Grayson's POVThe first time I saw Summer was at our university's award ceremony. I did, in fact, fall for her at first sight.She was beautiful, had a great body, and was academically inclined—anyone would feel proud to have a girlfriend like her.Therefore, I made up my mind to pursue her.I asked around about Summer. She was quiet and introverted, the kind of girl who only focused on school and part-time jobs.Eventually, I found out she was an orphan. That made things easier.Children from that kind of background usually craved affection. I figured if I just showed her a little warmth, she would latch on and become dependent on me.What I didn't expect was how much of a shut-in she was. If she wasn't working, she was at home. It was nearly impossible to bump into her by chance.Then, Harry gave me an idea—catch her while she was out working. It surprisingly worked.With a little setup, we made it happen. Just like that, Summer owed me a favor.Summer was way too quiet; sh
Luna glared harshly at me. "Enough with the nonsense. I bet you're earning good money now, huh? Anyway, we could really use some money, say, two hundred thousand dollars?"The gang and I got together to start a business, and we've put all our money into it. Two hundred thousand is just enough to help us stay afloat."I furrowed my brows. "Are you sick? Why the hell would I give you money?""Okay, for starters, Grayson was a mess every day and ended up getting fired. Then, he dragged us into starting a business, and we lost everything."If it weren't for your drama, he wouldn't have gotten fired in the first place."I lowered my head, chuckling."Grayson got fired because he was careless with his work. And honestly, he should've been fired a long time ago. Ever since he was an intern, I was the one doing his proposals and double-checking everything for him."You know better than anyone how unreliable he is. I had to go over his work multiple times before it was even safe to submi
Since that day, I hadn't seen Grayson again. I wasn't sure if he had received my message, but I was confident he knew we were over for good.I went about my work and my life as usual, as if he had never been a part of it.Before I knew it, the New Year was approaching, and my college roommate, Michelle Slater, was getting married.I never had many close friends, and over the years, Michelle was one of the few I truly connected with. So, of course, I had to attend her wedding.What I didn't expect was for Grayson to show up, too. He looked thinner and worn out, like life had taken a toll on him.Michelle secretly told me that he only came because he found out I would be there.From her, I also learned that things hadn't been going well for him lately. First, he was fired. Then, he tried to start his own business, only to end up deep in debt.Frankly, I didn't feel anything for his situation. It had nothing to do with me anymore.When our eyes met, I gave him a polite smile.Gra
I knew it was in the past, yet I couldn't contain the brewing pain in my chest when I recalled how Grayson and his friends mocked my dead parents.Back in my final year of high school, my parents were killed in a car accident on their way to bring me something I had left at home.The traffic police told me that, even in the crash, my mom had clung tightly to a thermal lunch box—inside was the carbonara pasta I had been craving for weeks.I lost count of the times I had considered committing suicide. I believed I was the reason for my parents' deaths. If they hadn't delivered me my lunchbox, they wouldn't have been in an accident.I was supposed to finish my college entrance exam and become an adult; I was meant to take good care of my parents.My homeroom teacher once told me I had to live on for my parents, and that the best way to honor them was to live well because that was what they would have wanted the most.When Grayson threw himself in front of me during the car accident,
Luna sobbed, "I was the one who stuck with you all this time, while she's the homewrecker!"Grayson exhaled a deep breath, patting her back. "You're drunk. Let me drive you home."With that, he carried her and walked out of the bar.I had the intense urge to slap them across their faces, but my rationality held me back. None of this would matter because I would be leaving soon.At midnight, Grayson texted me, "Happy birthday, babe. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow. My boss just gave me a last-minute task, and I have to be there."Let's celebrate the day after tomorrow."I left him on read because I was standing right behind him, watching him kiss Luna. Whatever last-minute task his boss gave was a hoax.We were done for good.The next day, Grayson called me relentlessly and left me countless text messages, none of which I responded to. By then, I had arrived in Jimfield.I recorded a video of Luna crying and yelling at Grayson at the
I used to say Grayson was unreliable, but now, I was grateful that he was. Otherwise, I would still be out of the loop, drowning in his endless lies.He forgot that he had logged into his messaging app with my laptop, so whatever he had planned with his friends—a customized scheme for me—was all on the screen for me to peruse.For example, how they would decorate the room, what kind of balloons and flowers, and what shape the cake should be.They didn't miss a single detail. If it weren't for seeing their Plan B, I would actually believe he was trying to propose to me.Of course, Plan B was quite simple.If I still refused to give him my first time, they would just drug me. This time, they had sedatives all ready.Looking at these disgusting plans, I could barely connect this version of Grayson to the big, carefree guy I first met.We went to the same university. Although we were in different majors, I had heard his name long before we met. He was a campus legend—handsome, athle
When I returned home, I sat before the laptop, dazed, for a long time.Grayson had used my laptop, and little did he know, his messaging app was still logged in.I had intended to work on my project proposals, but the non-stop chattering of the group chat took my focus away.Luna: "Just listen to me, Grayson. Don't contact her for now, and let her come to you. You can't always let her have her way."Harry: "She's right. You can't indulge your woman. You must wear the pants in your relationship."Luna: "Remind me, why were you so dead set on Summer back then?"Grayson: "Easy. She's an orphan."Luna: "Right, an orphan. She has no support and therefore, can only rely on you. You're smart, Grayson."Harry: "Damn. I should've thought of that. Next time, I'll date an orphan, too."I kept scrolling through the chat history, and that was when I realized I had been Grayson's target from the very beginning.All those moments that once made my heart flutter, when I thought he was protec
After work, I received an address from Grayson and took a cab there.When I arrived, I saw him waiting for me at the entrance, with a woman wrapping her arm around his shoulders.Upon seeing me, she approached me before he did and sized me up with interest. Then, she turned to him and remarked, "Not bad. No wonder you're so into her. I suppose she's a good match for you."Of course, she didn't forget to introduce herself. "My name is Luna Hills."Grayson took my hand, though his other hand remained firmly holding Luna's."Lulu and I are childhood friends. Quick, come on in. Lulu doesn't like the cold."Luna casually draped her arm over Grayson's shoulder, laughing and chatting as if she were the one dating him.The moment I entered the restaurant, six pairs of eyes locked onto me. Their gazes were full of scrutiny, making me uneasy and uncomfortable.Luna stood to my right. "Everyone, it's time for you to meet Grayson's darling."As soon as those words were said, the atmospher
"You should've packed sedatives on this trip. You could've knocked her out and done whatever you wanted to her."Those words were spoken by Harry Lawson, Grayson Hale's best friend. He was no stranger to me.Grayson's helpless voice sounded. "Don't piss me off. I wanted to bring some, but I forgot.""Oh, man. No wonder Summer always says you can't be trusted. So, what do you plan to do next? Change your target, or stick with Summer?"Grayson scoffed. "I'm not giving up until I get her. There's no way I'll fail. Anyway, we'll talk later. She's coming back soon. Just send whatever brilliant ideas you have into the group chat."As soon as he ended the call, I knocked on the door.I entered the room and saw his uneasy look. As I packed up my luggage, I teased, "Why do you look like you're sweating bullets? Were you plotting something?"He embraced me from behind and nestled his head against the crook of my neck. "Come on, babe. You know I'd never misbehave. I was just missing you be