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Well, well-looks like the Cold Patriarch couldn't stay put?It seemed Clara Hayes, the"shipping squad leader,"was as efficient as a priority express delivery.I deliberately left him hanging for a few seconds before slowly tapping[Accept].Almost instantly, the notification"Typing..."popped up at the top of the chat box.I sipped my wine leisurely and calmly, waiting to see what sarcastic remarks the man would come up with.Three seconds lateMonday. Elena Voss found a hardcover journal tucked inside her desk. She flipped to the first page. The handwriting was bold and familiar, etched deep into the paper with only two words. "I'm sorry." There was no signature. She didn't need one. She knew Luke Cole's scrawl anywhere. She shoved the notebook into the very bottom of her bag and never pulled it out again. From that day on, Luke truly stayed away. He stopped "coincidentally" crossing paths with her in the hallway. He stopped stealing her water bottles and ruffling her hair until it was a mess. When they occasionally brushed past each other in the corridors, he'd offer nothing more than a faint, distant glance before keeping his distance. It was as if he had retracted every sharp edge of his personality, becoming a silent shadow in her world. Elena matched his withdrawal with a quiet coordination of her own. She forced her heart to stop skipping
Elena's eyes welled up instantly. She glared at him, her gaze fierce and defiant. "Who I talk to and whose letters I accept is my business!" "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to destroy my things!" "Because I—" Luke's Adam's apple bobbed. The words caught in his throat. He felt the sentence rolling on his tongue, raw and aching, before he forced himself to swallow it back down.Because I love you. But he couldn't say it. Not to her. Not now. Elena, her eyes red and swimming with tears, finished the sentence for him. "Because of Alexander, right?" "Because I'm his fiancée. That's why you're controlling me. That's why you won't let anyone near me, isn't it?" "Luke, you're just watching me for him, aren't you?" Luke's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to shout a denial. He wanted to tell her he cared because he was Luke Cole, and he couldn't stand the thought of another man touching a single hair on
The bell for evening study hall had just rung when Maya Reed grabbed my wrist, her voice dropped to an excited whisper as she dragged me toward the wooded grove behind the gym. "The prom queen is making her move," she hissed, her eyes dancing. "Elena Voss, you have to see this. Rhea is about to confess to Luke Cole right now!" My heart hit the floor. It felt like a lead weight sinking through my chest. "I'm not going..." I tried to pull back, my chest tightening until it was hard to breathe. "Come on! This is the drama of the century. You can't miss it!" Maya was relentless. Half-pulling, half-dragging, she hauled me to the very edge of the trees. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the world bathed in a hazy, amber glow. The air was thick and cloying, saturated with the sweet, almost intoxicating scent of blooming osmanthus. Maya pulled me behind a massive flowering bush. We stood there, breath shallow and ragg
Elena's heart was racing, though she couldn't tell if it was from the scene they'd stumbled upon or his sudden, protective proximity. She stood perfectly still, letting him shield her. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly pulled his hand away, his fingers sliding down to catch her wrist. "Let's go." He led her the long way around, avoiding the corridor. His palm was dry and warm, and he didn't let go once. It wasn't until they stepped out of the building and into the damp, cool night air that Elena felt the heat in her face begin to subside. She stole a glance at him. Luke's profile looked exceptionally sharp and cold in the dim light of the rainy night.Was he nervous too? The thought sent a tiny, secret spark of sweetness through her chest. But then reality hit her like a bucket of ice water. There was a chasm between them. She couldn't cross it, and he wasn't supposed to either. Guilt coiled around her heart, ti
The lingering heat of summer was swept away by the crisp winds of September. The freshman registration area was a chaotic symphony of shouting and frantic energy. Elena Voss stood at a small table, her head down as she filled out her registration forms. The surrounding chatter buzzed in her ears like static. "Did you hear? Over in the prep year building..." "The golden boy from the Academy! I heard he actually came here to retake the year. People say he was only two points short of an Ivy League track." "Are you serious? Why? Isn't the Academy supposed to be elite?" "Retaking a year over two points? He’s a total psycho." "His face is even crazier. One look and you’re ruined for life. He is absolutely gorgeous..."The Academy’s golden boy. Those words were a secret code, instantly igniting a hidden fuse in her chest. Elena’s pen stuttered. He was retaking the year? Here? How was that possible?
That summer, right after middle school graduation, Elena was sent to stay at the Knight estate.On paper, it was an educational retreat—a chance for Alexander Knight to tutor her for the grueling high school curriculum ahead.In reality, it was a strategic move by their families. A way to "cultivate feelings" between two heirs destined for a corporate marriage.But Alexander was a ghost.The weight of the Knight Group consumed him. He left before sunrise and returned long after dark. Even when he was home, he was locked behind his study doors, a cold silhouette behind frosted glass.The only things he offered Elena were a distant back and polite, monosyllabic responses.The study assigned to Elena was grand and flooded with light, yet it felt like a gilded cage.Outside, the cicadas tore through the stifling afternoon heat with their relentless buzzing.Elena slumped over the mahogany desk, her pen tip stabbing the paper until it was rid
Copying sutras?Last time, he’d done it with such ruthless focus because desire had burned inside him with no release.Copying scriptures had been the only way to force down the urge to pin her right on the pages and take her apart.But last night, she’d calmed that res
The sun dipped toward the horizon, bathing the small courtyard in a warm, amber glow.With our flight scheduled for eight that evening, Alexander and I were getting ready to head to the airport.Sir Arthur stood at the gate, his rough, calloused palm landing on Alexander's shoulder with
I tossed my words out lightly, slicing through the thin, delicate tension between the two Knight men.Alexander Knight turned slowly.A cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips."Always finding ways to put me to work, Miss White.""What’s your advice? Go on.""It&rsqu
Alexander's palm closed around hers, steadying the fishing rod firmly between her fingers."Mermaid?""Not in this sea."His voice brushed her ear, laced with quiet amusement."But there's a disobedient one on this boat."I opened my mouth to reply.The warm pad of h







