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
The sleek glass doors of the boardroom click shut behind the last of the new investors, leaving the room in a state of silence. I take a moment to adjust my cuffs, the gold links catching the light. The meeting was a success, as usual, and they were practically falling over themselves to hand me t
I almost choke on the very air I’m breathing. A wave of heat flushes my skin, followed by a cold sweat. I’ve been lying to Nicholas for weeks, pretending I was working on reaching out to Owen, when in reality, I was terrified of the man. And now, here he is, standing on the balcony with only a few
"It’s small," he remarks, his lip curling in distaste. "It smells old and used. Is this really the life you’re choosing over the mansion? Over me?" "It’s a life where I can breathe. That’s worth the lack of square footage." I fold my arms across my chest, trying to build a barrier between us. "Why
My apartment feels hollow. Maybe from my nerves, or from the fact that I've still not filled up the space yet, but it certainly feels very hollow. Deckard... Deckard... Deckard. That unholy motherfucker. I run my hands through my hair as I pace the length of the living room, his threats still r







