LOGIN"Owen... you need to cut yourself some slack," she says gently, reaching up to lightly brush her thumb against my cheekbone. "You don't have to be the invincible counselor right now. You just lost your mom, honey. I know how much she meant to you. I know how much you loved her, and I know how hard y
I watch Sydney walk away from me, her spine perfectly straight, her head held high like a queen marching out of a ruined kingdom. Her words—sharp, icy, and dripping with disgust that makes my skin crawl—still echo in the quiet space of the dining room. "While you're busy playing love and playing h
My heart drops into my shoes, a sickening wave of nausea swirling in my stomach. He sharply pulls away after a beat, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders, his face a mix of shock and discomfort. "Camille, what are you doing here? How did you even get past the gates?" "Oh, Owen, I came the sec
I lean in across the dark wood, my jaw tight, waiting for the genius to drop some mind-blowing corporate strategy. Owen slides his glass entirely out of the way, his eyes tracking mine with a sudden, sharp intensity. "The first thing we need to do," he says, leaning his forearms on the table, "is p
I don't wait to hear another word. A blinding, white-hot rush of pure adrenaline and rage explodes in my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my arm whips forward. I throw my phone across the bedroom with every ounce of strength I have left. It hits the far drywall with a sickening smack,
I sit on the edge of the mattress, the silence of my locked bedroom pressing in from all sides. My scalp still burns from where I was aggressively pulling at the tangles earlier, but I barely care. I slowly run a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath that shudders against my teeth. The r
"Lydia," I say, my voice cold. "I see your personality is still as charming as ever." She laughs, stepping into the room. "Oh, save it, Sydney. We all saw the news. The 'happy' press release you put out about that little kiss at the café? Please. Nobody believes you were the woman in those photos.
The silence that followed had been deafening. He had looked down at me with an expression I couldn't forget. Coldness. He left the country the next morning, skipping the wedding entirely. I had spent the last three years telling myself it was a fluke, a trick of the senses and very improper of me
Owen Kingston...is here?Georgia shifts closer to Deckard, clearly intimidated by Owen's presence. Deckard on the other hand, is standing frozen and conflicted."Stop standing there mute and call an ambulance for your wife, will you? Or have you forgotten how to be a husband?"Deckard flinches as if
A lace dress with a mid thigh high slit, plunging neckline and open back, is probably inappropriate for a funeral. But it's black, so I guess that should make up for it. I step out of my car, looking through my little net veil at the crowd gathered for Mr Newton's funeral. As a billionaire, he h







