MasukAbandoned on a cold, stormy night at just 6 years old, Sudan Flair learned the harshest lesson of all that love cannot be trusted. The memory of his mother’s face disappearing into the darkness haunts him, shaping him into a man who keeps his heart locked away. Years later, as he begins college, Sudan is assigned a roommate, Zach Musk, whose warmth and kindness begin to thaw the ice around his heart. Their bond deepens, a quiet undercurrent of something more forming between them. Sudan fights it, terrified of losing control, until one day Zach’s stepmother comes to visit campus and Sudan’s world tilts on its axis. The woman is now called Mary Musk, Sudan’s mother. The mother who abandoned him, now living in comfort with a new family, her perfect life built on his pain. As old wounds reopen, Sudan’s desire for revenge burns hotter than ever. When Zach invites him to a family vacation, Sudan sees the perfect opportunity to destroy the family that replaced him but what begins as a calculated plan spirals out of control as Sudan’s feelings for Zach grows. When Bask Musk, Zach’s powerful and controlling father, learns who Sudan truly is, everything erupts. Secrets will be revealed, love will be tested and Sudan will have to decide whether to destroy the family that hurt him or risk losing the only person he has ever truly loved.
Lihat lebih banyakBask had always known how to read people. It was why he built an empire from nothing. Why people feared him. Why betrayal rarely slipped past his guard.But Sudan Flair… That boy had been a puzzle from the moment he stepped into his home.Bask had watched him closely every glance, every weighted sentence, every calculated pause. Sudan moved like someone who expected to be hunted. Someone who carried ghosts in his pockets and kept knives behind his teeth. Someone who had something to hide.And that morning, as Zach walked beside him toward the study, Bask knew the shape of the truth was finally within reach. A thread dangled just barely, waiting to be pulled.He didn’t speak until they entered the room and closed the door. Zach sat nervously, fingers twisting. “Dad… what’s this about?”Bask didn’t answer. He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the file he’d found at dawn after hours of digging, calling old contacts, pulling favors he rarely used.The file he never expe
Zach didn’t sleep that night. He lay awake long after the house went quiet, staring at the ceiling, replaying breakfast, replaying Sudan’s face in the hallway, replaying the silence that now stretched between them like an ocean. His heart ached in a way he didn’t have language for. Because he loved him. Because he feared him. Because he didn’t recognize him. Somehow, all three were true.By morning, Zach felt hollowed out, brittle around the edges. He moved through the house quietly, avoiding the parts of the mansion where he might run into his parents. He just needed… space. A little air to breathe, to gather himself, to find some version of clarity. He ended up outside.The winter sun was weak, barely cutting through the frost on the lawn. Cold bit into his skin, but it felt grounding, real, unlike the emotional fog choking him inside. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and walked the long stone path leading toward the greenhouse. He wasn’t expecting to find Sudan
Sudan noticed immediately that something was different about Bask that morning.It wasn’t over, he didn’t growl, didn’t bark orders, didn’t try to control the room but there was a subtle shift, a predatory precision in the way he moved through the house, spoke to staff, even glanced at him.Bask was testing him. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t. Every nerve in his body was on edge, a constant hum of tension, but Sudan knew how to play his own game. He would observe. He would manipulate. But he would have to be even more careful now. The chessboard had changed.Breakfast was quiet. Zach sat across from him, untouched eggs barely on his plate, eyes flicking nervously between Sudan and his parents. Sudan could feel the tension radiating off him, and he had to admit it stung to see the hurt there, the confusion. He had planted that seed deliberately at the dinner table, and it had grown faster than he’d anticipated.Mary moved like a ghost around the table, avoiding his gaze, serving coffe
The morning after dinner, Bask woke early, as he always did. The lake was shrouded in mist, the air crisp, almost biting, and he stood at the edge of the dock, watching the water ripple gently in the rising sun. The serenity was a lie, of course. Nothing in this house or this family was serene anymore. Not with Sudan here.He had thought carefully overnight. Every word, every glance, every hesitation at dinner had been a test. And the results were clear.Sudan was not just clever, he was deliberate. He had stirred the household, provoked Zach, unnerved Mary. And yet, Bask could see it too. Sudan was careful. Strategic. Never reckless. He would act, but only when he could measure the consequences. That meant he was dangerous.Bask turned, walking back to the house with long, deliberate strides. He entered the kitchen where Mary stood quietly, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, the steam blurring the lines of her tension-filled face.“Bask,” she said softly, voice trembling. “I
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