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DREYVEN The elevator in the North Wing had been broken for two fucking hours. I stood in front of the metal doors, staring at the OUT OF ORDER sign like I could will it back to life through sheer irritation. Behind me, I could hear the maintenance guy apologizing for the third time. "Mr. Drey, we're working as fast as we can. The part should arrive tomorrow morning..." "Tomorrow morning doesn't help me right now, does it?" I cut him off, already turning away. "Forget it." I walked down the corridor toward the main building, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. The North Wing was private. Reserved. Away from the masses of students who populated this campus like ants. I'd spent four years avoiding the general population, and now I had to use the public elevator like some regular student. "Ven? You still there?" My brother's voice came through the earpiece I'd forgotten I was wearing. Right. Conference call. I'd muted myself when the maintenance guy showed up. "I'm here," I said, pushing through the door that connected the North Wing to the main library building. "North elevator is down. Having to slum it with the commoners." "Oh, the horror," Dreylen's voice drawled. "However will you survive?" "Shut up, Len." I took the stairs down from the third floor, my footsteps echoing in the stairwell. "Den, did you get the contracts from Dad?" "Yeah, looking at them now," Dreyden replied. I could hear papers rustling in the background. "He wants us all to review before the board meeting Thursday." "Of course he does." I reached the ground floor and headed toward the main bank of elevators. There were students everywhere. Talking, laughing, existing too loudly in my space. "Ton, you're being quiet. What's wrong?" Dreyton's laugh came through sharp and bitter. "Besides the fact that Dad's riding my ass about the security audit? Nothing. Everything's perfect." "The audit you were supposed to finish last week?" I pressed the elevator button, watching the numbers descend. Fifth floor. Fourth. "Maybe if you spent less time fighting and more time working..." "Don't start with me right now, Ven. I'm not in the mood." The elevator dinged. Fifth floor. The doors opened. Empty. Thank god. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The library's fifth floor was usually deserted, which was the only reason I tolerated coming here at all. Quiet. Empty. No people in my space. "Look," I said as the elevator began its ascent, "I'm not trying to be a dick. I'm just saying Dad's going to come down hard if you don't have those reports ready." "When is Dad not coming down hard?" Dreyton muttered. "Fair point." The elevator slowed. Fourth floor. Third. "Den, what's the timeline on the Singapore contract?" "Three weeks until signatures, but..." The elevator stopped. Fifth floor. The doors opened. I stepped out, already walking toward the section where I'd left my book last week, when someone crashed directly into me. The impact wasn't hard, but it was unexpected. I stumbled back a step, my phone slipping from my hand. I watched in horror as it hit the ground, the sound of cracking glass unmistakable. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" I looked up at the person who'd just destroyed my phone. A girl. Shorter than me, drowning in an oversized jacket, her bag now on the floor with books and pens scattered everywhere. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you, I should have been looking where I was going..." My phone. My brand new phone that I'd had for exactly three days. I bent down and picked it up, turning it over to see a spider web of cracks across the screen. Raw hot anger flooded through me. "Watch where the fuck you're walking." She was on her knees now, scrambling to pick up her stuff, still apologizing. I stared down at my ruined phone, my jaw clenched so tight I could hear my teeth grinding. "Ven? What happened?" Dreyden's voice in my ear. "Did someone just crash into you?" I couldn't respond. Not without screaming. The girl was still on the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to gather her things. So fucking clumsy. I hated clumsy people. Hated people who moved through the world without paying attention to anything around them. "You done?" I asked, my voice flat and cold. "Almost, I just..." I pulled out my phone, my cracked, ruined phone, and pretended to scroll through it while I waited for her to finish. It took everything in me not to just walk away and leave her there. "Take your time," I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "It's not like anyone else exists in your world." "Dude, that's harsh," Dreylen murmured through the earpiece. I ignored him. The girl finally grabbed the last book and stood up, keeping her eyes down like she couldn't even look at me. Good. She should be embarrassed. "You know what?" Her voice was shaking but there was anger in it now. "You could have just walked around me. Or said excuse me like a normal person. You don't have to be a complete asshole." I went completely still. Did she just... "Ven?" Dreyden's voice. "Did she just call you an asshole?" My head snapped up from my phone, I focused on her fully for the first time. Green eyes that wouldn't meet mine, dark hair pulled back. A face that looked like she cried often and easily. And that jacket, that oversized jacket that swallowed her whole like she was trying to disappear. But her jaw was set. Her hands were fisted at her sides. She looked scared but she was standing her ground. "What did you just say to me?" "I said you're being an asshole." Her voice shook harder but she didn't back down. "I apologized. Multiple times. I'm picking up my stuff as fast as I can. But you're standing there acting like I ruined your entire day by existing in your general vicinity." "Oh shit," Dreyton breathed through the earpiece. "She's got balls." I took a step closer to her. I expected her to retreat, to apologize again, to remember her place. But she held her ground, even though I could see her pulse racing in her throat. Who the hell did she think she was? "You want to know why I'm being an asshole?" My voice came out quiet, controlled. "Because I'm tired of people like you." "People like me?" "Yeah. People who walk around campus with their heads in the clouds, completely oblivious to everyone around them. People who are so wrapped up in their own little worlds that they crash into people and then act like they're the victim when someone gets annoyed." I looked her up and down slowly, the oversized jacket, the way she held herself like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. The expensive bag on her shoulder that didn't match the rest of her attempt at invisibility. "People who clearly don't belong here but show up anyway." "Ven, what the fuck?" Dreylen's voice was sharp now. "That's..." I reached up and tapped my earpiece, muting the call. I didn't need my brothers' commentary right now. "You don't know anything about me," she said, and I saw tears starting to form in her eyes. Perfect. Exactly what I thought. Weak. Fragile. Probably cried at everything. "I know enough." I crossed my arms. "I know you're the type who probably got accepted here because of some sob story. I know you walk around looking like you're about to cry at any second. I know you dress like you're trying to disappear but then wear that..." I gestured at the glimpse of green sweater visible under her jacket. "...like you're trying to get attention. Which is it? You want to be invisible or you want to be seen? Because you can't have both." Tears were streaming down her face now but she was still standing there, still glaring at me with those wet green eyes. "Fuck you," she whispered. I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Creative." I leaned in slightly. "Let me give you some advice, since you clearly need it. This university? It's not for people like you. It's for people who can handle the pressure, who can handle being around successful people without falling apart. You walking around looking like the world is ending? It's pathetic. And honestly, it's exhausting being around people who radiate that much weakness."Chapter 73DreytonShe was taller somehow, though I knew that wasn't possible, it must have just been the way she carried herself now. Head up. Shoulders back. Dark auburn hair loose down her back instead of scraped into a bun under a hood. She wore a dress that didn't hide a single inch of her, and she wore it like she'd never once in her life wanted to disappear.This wasn't the girl who used to fold herself into oversized jackets, who used to keep her eyes on the floor and her voice below a whisper. This woman walked through that door like the room belonged to her.But I knew her. God help me, I knew exactly who she was."Ton?" Dreyden's voice again, sharper now. "Ton, you've gone silent on us. What's going on?"I didn't answer. I couldn't. My eyes were locked on her face, waiting for her to notice she was in a room full of strangers, waiting for the moment to pass so I could breathe again.Then her eyes found mine.And she smiled.Not the shy, grateful smile I remembered from a l
Chapter 72DraytonFive years.Five years and I still ended up in this same bar at least twice a month, sitting on the same stool, nursing the same drink, like some part of me was stuck on repeat and couldn't find the next track.I'd come straight from the gym. My knuckles still ached under the wrap I hadn't bothered taking off properly, just loosened enough to hold a glass. Boxing had started as something to do with my hands so they didn't end up doing something worse. Somewhere along the way it had turned into more than that. I'd gone professional two years back, quiet about it at first, entering under a name that wasn't Drey, just to see if I could do it without the family attached. Turned out I could. Turned out I was good."You still there?" Dreyden's voice came through my earpiece, steady over the noise of the bar."I'm here," I said, turning the glass in slow circles on the counter. "Just tired. Long week. Went a full six rounds tonight.""The Hong Kong deal's basically done,
Chapter 71AureliaI didn't stop walking until I was back in my room, and even then, my legs kept moving. Pacing. Like my body hadn't got the message yet that there was nowhere left to run to.I sat on the edge of my bed and I cried. Not the quiet kind from the night before. This was ugly and loud, the kind that comes from somewhere lower than your chest, somewhere I didn't know I had left after everything else this week had already taken out of me. I cried until my throat was raw and my head throbbed and there was nothing left in me to cry with.Then I stopped, because something colder had taken its place.I looked around my room. The desk where I used to do my reading before any of this started. The window where I used to watch the quad and tell myself maybe this year wouldn't be complete torture. The bed where I'd once believed, stupidly, happily, that I'd finally found somewhere I belonged.I couldn't stay here.I shouldn't have come here in the first place, trying to prove I cou
Chapter 70DreyvenI stood there in the hallway, and the second her eyes landed on me, I saw her recognise me.She knew who I was without a single word from anyone, something in my chest caved in completely.She looked wrecked. Standing there in the middle of my living room with her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold her own body together, and I had done that. Me. Me. Me. It's all on me. This whole stupid, cruel game I'd started over one slap in an elevator.I opened my mouth. "Ari...""Don't," she said, and her voice was so quiet it was almost worse than if she'd screamed. "Don't you dare say my name right now."I closed my mouth. My hands were shaking at my sides, and I hated that. I hated that after everything, the only thing I could feel now was this sick, twisting need to cross the room and hold her. But I couldn't.I didn't move. I knew better than that. How do I solve this? How do I wipe those invisible tears off her. How do I mend her heart back to how it
Chapter 69Aurelia"Ari," he started, reaching for me. "Let me explain, please, just...""Who am I talking to?" I asked again, my voice flat and even, cutting straight through whatever he was about to build. "You still haven't answered me." His shoulders dropped. Something in his face gave way, like a wall crumbling from the inside out.But I wasn't a fool to believe this fake look on him."Drayton," he said quietly. "My name is Drayton."The name landed in my chest like a stone dropped down a well. It took a second to hit the bottom."Drayton," I repeated, testing the shape of it. It didn't sound like him. It didn't sound like anyone I knew. "Alright."I made myself breathe in and out, my hands had gone cold."And who did I kiss in the car yesterday, Drayton?" I didn't know how but I was sure he wasn't the one.He looked at me then, and there was something in his face I hated more than guilt. Pity. Like he felt sorry for me. Like I was something small and broken that needed to be ha
Chapter 68AureliaI got dressed slowly, like every button and zip needed my full attention or I might come apart. Jeans. A plain jumper. No effort in it, no soft colours picked because I thought he'd like them. Just clothes. Armour of a different kind than the hoodies I used to hide in, but armour all the same.The walk to his apartment felt shorter than it should have. I typed the code in with steady fingers and rode the elevator up, watching the numbers climb, feeling my heartbeat climb right along with them.When I got to his door step, I stood there for a while and took a deep breath. My hands felt heavy to comply. Standing there, the only thought that came to my mind was to bolt out of there. All the braveness I'd gathered, evaporated within seconds. I was still trying to knock when I felt the door open.He must have been standing right behind it, waiting, because there he was, grey eyes lighting up the second he saw me, that same easy warmth on his face that I used to think w







