FAZER LOGINCHAPTER 138THALIAThe sound of the slap seemed to linger in the room even after my hand had fallen back to my side. Clara stood frozen for a moment, one hand pressed against her cheek, staring at me with such disbelief that I almost wondered if she had genuinely expected me to stand there and take every word she threw at me without reacting.Then a familiar voice came from behind us.“What happened?”My stomach tightened before I even turned around.Brandon stood near the entrance, his gaze moving across the room, taking in the players, the abandoned cups and boxes of cookies scattered across the table, and finally Clara, who was still holding her cheek. The moment she saw him, something in her expression changed. The anger that had been burning in her eyes disappeared almost instantly, replaced by a wounded look that I knew better than to trust.“Brandon.”She hurried toward him before I could even process what she was doing and threw her arms around him, burying her face against
THALIACaleb was walking me back toward my cabin when I remembered the documents I had left in my office at the training center, and since he mentioned that he needed to pass some information to a few of his teammates, we decided to stop there before heading back.“I’ll be quick,” I told him as we entered the building.“Take your time. I’ll be downstairs.”I nodded and headed upstairs, relieved that I had finally found a reason to get my mind off everything that had happened earlier. I picked up the documents from my office, checked the few messages waiting on my phone, and started downstairs with the folder tucked against my chest.I heard laughter before I reached the bottom, along with the unmistakable sound of several people talking over one another, and I smiled because I assumed the players had started another one of their ridiculous conversations.Then I stepped into the lounge and saw who was standing among them.Clara.She was holding a cup of coffee in one hand while a few s
THALIA“From now onwards, I’ve decided to distance myself from Brandon Langford.”Olivia looked up from her phone, the expression on her face telling me she had been expecting me to say something completely different.“I don’t think I can be friends with someone who has no problem being friends with, or whatever it is he’s doing with, the woman I think might have killed me.”I sat back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as the words settled between us. Olivia was quiet for a moment, studying me with the kind of expression that told me she was already preparing to give me a long lecture about Brandon.I knew that look all too well.Before she could say anything, I quickly added, “By the way, has Knox gotten back to you?”Olivia stared at me for a second before slowly raising an eyebrow.“Really?”I tried to look innocent.She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips.“Which part do you want me to answer first?”I sighed, already knowing I wasn’t getting out of this
CHAPTER 135BRANDONIf anything, seeing Clara standing there made me more uncomfortable than angry.She had Leo with her, and the little boy looked nothing like the energetic child I remembered. He stayed close to his mother, one hand curled tightly around the hem of her shirt while his eyes moved cautiously around the unfamiliar clinic. When I looked at him, he quickly lowered his gaze, almost as though he had become accustomed to avoiding people’s eyes.That was what had been happening lately.Leo had stopped talking as much. He barely slept through the night, woke from nightmares he couldn’t properly explain, and became anxious whenever Clara stepped out of his sight. His doctors had called it trauma-related distress, and while they hadn’t given us a simple diagnosis that could explain everything, they had been very clear about one thing: Leo needed stability, and love.Something his mother can’t provide.Most importantly, he needed to feel that the people he loved weren’t going
ThaliaI expected Brandon to leave after Caleb told him I wasn't there, but when I glanced toward the doorway a few minutes later, I caught sight of him still standing in the hallway.He hadn't gone anywhere.He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, occasionally glancing toward the clinic as though he had decided he could wait all afternoon if that was what it took.Caleb returned to my side and lowered his voice."He's still waiting."I looked toward the doorway again before turning my attention back to the ceiling."Maybe he'll leave."Caleb gave me a look."He hasn't."I sighed and closed my eyes, wishing I could somehow disappear beneath the thin clinic blanket and avoid the conversation altogether. It wasn't that I didn't want to see Brandon. A few more minutes passed before Caleb glanced toward the doorway again."Still waiting."I opened my eyes."He's really not going to leave, is he?""Probably not."A reluctant smile tugged at my mouth."I hate that you're prob
THALIAThe moment I heard Brandon ask for me, every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once.For the past few minutes, I had been trying to settle the uneasiness Clara's appearance had stirred inside me. Now, hearing Brandon's voice just outside the door made all of that effort feel pointless.I looked at Caleb, and behold, he was already looking at me.There was a question in his eyes, but I didn't have the energy to answer it. Before I could think better of it, my hand reached out and caught the front of his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric near his chest."Don't let him come in."The words came out quieter than I'd intended.Caleb's expression changed immediately. The amusement disappeared from his face, replaced by something gentler as he glanced briefly toward the doorway."Okay."He didn't ask why.He didn't ask what had happened between Brandon and me.He simply stood and moved toward the entrance, positioning himself in a way that blocked most of the room from view
THALIAI stood just behind the stage entrance, my hands resting lightly against each other as I adjusted my grip, then released it again when I realized I was doing too much.“You’re good,” the event coordinator said quietly as she passed me. “It’s almost your turn.”I nodded once without respondin
THALIABrandon gave a short scoff beside me, the sound low and dry, as though my anger was something he found mildly inconvenient rather than justified, and it made my frustration spike all over again.“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked, leaning back into the leather seat as if we were
THALIAAcross the city, my new apartment still smelled faintly of fresh paint.Freedom had a strange scent.I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the half-opened boxes scattered everywhere. The place wasn’t nearly as large as the Langford estate, but it felt lighter somehow. The sile
BRANDONThe first thing I felt was anger.It sat heavy in my chest all afternoon, refusing to fade.I stood in my office at Langford Pharmaceuticals, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. Traffic crawled below like ants. People moved through their ordinary lives, wh







