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By the time I finally dragged myself back to my apartment that evening, my body felt like lead and my brain was completely fried. The quiet hum of the living room was a welcome relief, but the best sight waiting for me was Susan, sprawled out on my worn velvet couch with a giant box of takeout pizza and a bottle of cheap wine.She had offered to sleep over after hearing the exhaustion in my voice over the phone earlier, and right now, I needed my best friend mo53. I stared at him, my mouth slightly open, my mind struggling to process the raw honesty in his warm brown eyes. Just a minute ago, we were talking about my best friend’s obvious crush on him, and now the entire direction of the conversation had flipped on its head.Before I could even gather my scattered thoughts to form a response, Ricky leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees as he searched my face."Are you in a relationship, Ava?" he asked softly, his tone laced with a gentle, cautious curiosity. "Is there someone else?"The question hit me like a splash of ice water.Are you in a relationship?Instantly, without my permission, my mind flashed to a piercing set of dark eyes, and a tall, commanding silhouette.Derick.My stomach did a violent, unsettling flip. Why was he the first person who popped into my head? Derick Stone was the arrogant, ruthless h
52.Immediately the cab pulled up to the curb of my apartment building, I practically threw myself out onto the sidewalk, my feet hitting the familiar, cracked pavement with a grounding thud. The cold city wind whipped past my face, but for the first time all day, I felt like I could actually breathe. I had called my mother on that sidewalk outside the hospital, screaming my hatred into the receiver. I needed to unleash all my anger on her and somehow, it had worked.Dragging my feet up the three carpeted flights of stairs felt like climbing a mountain. My entire body still ached with a bone weary exhaustion.When I got to the top floor, I reached into my pocket for my keys, my head hanging low as I stepped toward my apartment door."Ava?"A gentle, friendly voice broke through the silence of the hallway.I paused, turning my head to see Ricky stepping out from the apartment directly across from mine. He w
51.I opened my mouth to protest, to beg him to stay, to fight the absurd idea of him moving miles away to a small town up north. The words burned in my throat, ready to spill over into a desperate plea.Stay, Dad. Please stay here with me.But as I looked at the fragile, broken man weeping silently into his white hospital pillow, the words died before they could reach my lips.What was the point?What was the point of using my selfish desires to chain him to a city that was actively killing his spirit? What was the point of forcing him to stay when in less than forty eight hours, I wouldn't even have a roof over my own head? In two days, Mr. Higgins would slap a heavy padlock on my door. I would be homeless, standing on the curb with my meager belongings stuffed into black trash bags. I couldn't host him, I couldn't care for him, and I certainly couldn't protect him from the relentless, suffocating news of Luc
50. “How are you doing? How are things at the shop?" I blurted out the question in an attempt to shift the attention from me.Mark blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in focus. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, letting out a heavy, tired sigh as he leaned back against the vinyl armchair."I'm surviving, Ava. Picked up extra night shifts at the garage to stay float," Mark murmured, his voice laced with a weary weight. He paused, looking over at my father’s sleeping form on the narrow hospital bed before turning his eyes back to me. "Actually... Uncle Edward and I were talking yesterday before he drifted off. He told me... well, he made me promise something."I frowned, a faint flicker of worry tugging at my chest. "Promise what?""He told me that as soon as the doctors give him the green light and discharge him from the hospital, he wants me to come get him," Mark said quietly, his gaze fixed steadily on mine.
49.I held my breath, my hands remaining planted on the smooth mahogany surface of his desk, my chest thumping wildly against my ribs. I had thrown the ultimate card onto the table. A secret alliance. A joint mission to blow up the union between my manipulative mother and his billionaire father. It made complete sense. It protected my family's dignity, spared him the nightmare of Lucy as a stepmother, and kept us from being bound together by a sick, twisted family title.I waited for the dark, lethal smirk to spread across his face. I waited for him to whisper yes.Instead, Derick’s expression slowly hardened into a wall of unyielding steel.He didn't lean in closer. He didn't take my hand. Slowly, deliberately, he straightened his long spine, towering over me as the warmth that had lingered in his eyes just seconds ago vanished completely, replaced by the icy distance of a CEO addressing an entry level clerk.
48.The silence on my end of the line stretched so tight it threatened to snap.My mother’s breath hitched over the receiver, waiting for my eager surrender, waiting for me to jump at the golden ticket of moving into luxury.“No,” I said, the single word dropping like a slab of concrete.“What? Come on, Ava, don't be ridiculous—” Lucy began, her coaxing, sweet facade instantly cracking.“I am not moving into that house, Mom,” I cut her off, my voice dropping into a razor sharp register. “I would rather sleep on a bench in the park than play happy family in Leo Stone’s mansion while my father lies in a hospital bed because of you. Do not call me about this again.”I slammed the end call button before she could utter another word, tossed my phone onto the counter, and buried my face in my hands. The room was suffocatingly quiet, but my pulse was roaring in my ears.An hour later, I had plastered enough







