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
Suddenly, the library is silent. I’m flushed against him, my hands resting on his shoulders for balance. He’s looking down at me, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. I can feel the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of expensive scotch and sandalwood fanning over my face. Our breaths are in
The sound of rain against the library windows is the only thing keeping me company this Saturday morning. It’s that heavy downpour that makes you want to curl into a ball and forget that the rest of the world exists. Since I’m back at Owen’s estate for the weekend, I’ve decided to treat his librar
I walk back into the main hub of the studio, to find Sydney standing near the monitors, looking smaller than usual against the backdrop of the massive lighting rigs. "I’m leaving," I say, stopping a few feet away. I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to tell her that. Usually, I just disappea
After Deckard is gone, I turn to the head of security, who is currently sweating through his jacket. "Call a meeting," I instruct. "I want to see every guard in this building, now." Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of a line of men who look like they’d rather be facing a firing squad. "







