LOGINHe pointedly tilts his head to the side, lifting the collar of his shirt to reveal a highly distinct, slightly red set of bite marks perfectly imprinted against the tan skin of his collarbone. A silent, horrified scream echoes inside my brain. "After the assault on my person," he drawls, thorough
I instinctively try to sit up to assess the situation, but the movement is completely restricted. A heavy, incredibly solid, and warm hand is wrapped securely around my waist from behind, anchoring my lower back flat against a broad, muscular chest. A sudden, cold spike of panic shoots straight thr
I am watching the highly anticipated, big-budget blockbuster movie that I spent six grueling months of my life filming. The movie that was supposed to be my breakout, career-defining role. But as the lead actress strides across the screen, delivering the lines I practically memorized in my sleep,
I slow my pace down, turning my gaze to Owen's profile. "Tell me, what was it actually like? To lose your memories of those three years?" He pauses for a moment, his eyes drifting out toward the dark horizon. The playful smirk completely vanishes, replaced by a raw, vulnerable sincerity. "It was
He knew how much I had been looking forward to enjoying that specific meal before his ex turned it into a toxic drama fest, and he was deliberately ordering it for me now to give me a proper do-over. But then again, my eyes fly to the menu to check the prices and boy, there isn't a way in hell I'd
Owen steers the car through the traffic with an easy, practiced confidence, occasionally glancing over at me with a playful glint in his eye. "Just a fair warning, Sydney... the restaurant we are heading to happens to be one of my favorites in the entire city. And it also happens to be notoriously,
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grandmother Newton’s sunroom, giving a beautiful shimmer to the floral patterns of the upholstery. I am kneeling on the plush rug at Grandmother’s feet, my fingers steady as I adjust the brim of her favorite silk hat. She is insistent
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
I hate new beginnings. But that's what I need right now. I moved into a smaller apartment and put a good distance between Deckard and I, and I can't believe how happy I am. This new space is small but it's mine. Everything is picked out by me, and there are no lies behind these walls, that's for s
No matter how tough I've been acting, this shit hurts like hell. Seeing it over and over that the man you once loved has never had you in heart is devastating. The tears just keep coming, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Damn him! Damn her! Damn everybody! Knowing that they were creepi







