Se connecterI step forward, launching myself directly into his embrace. The second my arms wrap around his shoulders, Tobias’s entire imposing, billionaire frame completely relaxes. He wraps his powerful arms around me, pulling me flat against his chest and hugging me so tight, burying his face into my hair, as
I am staring at the grand, sweeping marble staircase of the Moore mansion, desperately wishing I possessed the magical ability to combust into a cloud of harmless dust. Owen and I are standing side-by-side at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Tobias to make his grand re-entry. It has been exactl
I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do with my hands. The sheer, overwhelming weight of the truth crashes down on my central nervous system all at once. A massive wave of intense, trembling heat rushes up my chest, and my stomach violently convulses. My nerves a
At the far end of the gallery, Tobias Moore is standing completely still. His back is turned to us, his tall, imposing frame draped in a casual designer shirt as he stares intensely at a massive, heavily gilded family oil painting hanging on the center wall. "Tobias?" I call out softly, my steps sl
My smartphone is currently screaming at me from the nightstand, and I am actively attempting to suffocate it with a fluffy pillow. I am still tangled up in Owen’s ridiculously soft designer bedsheets, feeling like a human burrito. My head is pounding from yesterday's massive red wine intake, and th
I pick up my fork, taking a bite of the salmon. "Alright, fine. You win." As the quiet clinking of silver against porcelain fills the air, Tobias takes a slow sip of his black coffee, his expression entirely unreadable. "You’ve been remarkably quiet these past few days, Owen. No updates, no phone
I work quickly, my focus narrowing down to the task. I’m wiping away the blood, trying to be as gentle as possible while my mind is screaming about Lydia and the lever. As I lean in to wrap the white bandage around his forearm, I realize how close we are. I can see the sweat beading on his forehea
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
"Sir, I really must insist—Mr. Newton is in the middle of an extremely sensitive meeting. You can't just—" Miller, Deckard’s spineless excuse for an assistant, is practically jogging to keep up with me. His voice is a desperate high-pitched whine that I find more irritating than the ringing in my e
Tobias doesn't look at me. He keeps his gaze fixed on the stage below. "I don't expect you to understand the intricacies of production, Owen. Lydia is a piece of a puzzle. If I remove her entirely, the picture is incomplete, and the investors get nervous. Take my word for it: Sydney will be safe. I’







