Mag-log inEveryone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoothly, blowing a stream of smoke into the air. His tone gave nothing away. "She certainly gave everyone something to talk about. But after spending a year at the treatment center, she's much calmer now." "Definitely," someone quickly chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "She's practically trained now." "Yeah." Tristan stubbed out his cigarette, then tipped my chin up with two fingers. "Next month, I'll finally give you the wedding you've been waiting for." "Okay." I looked into his deep, searching eyes and obediently pressed my lips to his. What he didn't know was that I'd stopped caring about that wedding a long time ago.
view moreThat night, a blizzard swept through Anchorage.In the middle of the night, violent pounding on the gate woke me.I threw on a coat and stepped outside. Through the narrow opening in the door, I saw Tristan kneeling in the snow, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown.His face was burning with fever, and every breath came with a harsh, violent cough. Dario Cooper and Chad were trying desperately to pull him back toward the SUV."Sierra..." Tristan clung to the gate, his fingernails digging into the wood hard enough to leave bloody marks. "Please, just let me see her. I only want to see her one last time."He broke free of Chad's grip and slammed his forehead against the gate. "Sierra, I'll pay for everything I've done with my life. Please... forgive me."I stood on the other side of the gate and listened to him beg, but I had no intention of opening it. In the end, I just turned around, went back inside, and switched off the lights.Eventually, his friends managed to drag h
"Sick?"Tristan repeated the word under his breath, as if he couldn't believe he'd heard it. "Sierra, don't say things like that just because you're angry."He reached for my arm again, his voice unexpectedly humble and pleading. "I know you've been hurt. You can hit me, yell at me, and do whatever you want... Just come home with me.""I'm not going back." I stepped away before he could touch me. "I'm doing just fine here in Anchorage. I have a job, I have friends, and I sleep peacefully every night."I pointed to the weathered little gate a short distance away. "It isn't anything like Lakeside Estate, but it's my home now. Please stop interfering with my life."I walked past him and pulled out my key to unlock the gate."Sierra!"His voice cracked with desperation behind me. "Do you really think you can hide here and get rid of me? If I wanted to, I could buy every house on this street. I could even buy the grocery store where you work."My hand pushing the door open paused. I
Sierra's POVWinter in Anchorage was brutal, with snow burying the streets and piling against the rooftops.I rented a small one-story cottage on the edge of town. There was an apple tree in the yard, and every morning I scattered a handful of birdseed beneath its branches for the sparrows that braved the cold.Three months had passed since I left Eldeanford, and in all that time, I hadn't logged into any of my old social media accounts or contacted a single person from my former life.I found a job as a cashier at a neighborhood grocery store. The pay wasn't much, but it was enough to cover the basics and leave me with enough money to buy fresh meat and vegetables without having to count every dollar.The hearing in my left ear had continued to deteriorate.The doctor told me the damage from the medication was permanent, but I wasn't particularly upset about it. Without all those insincere voices filling my head, the world had become quieter, calmer, and somehow easier to bear.
Surveillance footage from all over the city had piled up on Tristan's desk, yet after three straight days and nights without sleep, he still hadn't found a single useful lead.Tomas finally walked into the office, looking almost as exhausted as his boss."Sir, we found her!"Tristan's head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the assistant."Where?""Ms. Perry didn't take a plane, nor did she take a high-speed route." Tomas swallowed hard, handing over a still image from a security camera. "She took a long-distance budget train. Her destination is Anchorage, Alaska."Tristan stared at the grainy image of Sierra sitting by the window, looking thin and worn. A sharp ache went through his chest.She had always hated long train rides more than anything, complaining about the cramped seats, the endless stops, and the stale air.She would never go anywhere unless he booked her first class or at least a private car. Yet now, just to get away from him, she'd chosen the cheapest












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