LOGINAfter two months in a coma, Indie Harlow opens her eyes to the two people she trusts most—her boyfriend Jesper and her best friend Liora. Relieved, she decides to test Jesper’s love by pretending she has amnesia. Instead of panic, Jesper smiles and introduces himself as her best friend. Then he pulls Liora closer and says, “This is my girlfriend.” Before Indie can expose the lie, the door opens. Tristan Holt, Jesper’s cold and obscenely rich best friend, walks in. Jesper casually announces, “Oh, finally. This is your boyfriend.” Stunned and betrayed, Indie chooses to play along. She leaves the hospital with Tristan and steps into his world. Tristan keeps his distance at first, still respecting the line between them. But once he uncovers what Jesper and Liora did behind her back while she lay unconscious, the cold restraint begins to crack. And when Jesper and Liora show up at his house to reclaim control, Tristan doesn’t hesitate. He pulls Indie against him, kisses her in front of them, and delivers one cutting line: “Why are you angry? She’s my girlfriend. You’re the one who told her that.” Now the game has changed. And this time, Indie isn’t the only one playing.
View MoreINDIE“You're hiding something from me, Jesper. Don't even think about denying it.”His voice hit my ears the moment I answered his call the next morning. I stood by the bedroom window, holding my phone with a slightly trembling hand, just as Tristan and I had planned the night before. Jesper sounded uneasy on the other end. His breathing came rapidly through the microphone, and the usual calculated calmness in his voice was gone.“What do you mean, Indie? I don't understand,” Jesper replied quickly. There was a hint of panic he managed to conceal, but my ears were too sharp to miss it. “Are you starting to ramble again after getting a good night's sleep? Do you want me to come pick you up?”“Don't try to change the subject,” I said coldly, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I feel like we used to be very close. Is that true, Jesper?”Jesper's voice almost trembled, but he tried to sound calm.“Do you remember something?”Jesper fell silent on the other end. A long pause hung between
INDIETristan stared at me without blinking.For a few moments, we simply looked at each other. His expression had changed. His jaw tightened, and it felt as though time had come to a standstill.“What did you just say?” His eyes bore into mine, making me lower my gaze.I drew a slow breath. “I never lost my memory, Tristan.”Tristan let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shook his head, and stepped closer to me.“You didn’t lose your memory? So... this was all a game? How long have you been lying to all of us? Do you think this is funny, huh?”I lowered my head. I knew I was wrong, but I hadn't expected him to be this angry. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. No matter what happened, he needed to know why I'd done it.“How am I supposed to believe any of this?” His voice was cold.I lowered my gaze for a moment before looking at him again.“I knew you would be angry.”“Angry?” He repeated the word. “You think I'd only be angry after finding out that you've been pretending no
INDIEThe photo stayed under my pillow all night, the words on the back burning into my thoughts every time I closed my eyes. Soon this will all be over. Three weeks before the accident. Written in Jesper’s careful handwriting like it was nothing more than a reminder.By the time the sky started turning gray, I had already decided one thing: the crash wasn’t random. Someone had wanted me out of the way. And the two people who smiled at my hospital bed were the ones with the most to gain.I forced myself to get up, shower, and put on the clothes the staff had left for me. If I was going to keep pretending, I needed to look like someone still recovering—not someone who had just found a threat written in her ex’s handwriting.When I stepped into the hallway, Tristan was already downstairs.He stood near the kitchen island with a cup of black coffee, scrolling through something on his phone. The moment he heard me, his eyes lifted. He studied my face longer than usual.“You’re up earl
INDIEI stayed where I was, one hand resting against the wall for balance. My heart was beating too fast, but I forced my expression to stay blank.Tristan didn’t move. He just looked at me like he was trying to decide what I was—someone broken who needed protecting, or someone dangerous who had already heard too much.“I asked you a question,” he said quietly. “How much did you hear?”I kept my voice even. “Enough to know you’re not happy about me being here.”His jaw flexed. For a moment, I thought he might deny it. Instead, he slipped his phone into his pocket and walked toward me with slow, controlled steps. The closer he got, the harder it became to hold his gaze without reacting.“Living under my roof comes with rules,” he said. “No questions about the past. No wandering around the house at night. And you don’t contact Jesper or Liora without telling me first.”I let out a short, humorless breath. “That’s a lot of control for someone who’s supposed to be my boyfriend.”Someth






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