تسجيل الدخولClasses started four days later.I was doing a master’s program in business management and analytics, and the subject material was much more practical than I’d have anticipated. There were a lot of assignments to complete, and the professors I met on my very first day were pretty strict, so I knew that I couldn’t slack off.Not that I intended to.I made a few friends on the first day itself, both people who were closer to my age and older. Grad school was much different than undergrad, I wouldn’t lie. The first few days of undergrad still felt like high school, and all the students came straight from high school, so there wasn’t much maturity happening on campus.But the postgrad students were all serious and focused. We were all here for one thing, and it wasn’t to have fun. Besides, UOB was pretty expensive, and everyone wanted to get their money’s worth.So, it was quite refreshing and fun, even if the study material was far more advanced than I had anticipated.After the first da
My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor with a thud.“Dude, what the hell?!” My roommate cried out, springing away from me by several steps, eyes wide with shock and fear.Eyes that were not green, not even close. They were big, shiny, and undeniably brown.“Who are you?!” he demanded, scrambling back until his back hit the wall. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out what seemed to be an umbrella and held it in front of himself as if it were a weapon. “What are you doing in my damn room?!”Meanwhile, I stood frozen with his headphones clutched in my hand, Dagger Tip Romance by Arrythmix playing softly in the background.My heart raced as devastation rushed through me. It took me so much effort to hold in a scream. For a second there, I’d allowed myself to hope. So many things lined up, and I’d thought after six grueling years, I’d finally found him.But then…His features were wrong. His nose was hooked, whereas Revon’s had been straight. His eyes were brown, and his eyebrows were far
“And this will be your dorm room for the duration of your time here in UOB!” Nate, the RA for our dorm, said, gesturing at a door with the number 203 etched on it. “I understand that the Beverly Hall is quite far from your faculty, but due to your circumstances, all the nearby dorms are taken, so you will have to live with the STEM students, I’m afraid. But never fear, Beverly Hall is the best out of all the postgrad student accommodations!"“Oh, no, it’s perfectly fine!” I replied with a smile. “It’s my fault anyway for getting in this late. To be honest, I’m grateful that I even managed to get in at the nick of time.”“I’m surprised about it too, given how strict UOB is with student admissions,” Nate gave me a once-over. “You must either have really good luck or really good connections.”“I’ve always been a pretty lucky guy,” I stated blithely, not willing to tell everyone about my identity just yet.For once, I wanted to go through school as a normal student, not some billionaire h
Six years have passed, but sometimes, it feels as if it were only yesterday that I last heard Revon’s voice.If I had known that it would be the last time I was going to hear his voice for six long years, I would have cherished it much more. If I had known that he would disappear the very next day, I’d have taken a car straight back to town and boarded a plane to come home.I never got to hear what he was trying to tell me before that accursed phone broke down. If it had been as important as I thought it was, or if it was just him looking for some validation from me after what we talked about behind the shooting range…or even if it was him trying to break up with me because I pushed him too hard…I didn’t know what it was, and by the way things were going, I never would.For the last six years, I’ve been searching for Revon. The Hawthorne family packed up and left only a few days after Cristie, and I tried to break into the hospital to meet Revon. We nearly got arrested for it, and by
Six years later.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cristine asked, her voice tiny over the phone. “Why would anyone on their right mind want to go to school again, especially when they have their parents waiting to pawn off a billion-dollar company on them?”My hand tightened around the phone a little at the reminder. The argument I had with my father regarding my choices flashed in my mind. My mom had mostly been confused. Cristine had been disgusted, because she'd hated being a college student so much during our undergraduate years that she didn't want to set foot in an educational institution ever again. I didn't blame them for their reaction. After all, I had come up with this out of the blue. “I don’t know, Cristine, I just don’t feel ready yet,” I replied, stopping at the cleaning aisle with my shopping cart. “I thought that I’d get a general idea of how things work when I started at the company after college, but it was…”“Boring?”“Kind of,” I shrugged, squinting at the pro
“No, Mrs. Kennedy, they’re lying!” Annalise cried out, knowing that the jig was well and truly up. “I didn’t do it. They just want to find a reason to justify Adam cheating on me. I'm the victim here. Me!"Mom didn’t even look at her. She stared at the photograph, unblinking.“That’s…isn’t that your late aunt’s amusement park?”I nodded.“He couldn’t go public with me because his parents didn’t want him dating Alphas,” I managed to say, swallowing down my emotions hard. “So, we met there. We thought it was safe. But she violated that. It was supposed to be our sanctuary, and she followed us in.”“Not only that, but she took their pictures,” Cristie supplied, glaring at Annalise. “And she showed to them everyone at school when Adam wasn’t there to out them. Called his boyfriend a homewrecker and slut-shamed him. Intimate pictures, Mrs. Kennedy, if you get what I mean.”Mom looked at Annalise with horror.“Is this true?!” she demanded.Annlise was already shaking her head, crying. “No,







