LOGINAfter her father walks out on their family for his secretary, seventeen-year-old Miley’s world crumbles overnight. With her mother barely holding it together, they move to a quiet suburb hoping for a fresh start. But peace is the last thing Miley finds. Because the boy next door? He’s a walking headache with a six-pack and a smirk. Shirtless. Arrogant. And totally infuriating. Their first interaction? He flips her off. Their second? He calls her “darling” like it’s his full-time job to get under her skin. She wants to hate him. She should hate him. But Jordan isn’t just Liv’s older brother—he’s a tangled mix of charm, mystery, and a past he won’t talk about. And worse, he’s seeing straight through her walls. As secrets unravel and sparks fly, Miley is forced to confront everything she’s running from: heartbreak, trust, and the terrifying possibility that sometimes the person you hate the most… is the only one who truly sees you.
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Miley’s POV The house was quiet and dark as I walked inside with my mind filled with all kinds of strange thoughts as I wondered what happened while I was gone. I passed by broken glass and it seemed like our stuffs had been backed into brown cardboard boxes. Were we moving out? I thought as I walked deeper into the house climbing up the creaking staircase trying to be careful so as not to step on the broken glasses that littered the floor. On getting to the first floor only to find the door of my parents room opened as I found my mum on her knees with her back turned from me as she cried harshly. Something was wrong and I could already feel it. Her pain was evident as I rushed towards where she was sat with her hand holding on to the edge of the bed while she cried. “Mum? Mum what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” I asked in worry She finally noticed my presence as she turned to look at me with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. “ He’s gone Miley, He left me for her. Your father and I are getting a divorce”. The word divorce hit me hard as I held my mum closer to me while she cried. I couldn’t believe my father chose his secretary over his wife. They’ve been married close to twenty years now and he left all of that in a heartbeat for a woman he just met recently. Anger surged through my veins as I fought back the hatred for my father. “It’s okay mum, don’t cry. We’ll be fine” I said softly as I patted her back. “We have to move Miley, we can’t stay here anymore.” She whispered sadly as I nodded my head in understanding. We can move anywhere she chooses, as long as it was far enough from here. Away from him, the only man that I trusted and loved dearly. He abandoned his family, it was high time we also moved on and started our lives afresh together. “It’ll be okay mum, I promise.” I whispered as I hugged her tighter as I tried making her feel better as I buried my own emotions and thoughts deep down. ***** “Miley darling, wake up. We’re here” I heard my mum say as she lightly tapped me awake. As much I was glad we were far from dad, I wasn’t that elated to see the new house or anything. I kind of just wanted to sleep and never wake up again because my reality was that messed up. “Miley wake up dear, we have alot to pack up. Come on now” my mum urged me once again causing me to wake up as I finally opened my eyes to see that our car was parked in front of an amazing looking duplex of a house. “I’m up mum, I’m coming” I said as I got out of the car. “This is our house?” I asked her in surprise as she gave me a quick smile as I watched her lift a cardboard box and walk up to the front door with the keys in one hand. “Yes darling, it’s ours. I got it from the divorce settlements. It was supposed to be our vacation home but we never got to come here for the holidays” she joked as she finally got the door open and stepping inside. I stood right in front as I admired our new home. It was a duplex located in the suburbs. The atmosphere was warm and friendly with the sky completely blue, the climate of this place different from that of New York. “Welcome Miley to your new nightmare” I muttered to myself as I brought out my AirPods from my Jean pocket putting them in my ears needing to block out the environment. “Now honey could you please help mummy and bring in some of the boxes” my mum called out from inside the house causing me to roll my eyes in slight annoyance. I picked up a small box as I walked up the small steps entering the house the interior knocking me out of my feet. It looked stunningly good. My mum noticed my facial expressions as she laughed shortly at that. “Welcome to our new home Miley, here’s to a new start for us in Miami” she said “Wow mum, this house looks amazing. Why didn’t we ever come here for vacations if this was supposed to be our vacation home?” I asked her but she just smiled sadly not really answering my question. I took that as a sign that she wasn’t really interested in talking about it. The divorce was still new and I knew how hard she was taking it. She truly loved my dad. Even with how he always treated her. I walked around the house as I checked out the rooms, the kitchen, the foyer and we even had a nice pool out back. The house was huge and I found it crazy that just us two would be living in it alone. I finally picked out my room as I settled on the nicest one. Beautiful chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling, the bed was so big and very comfortable, the walls were painted a soft yellow with beach patterns and a lovely white bookshelf hung opposite me on the wall. I had a great view from my bedroom window and also a nice looking balcony overlooking the beach which was just a little miles away from where the house was situated.Jordan’s POV — The Calm Before the StormThe rest of the morning passes in a quiet haze of warmth and laughter.By the time I leave Miley’s house, the sky’s already shifting into that soft blue that means it’s going to be a perfect afternoon. There’s a light breeze carrying the smell of rain that never came, and my chest feels a little too full — the kind of full you get when life suddenly feels okay again.I walk home with my hands in my pockets, smiling like an idiot.Scott’s going to make fun of me again. I can already hear it.But I don’t care.Not today.When I get back, I find my phone buzzing on the table. A text from Miley.Miley: You didn’t tell me my mom liked you that much Miley: She said, and I quote, “He’s the kind of boy that looks you in the eye when he talks.”Miley: She’s already rooting for you. I can’t believe this.I grin as I type back.Jordan: What can I say? I have a mom-charm superpower.Miley: Don’t push your luck.Miley: …But hey. You doing anything later?J
Jordan’s POV — Morning LightI can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling… calm.The light spilling through my window is soft, gold around the edges, like the world decided to go easy on me for once.No hangover. No bad dreams. Just the faint ache of last night still sitting somewhere between my chest and my ribs.Miley.Her name alone feels like an exhale.The way she looked at me when I told her about my dad—it wasn’t pity. It wasn’t fear.It was… understanding.Like she’d seen the ugliest part of me and decided to stay anyway.That thought alone could ruin me in the best way.I toss on a hoodie and head downstairs. Scott’s already there, sprawled on the couch with a bowl of cereal balanced on his knee. He glances up when I walk in, eyes still glued to his phone.“Morning, lover boy,” he says without missing a beat.I groan. “Please don’t start.”“Oh, I’m starting.” He smirks. “Liv texted Miley last night. Said you showed up, had your little heart-to-heart moment. Cute. Very Nic
Miley’s POV — After the StormWhen Jordan texted that he’d seen his dad, my stomach twisted so hard it almost hurt.He hadn’t talked about that man much—just enough for me to know the name alone left scars.So when I saw the message “Like I can finally breathe again,” I didn’t hesitate.I told him to come over.Now, sitting on the porch steps, the night hums around me.Crickets. The faint hiss of streetlights. The air smells of rain and salt from the coast.I tug my sweater tighter, heart tripping when headlights sweep across the driveway.His car slows to a stop.When he climbs out, the shadows hide most of his face, but I can still see the wear—the tired slope of his shoulders, the quiet in his eyes.He doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks toward me and drops down beside me on the step.For a moment, all we do is sit there, our knees brushing, both pretending the silence isn’t full of things we don’t know how to say.Then I whisper, “So… you did it.”He nods slowly. “Yeah. I sa
Jordan’s POV — The Man Who LeftThe diner looked exactly the same.Same flickering neon sign, same squeaky door hinges, same red leather booths that had seen better days. I used to come here with my dad on Sundays when I was a kid. He’d order pancakes and call me “champ,” and I’d pretend not to notice the smell of whiskey hiding under his breath.Now, sitting here, waiting for him to show up after all these years, all I could taste was metal, the sharp, bitter edge of old memories.I kept tapping my thumb against the table, trying to drown out the noise in my head. I told myself I didn’t care. That I was just doing this to end it.To prove to myself that I wasn’t twelve anymore.That he didn’t get to haunt me.But when the bell above the diner door chimed and he walked in , the world stopped anyway.He looked… smaller.Not the giant I remembered yelling in the kitchen, breaking things, breaking us. His hair had gone gray, and his clothes hung looser than I remembered. His eyes, God, h
Miley’s POV Confessions Over CoffeeThe sunlight the next morning felt like it was mocking me, too bright, too cheerful for what last night had been.I hadn’t slept much. My mind kept circling back to the image of Jordan standing at the boardwalk, rain dripping off his jacket, his voice rough and unsteady as he said “He showed up.”His father.The way he said it had carved something into my chest, pain that wasn’t mine but somehow still hurt.So here I was now, sitting in Liv’s kitchen, nursing a cup of overly sweet coffee she’d made while humming to some song playing off her phone. She was always like that in the morning, effortlessly light, even when the world tilted.“Okay,” she said, leaning against the counter with a spoon dangling between her fingers. “You texted me last night about Jordan showing up at the beach and then ghosted me. You better spill.”I blinked, taking a long sip. “He didn’t show up at the beach. We… kind of ran into each other.”Liv raised a brow. “You ran in
Jordan’s POV — The Knock at the DoorThe storm had rolled in without warning.Thunder cracked in the distance, the kind that made the whole house hum — or maybe that was just the way my chest felt when I opened the door and saw the ghost standing on the porch.My father.He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore — at least not in my world. I’d buried him years ago, the same day he packed his bags, slammed the door, and left behind a broken wife, a crying daughter, and a boy who had to grow up too fast.But there he was. Soaked, older, his once-broad shoulders sagging under a coat that looked a size too big. His hair had thinned, grey threading through the black, and his eyes — the same eyes I saw in the mirror every morning — were dull, rimmed red, and searching for something he didn’t deserve.“Jordan,” he said softly, like saying my name could undo the last ten years.My throat dried up. The storm didn’t help. The air was thick with rain and something else — anger, disbelief, a kind of gr









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