LOGINSienna's POV
The aroma of freshly delivered food quickly filled the entire dining room, warm, savory, and tempting my stomach, which had felt empty for hours. When Liam opened the first pizza box, a burst of steam rose instantly, carrying the scent of melted cheese that made me swallow reflexively.“Noah, be careful. It’s still hot,” Liam said as he pulled a small plate toward Noah.“I’m strong!” Noah replied, lifting both arms as if showing off muscles that didn’t exist, makingNoah's POVThe engine was really loud on the training track. I pushed the gas pedal down more. Felt the strong vibration of the engine all the way to my fingertips. The wind hit my helmet visor as the car went through a curve.The track was not very big. It was tough enough. The asphalt was a bit rough with sharp turns that made the driver stay focused.My hands held the steering wheel tightly. Focus.I slowed down a bit before the turn then turned the wheel fast. The tires screeched loudly. My body was pushed to the side by centrifugal force but I kept the car steady. However as I exited the turn something happened.The car in front of me suddenly slowed down. I slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched louder this time. My car almost hit the back of it a few centimeters apart. My heart was pounding hard.My reflexes kicked in away as I jerked the wheel to the left avoiding the collision just in time. My car
Noah's POV It was quiet after I spoke. I was standing in front of the canvas with a pencil in my hand not moving. In the end Gabriel finally spoke up. "You are not really going to do all those things are you?” I smiled a little. "Why not?” "Because it is crazy. You have never been serious about painting, racing or boxing.” I looked at the line I drew. It was not good yet.. It was a start. "I can learn.” Gabriel did not think that was an idea. "This is not about if you can or not. It is about why you're doing all this.” I did not say anything for a moment. I thought about Rachel and how she looked at me that night. It was cold and challenging like I was not good enough. "To prove something.” Gabriel asked, "To who?” "To Rachel.” “If she still does not car
Noah's POVA bunch of people were sitting in front of their canvases.The sound of brushes on canvas was really soft. Filled the whole space.A woman near the reception desk turned to me. "Good morning, how can I help you?"She was being really kind.I walked up to her. "I want to sign up for a painting class."She asked "Beginner class?"I shook my head because I had drawn before.When I was younger I used to draw to pass the time.It was not serious or anything. It was enough to get my hands used to lines and shapes.The woman took a form from the desk. "We have a few classes. Basic, technical and realistic painting."I looked at the list. In my mind I was only thinking about one thing. Steven.If Rachel liked his paintings then I had to be better than him.So I asked the woman, "Which one is the hardest?"
Noah’s POVI sat in my car staring at the campus building for a second. Then I turned the steering wheel.Today I decided not to go to class.Usually I would. Head straight to class.. This morning felt different. Rachel’s words from night kept replaying in my mind.She said I should try painting like Steven. I should become the number one racer. I should win a boxing tournament.I almost laughed when I remembered it.Rachel really thought that was a way to make me give up.My car moved out of the campus area and onto the road. The morning air was fresh. The streets weren’t too crowded yet. I leaned back against the seat. Let out a slow breath.“I said I’d do it." I said to myself.To people it might sound crazy. A regular college student suddenly wants to learn painting. Join motorcycle racing. Enter a boxing tournament for a girl.But I didn’t care.
Emily's POV I stopped again, staring at the reflection of light on the water. “And when he falls,” my voice lowered, almost dissolving into the night air. A faint smile curved my lips. “He’ll drag everything down with him.” Liam. Sienna. Their names still tasted bitter on my tongue, even as my smile never faded. I remembered everything with perfect clarity. The way they stood above me. The way they took everything from me. And now I would be the one standing above them. Slowly. Without them ever realizing it. I raised my hand, staring at my fingers for a moment. It was as if everything was already within my grasp. “But not yet,” I murmured. It wasn’t time. There were still steps that needed to be perfected. Rachel had to become more attached. Noah had to become more obsessed. And when the time was right, I would pull the strings all at once. I took a slow breath, letting the night air fill my lungs. Calm. Everything was moving exactly according to plan. I glanced towa
Emily's POV Night had grown late when Rachel finally went upstairs. Her footsteps slowly disappeared behind the grand staircase of the house. I remained standing in the central garden, where the still pond and soft lights created a calm, beautiful view that felt especially satisfying tonight.A slow smile formed on my lips as I realized Rachel had done exactly what I wanted. She had always been easy to guide, intelligent, yet too soft-hearted, always seeking approval from those she called family. I had used that, making her believe everything was for her own good.I kept my gaze on the staircase a moment longer to ensure she was truly gone. Then I exhaled slowly, letting the cool night air clear my thoughts. The pond shimmered peacefully, hiding the quiet schemes moving beneath the surface.Rachel thought she was in control of herself. She believed every decision came from her own logic and desire to keep her distance. But in truth, I had planted those th
Sienna’s POV I didn’t regret it. I was grateful to have loved. Grateful to have been a part of this little family, even if in the end, I was pushed out. The front door opened with a creak, followed by Noah’s unmistakable giggle echoing through the house. I was in the kitchen, slicing strawberrie
Sienna’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and my eyes immediately found Noah sitting cross-legged in the living room. His small frame hunched over the tiny table, crayons in hand, busy scribbling on his drawing paper. I walked slowly, making my way toward him. “Noah,” I called softly. He didn’t
Sienna’s POV It took a while before I moved from the bed. This room was too quiet, too empty… but it was the only place where I could breathe without feeling like a broken doll constantly being shattered. I turned on the desk lamp and sat down at my writing desk. I took a deep breath and reache
Sienna’s POV This morning I woke up with a pounding headache and erratic breath. It felt as though I’d been trapped in a never-ending nightmare all night. But I had no time to complain. My eyes landed on the phone vibrating on the table—its screen lit up with a message from the parents' group. [I







