Se connecterHe 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,
Reporters are screaming my name, their voices overlapping into a dissonant roar as Owen and I step out of the court house. "Sydney, are you happy with the ruling?" "Is it true Deckard is filing an appeal?" "Give us a quote for the front page!" I’m trying to maintain my composure, head held high,
As soon as the door of Owen’s sleek black sedan swings open, the world turns into a strobe light of white heat and clicking shutters. We’ve just pulled up to the curb of the Grand Imperial Hotel for the annual Silver Rose Charity Gala, and it seems the press has forgotten there are other philanthrop
I’m nearly at the front door, thinking about the deposition for the weekend’s upcoming corporate merger case, when I’m run into by a little woman with a bouquet of flowers that block out her view. The impact is soft, a rustle of silk petals and greenery, but the scent is what hits me first. It’s th
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before







