LOGINGrayson I was her nightmare before I ever knew I loved her. I told myself it was harmless words, laughter and power. I didn’t see the damage until it was too late. By the time I realized Selene was the only girl who ever mattered, she was already gone, taking my chance at redemption with her. Success followed me anyway. Money. Power. A company with my name on the top floor. None of it erased her. So when she walks into my office ten years later—untouched by the boy I used to be—I know this is my reckoning. She may be my employee now, but I’m the one on my knees. I’ll endure her anger, her hatred, even her revenge… if it means I get the chance to make things right. Because this time, I refuse to lose her. Selene I survived him once. I won’t let him destroy me again. Grayson was my bully, my humiliation, the reason my scars run deeper than skin. He took pieces of me I never got back—and now fate has the audacity to put him above me. My boss. My CEO. My past. He looks at me like regret is eating him alive. Like I’m something he still wants. But wanting me now doesn’t erase what he did then. I didn’t come back to be weak. I didn’t come back to forgive. I came back to win. And if Grayson thinks redemption will be easy, he’s forgotten one thing—I’m not the girl he broke anymore. And I won’t go down without a fight.
View MorePRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:Her words hit harder than a blade. Every apology I’d rehearsed over the years suddenly felt useless.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “There isn’t a word strong enough for what I did to you. For what I cost you.”She put the glass down on the table hard enough to make it rattle.“Your sorry doesn’t change the past, Vexley,” she said. “Doesn’t change the fact that I suffered for years because of you.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet her eyes. “I don’t expect forgiveness. I just… I needed you to know I never stopped being sorry.”She shook her head, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Your words mean nothing to me, Grayson. It’s too fucking late.”“Sel-”“I loved you.” Her voice broke on the word. “I fucking loved you. Do you even realize that?”I flinched, her words stealing my breath. Because it sounded like resignation, like a past she’d never go back to.“I trusted you,” she went on, voice rising. “Again and again. Even when I knew better. Even when you hadn
PastSELENE'S POV:I ran all the way home.I escaped through the secret passage and then I ran until every breath I took burned its way out of my chest and until the pain in my legs blurred every thought in my head.I stopped in front of the wrought-iron gates, feeling the wet tear tracks on my face for the first time.I doubled over, hands on my knees, my mind already buzzing with what my next distraction could be.Because standing still meant thinking about what had happened. And I would've rather torn through the tendons in my legs running than do that.But as soon I pushed the iron gates open, the thought evaporated my mind, replaced by a sinking feeling in my stomach.Something was very wrong.At this time of the day, Beverly Manor was peacefully quiet. A kind of silence that lulled you in.But right now, there was a restlessness within as I crossed the walkway to the front door.The entire staff seemed to be on their feet, flurrying in and out of the house. Their voices carried
PastGrayson's POV Selene was looking at her phone when I stopped in front of her. She looked up, visibly startled at seeing me. She’d been desperately trying to contact me the entire past week. The uncountable missed calls on my phone were proof enough that she’d lost sleep over me more than she’d done over her admissions.“Grayson-” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. “What…Are you okay?”She stood up from the edge of the fountain and I took a step back. Distance was everything I had or I would have shattered.She stared at me and it took her barely a second to recognize the look on my face. She’d seen it before. She was acquainted with it all too well.It was the look of destruction and it was all the warning I could afford.I also knew - painfully, aching - that she would not heed it.“You don’t have to do this, Vexley,” she said softly. “You don’t have to do anything he told you to.”“But I do,” I said. My voice sounded flat, unfamiliar. “I want to.”She opened her
PRESENT GRAYSON’S POV: Selene had, to her credit, at least sat in the front seat this time. Still, she made no effort to talk so I’d let the silence stretch, letting her have this small win. “We’re in the middle of nowhere,” she said the moment I parked the car at the outskirt of the forest. “Again.” But I caught the flicker of recognition in her eyes the moment she stepped out of the car. “Where are we?” she asked, voice softer now, curiosity slipping through her composure as the moonlight caught in her hair. “You said last time that I was predictable,” I said, stepping beside her. “So, I thought I’d try something new.” I paused, letting her look around. “Or you know, something old just to rekindle some memories.” She scoffed but held my arm when I offered it to her. I led her through the pathway surrounded by thick trees and the hardness melted off her face like magic. “Oh, god,” she whispered as she gazed at the millions of lanterns littering our path, glowing like gol
PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:I had not expected anyone to be home when I got back. That was mostly the case with my little apartment.It was a small two room apartment with silences almost as thick as my childhood home. This one, though, this home was one of my own making. These silences belonged entirel
PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:I survived living in a home shrouded in silences. I survived a father who didn’t care whether I was alive or dead as long as I could give him what he wanted. I survived growing up with a legacy that demanded every last drop of my blood.Hell, I clawed my way to the top of the
PRESENTSELENE’S POV:The problem with kissing your boss, who also happened to be your highschool enemy and inconveniently, the object of every sick fnatasy you’d ever had—as I very quickly realized—was that you still had to see him the next day and it was awkward as fuck.I’ve only had a Sunday to
PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:There was a buzzing in my ears that made it hard for me to listen to anything else.Corey let the pause linger after his little speech—just long enough to tighten every throat in the room before slipping something from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. A crisp white envelo


















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