LauraThe cell phone fell out of my hand as I was shaking in shock. My eyes shot up after I took in the information Jason gave me. What? Was Graham in cahoots with Kendall all this time? That was an option I had always balked at because it seemed too ridiculous to be true. I meant, it was true that
LauraJason drove the car at high speed, taking the detours that wouldn't be congested at this time of the morning. He weaved through the alleys and winding streets of Manhattan, finding better ways to reach Graham's car. “He’s about five minutes away from us, driving onto Broadway Road right now!”
“Get Annie in the car now, Laura,” Jason ordered, going over to where Graham was; my brother was there in the car, still disoriented by the accident. Jason grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the car, throwing Graham onto the hood and starting to punch him furiously. I covered Annie so
LauraI caressed and kissed the top of my daughter's head in an attempt to calm her down. As soon as we arrived at the medical center, the doctors quickly took her for a check-up. Jason and I were in that room, answering the questions they gave us and not moving away from our daughter to avoid makin
"Just agree to let her live with me," he insisted."And do you think she'll be happy living far away from me?""What are you talking about? My daughter adores me," he justified."That's not true! You're the one who wants to buy her love with expensive gifts," I replied.At that moment, my cell phone
JasonI saw Laura leaving the room where our daughter was resting and heading towards the place where Suzy was hospitalized. I was perplexed after learning that she and Suzy were sisters. Likewise, I meant I could see some physical similarities in them, but Laura had a common face, not far from the
“And since when are adopted children, not real children, Mr. Davies?”“As long as they don't have your blood running through their veins,” I explained, as if explaining it to a damn baby. He laughed at me. “Anyway, everyone has their own designs of happiness. Meanwhile, I continue to love my darlin
AvaI was at my house playing with my little daughter when Terrence called me with the terrible news. I was at extreme peace without any major worries, just living my life and enjoying it as I always dreamed of, with my little girl in my arms and another on the way, but then Terrence's call had to t
Annie POV I nearly fell over when I saw Peter calling me. My mom, who was watching me from the corner of her eye, clearly knowing something she shouldn’t, as always, asked who it was. “It’s just Summer, Mom,” I replied reluctantly, standing up and heading to the balcony. I loved my mom, but she ha
Laura POV “I love the outfit you chose to wear today. You’re absolutely stunning, my love,” I said, praising my daughter while gently caressing her arm. This weekend had been tough for Annie. She’d had the freshman ball on Friday night, and today, Sunday, she had to accompany me to this brunch at L
Annie POV That night, we fell asleep curled up together, still reveling in each other’s bodies. It was simply impossible to describe. A mix of longing, nostalgia, and satisfaction at having him there again, feeling his body under my fingers, his kisses, his gaze, running my hand through his silky
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s