Se connecterElena's POV By Saturday morning, I had started looking at apartments.Not seriously at first. I told myself I was only checking prices, comparing locations and trying to understand what it would take to move out after the basketball season. But the more listings I opened, the more real the possibility became.A small apartment near campus. One bedroom. A kitchen barely large enough for two people. Nothing luxurious, but it would be mine.I had spent so much time trying to make life in the Calloway mansion bearable that I had forgotten I could choose to leave.Tessa sat beside me on the bed, scrolling through one of the listings."This one looks decent.""It's expensive.""They all are."I sighed and took the phone from her. "I don't even know if I can afford it.""Then we'll figure out the money part when you have the full picture. But at least you're thinking about what you want instead of what everyone else expects."I looked at the apartment again."I don't want to leave my mother
Elena's POVI didn't wear the ring on Friday.For the first time since Jace had slipped it onto my finger, I left it on my bedside table and walked downstairs without it.I expected someone to notice.I just hadn't expected Jace to be the first.He was standing near the kitchen island, scrolling through his phone when I entered. His eyes moved to my bare hand, and whatever he had been reading suddenly became unimportant."You're not wearing it." I reached for a glass of water."Good morning to you too." "Elena." "It's a ring, Jace. Not a permanent part of my body."His jaw tightened, but he didn't push the conversation.Richard was already dressed for work, while Margot sat quietly at the breakfast counter. The atmosphere had been uncomfortable since my confrontation with her, and nobody seemed particularly interested in fixing it."Are you attending the reception tonight?" Richard asked."No." Jace looked at me. Richard frowned. "Your absence will raise questions.""Then perhaps you
Elena's POVBy Thursday afternoon, I'd received three messages from people I hadn't spoken to in years.One asked whether my mother had married Richard Calloway because we were struggling financially. Another wanted to know if Jace had paid my university fees.The third simply said, Girl, have you seen what they're saying about you?I hadn't, until Tessa appeared at my study table in the library, looking furious."Please tell me you've checked your phone." "Considering your expression, I'm guessing I shouldn't."She sat opposite me and showed me Lila Rowan's latest article.FROM STRUGGLING STUDENT TO CALLOWAY BRIDE: ELENA HART'S FAIRY-TALE TRANSFORMATION.Beneath the headline was a photograph of Jace and me at our first charity dinner. His hand rested on my waist while I smiled up at him.I remembered that evening. We'd argued in the car because he'd insisted I wear the ring where everyone could see it.Now the photograph looked like proof of a beautiful love story.The article descri
Elena's POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the ring on my finger.Sunlight caught the diamond, making it sparkle as though nothing had changed.Yesterday, it had been a prop. Today, I wasn't sure what it was anymore.I rolled onto my back, wishing I could erase the memories rushing through my head.Jace kissing me. His hands around my waist. The way he'd looked at me afterward, as though something between us had changed permanently.And the worst part? I had wanted every second of it.I was supposed to survive this engagement, finish the semester, and eventually walk away from the Calloway family with my dignity intact.Instead, I had kissed the boy who used to make my childhood miserable. The same boy who had somehow become the person I looked forward to seeing every morning.My phone vibrated.Tessa: Are you alive?Me: Unfortunately.Tessa: What happened?I hesitated before typing.Me: I think I made a mistake.She called immediately."What kind of mistake?" she demand
Elena’s POVBy the time we got home, I had decided I was done thinking about Jace Calloway.That lasted approximately three minutes.The house was unusually quiet. Margot and Richard were still out, which meant there was no dinner conversation waiting for us, no forced smiles across the table, no reason to pretend we were the perfect family everyone seemed determined to believe we were.I should have been relieved.Instead, I could still hear Jace’s voice from the car.What do you want me to do?Nothing.That was what I had told him.Because I didn't know what I wanted him to do. I didn't know what I wanted from him anymore.The problem was that every time Jace looked at me lately, the arrangement felt less like an arrangement.I dropped my bag onto the chair in my room and changed out of my clothes. I had barely finished pulling on an oversized shirt when I heard a knock.I opened the door.Jace stood in the hallway.His hair was still damp from the shower, and he had changed into gra
POV: ElenaCamille didn't attack me immediately.That would have been too obvious.Instead, she watched. She watched me at games. She watched who I spoke to after class.She watched Jace whenever he walked me across campus.And every time I noticed her, she gave me the same calm smile that made it impossible to tell whether she was planning something or simply enjoying the fact that I was uncomfortable.I had started expecting it.What I hadn't expected was how quickly the whispers changed. The first rumor appeared after Jace's game.Someone posted that I had been “controlling” his decisions. Another account claimed I was distracting him from basketball.By the next morning, there were comments suggesting that Jace's improved performance was only because he was desperate to keep me happy.It was ridiculous. But it was also effective. Because people didn't need proof. They only needed a story that sounded believable.Tessa dropped her phone onto the table during lunch. “She's doing it a
POV: ElenaBy eleven o'clock the next night, my bedroom felt less like a sanctuary and more like a vibrating cage.Thud. Thud. Thud.The heavy, aggressive bass from the sound system downstairs rattled the vintage glass panes of my private balcony. It had been going on for hours. What had started as
POV: ElenaThe sharp, echoing crack seemed to vibrate through the entire house, but neither of us moved.Water seeped into the pristine white tiles, carrying tiny, jagged shards right to the edge of his bare toes. Jace didn't even flinch. He just lowered the juice carton from his lips, his eyes tra
POV: ElenaThe blast of thick, humid air hit me the second I stepped off the jet bridge, but it wasn't nearly as suffocating as the voice vibrating against my eardrum."Elena? Are you off yet? Tell me you’re off the plane," my mother’s voice rushed through the line, accompanied by the distinct, cli
POV: ElenaAlmost instantly, the heavy, dark atmosphere Jace radiated began driving his guests toward the exits. Nobody wanted to be in the firing line of Halden University’s golden boy when he looked like he was about to rip a door off its hinges. Whispering crowds flooded, scrambling to grab thei







