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
She leans back against the leather seat, checking her reflection in a small compact mirror. "Like right now. Apparently, he’s spending all his time digging into his old accident and Sydney’s hospital history from back when she had that eye surgery." I freeze. The air in the car suddenly feels very
"You know Sydney doesn't care about you half as much as I do, Grandmother." I say it with all the sweetness of a poisoned cupcake, kneeling on the plush rug in front of the old woman, my hands clasping hers. I make sure to look up at her with wide, pleading eyes—the kind that usually work on men, b
Okay, so I know this is all confusing, and honestly, so am I. I’m currently gripping the steering wheel of my car tight enough to leave indentations in the leather. My mind is trying to put pieces together, but fuck, this memory gap won't let me. I want to get to the bottom of my accident, but no
Right now, I’m slumped on the sofa in my private study, my head resting on Georgia’s chest. Her fingers are threading through my hair as she whispers, "Oh, my poor boy." It should feel comforting. It should feel like the one stable thing I have left. But honestly? I’m just numb. I haven’t slept a







