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,
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,
The water is the only thing that doesn’t feel like it’s judging me right now. After Nicholas left, I couldn’t stand the silence of the house, so I headed straight for the pool. I need the physical burn of the laps to drown out the mental noise of everything he said. I dive in, the cold shock of the
The sun is warm on my skin, and for a fleeting second, I am actually, genuinely happy. I’m standing in the middle of a flowery field—the kind you see in perfume commercials where everything is soft focus and smells like jasmine. The wind is blowing against my face, and I feel peaceful. Free. Like







