ANMELDEN"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
I step onto the set feeling like I’ve swallowed a literal sun. Seriously, if you looked up "thriving" in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of me right now...probably with a little sparkle filter added for effect. It’s one of those rare, magical days where the universe decided to stop throwing ro
I gasp, leaning closer. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It’s not just the stones; it’s the history. It feels like it’s vibrating with the glamour and the tragedy of the woman who wore it. "Oh my god," I breathe. "It’s perfect." "I agree," he nods, watching my reflection in the gl
How do you know you've been fully integrated into high society? Well, when you get invited to an auction where the starting bid is more than your entire childhood home. I stand in the middle of a hall that smells like crisp bank notes and the kind of perfume that costs a month’s rent per spritz. I
"Oh, fucking shit!" I stare down at my lap in irritation. My favorite pair of indigo jeans are now wearing a massive map of dark brown coffee. It’s cold and sticky, and it’s seeping into my skin uncomfortably. The culprit, a teenager who looks like he hasn't seen a razor or a textbook in years, do







