登入Zara barely had time to catch her breath before the crowd parted.Julian Vance glided forward like a predator accustomed to taking whatever he wanted. He closed the distance with a smooth, practiced ease that made the air around them feel instantly claustrophobic.Before Zara could step back, Julian’s hand shot out. His fingers wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest."Well, well," Julian purred, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet against her ear as his gaze lingeringly tracked the low, open back of her midnight-emerald dress. "Look at you, gorgeous. They definitely kept the real prize hidden away in the journalism department."Zara went rigid, her hands immediately coming up to push against his chest, but he didn't budge. His grip tightened, anchor-heavy, his thumb lightly stroking the bare skin of her spine."Julian. What are you doing here?" Zara said, her voice laced with sharp steel. "This is a closed campus event.""I have my ways," he murmured, pu
The 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.







