LOGINThe valet setup outside the Crestview Estate was a sea of luxury SUVs and sleek sports cars, but when Kai’s matte-black truck pulled up to the main entryway, heads immediately turned. Valets stood at attention, while groups of students, football players, and campus influencers lined the grand marble steps, phones already glowing in the dim night air.Zara sat rigid in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the overflowing entrance. Music thrummed through the heavy glass doors of the mansion, vibrating straight into the soles of her heels.Before she could even reach for the door handle, Kai was already there. He swung the door open, his large hand extending into the frame. As her fingers touched his, his grip closed firmly around her palm, pulling her smoothly onto the pavement. He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled her flush against his side, his arm sliding around her bare lower back, a possessive, unyielding weight that anchored her to him before they even took their first step."Sta
The cold echo of Kai’s voice down the stairwell still lingered in the air, leaving the sentence unfinished in her mind: the version of the truth she had built her anger on was already beginning to shatter.Zara stood frozen in the middle of her apartment bedroom, the silence pressing heavy against her ears. The black designer box sat on her desk like a strike of lightning waiting to detonate. Inside it lay the dress. His dress. A physical reminder of the performance they were forced to play, wrapped up in silk that cost more than three months of her rent.The sharp, rhythmic buzz of her phone broke the stillness, vibrating against the wooden table.Zara slid it out of her pocket, her thumb hovering over the screen. Three missed calls. One voicemail. She pressed the phone to her ear as Maya’s frantic, high-energy voice filled the quiet room."Hey girl, where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop. I hope you’re ready for the party. Guess what, my outfit is so sexy, I’m going to l
The door was almost shut when Zara moved.“Wait”Kai did not stop.She snatched the black box off the table, shoved the security pass into her pocket, and went after him. The archive hallway stretched long and empty under the same cold fluorescent lights, her footsteps sharp against the quiet. Every sound felt too loud in a building that was supposed to be asleep.“Kai.” Her voice carried. “Come back here.”He slowed near the turn toward the stairwell, then turned fully, one brow lifting as she closed the distance. The teasing reached her before she even stopped walking.“Oh wow.” His mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Someone’s missing me already?”Zara halted a few feet away, breath tight in her chest. “Don’t.”“You didn’t even want the dress,” he continued, voice low and amused, the same tone he used when he knew he had the upper hand. “Didn’t want me taking my eyes off you. And now you’re running back down the hall like you’re about to beg for another kiss.”Heat flashed up her nec
The door opened fully.Kai stood on the threshold.For a second neither of them moved. The fluorescent lights hummed above the shelves. Zara’s hand was still frozen on the trackpad, the half-opened file glowing faintly on the screen behind her. Kai’s gaze went from her face to the laptop, then to the security pass lying beside it, then back to her eyes.“Hey,” he said quietly. “What are you doing?”Zara’s pulse slammed once, hard. She clicked the file shut so fast the screen jumped. The folder disappeared. The restricted list stared back at her as if nothing had ever been open.“Nothing.” Her voice came out tighter than she wanted. “I was just”“Snooping around?” Kai stepped inside and let the door ease shut behind him. The soft click made the room feel smaller. “With my pass?”She stood up too quickly, nearly catching the edge of the chair. “It’s nothing. Never mind.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “Someone sent you something.”Zara went still.Kai watched the change in her face the way
The archive room smelled like dust, old paper, and recycled air.Zara stood alone between two tall metal shelves, Kai’s private security pass still warm against her palm. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed with a thin, tired buzz. Most of the building was empty this late. Only a night guard had waved her through after she lifted the pass and offered the kind of calm smile that said she belonged there.She had told herself she only needed a few minutes.Long enough to find the incident file. Long enough to see what the board had buried after Leo’s injury.Her laptop sat open on the narrow research table, its glow cutting a pale rectangle across her face and the backs of her hands. She scrolled through restricted folders, pulse steady but climbing, until a soft vibration cut through the quiet.Her phone lit up beside the keyboard.Unknown number.Zara frowned and unlocked it.You were wrong about what happened to your brother.That was all.No name. No explanation. No threat.
“Zara, what have you done?” Maya gasped aloud the moment she burst through the front door of the apartment building, the heavy door slamming shut behind her. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she fumbled with her phone, her fingers trembling so violently she nearly dropped it onto the pavement.She quickly pulled up Zara’s contact and hit call, holding the phone tightly against her ear.Nothing. No ring, no connection, just a flat, automated tone signaling that the line wouldn't go through."Damn it, Zara, pick up!" Maya muttered under her breath, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.Before she could redial, her phone buzzed violently in her palm with an incoming text notification. She glanced down at the glowing screen.Clara: Girl, where the hell are you?! Come on, let’s get the dress for the party ready... I’m waiting right in front of your hostel!"Oh no," Maya groaned, pressing the back of her hand against her forehead. The last thing she had energy for right now was party







