When I st
Natalie's pov That was it.I knew I wasn't going to let it slide this time.“Excuse me?” I asked, unable to help myself. My mother kicked me lightly underneath the table.I ignored her, I could feel my ears get hot. I clenched the spoon in my hands, trying to keep the emotion at bay.“You are wel







