LOGIN(ARIELLE'S POV) They say graduation is a milestone. Personally, I think they just want an excuse to make six-year-olds wear polyester caps and parents panic over gift baskets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself while burning my fingers on the tiny iron-on badge that said “Class of the Yea
The words barely left my lips before the tears did—slipping down my cheeks faster than I could stop them. Jared stood quickly, his hand reaching for my face. “Why are you crying?” I laughed—choked and shaky. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My fingers trembled as I tried to wave it off
(ARIELLE’S POV) The celebration downstairs had barely ended when the crowd began to surge. Voices surrounded me—some calling my name with admiration, others offering business cards, invitations, flattery. Reporters waved microphones; investors hinted at million-dollar offers. Somewhere, someone
He approached her side quietly. "You look comfortable being the brightest star in the room, Miss Meyers," he murmured. She rolled her eyes, amused. "Don’t start. I already got three reporters asking if I’m the future Mrs. Smith. What’s funny is—I could’ve just said yes. I mean, technically, I am M
(AUTHOR'S POV) Another year had passed. Jared wasn’t the only one who forgot everything quickly. The whole world did the same thing. Just over a year ago, Jared Smith was still the unshakable CEO of the Smith Group—a name that once carried weight in every financial headline and luxury gala invita
(JARED'S POV) In the days that followed, I no longer recognized anyone or anything. There was just a feeling of emptiness and numbness that hung deeply inside of me. But there was a particular pretty woman who always visited. I wake up to find her in my room most mornings, and most nights she sits
He came round the back of the house, his hands in his pockets, while his face was set in a solemn smile. I didn’t need to look up to see the pity in his eyes. I felt like a patient with a terminal disease, one tick of the clock away from my grave.“You’ve been almost non-existent for awhile now,” he
(JARED’S POV.) I paced about the room restlessly. More officers had arrived at the scene over time and the place was brimming with them. Perhaps, that has something to do with the fact that I’d suggested Michael Langley was a likely suspect in everything. The officers seemed to be talking all at th
Too many questions. No time for answers. Michael, face grim, asked, “Who do we go after?” I shot him a look, voice cold. “You're seriously asking me that? This is never a question. We're saving Arielle first!” We tore across the water, the engine’s roar drowning out everything else. Oliver’s ma
(JARED'S POV) My spirit left my body as Michael's words hung in the air, echoing in my ears like a death sentence. “She might be in danger…” It felt like I was hit by a truck, my breath knocked out of me. My mind was racing now, with so much intensity, trying to process what Micheal had just told







