เข้าสู่ระบบSome secrets are kept in the dark. Others are screamed into the pillow. Aubrey "Yuna" Vance is a girl living a double life. To the students at Dam’s College, she’s the quiet, studious wallflower. But behind the closed doors of her mother’s new mansion, she is a voyeur, haunted by the rhythmic sounds of her stepfather’s bedroom and the shadow of a stepbrother who knows her every shameful habit. Jake Thomas is the billionaire athlete-turned-coach who built an empire on discipline. He’s the man who saved Aubrey’s mother from poverty, but to Aubrey, he is a walking temptation, a "hunk of a man" whose every glance feels like an intrusion. Then there is Drake, Thomas’s son. A popular biker with a cruel streak and a mountain of blackmail. He’s caught Aubrey at her weakest, and his price for silence is her total submission. When the school’s golden boy, Brendan, enters the fray with a public declaration of love, the fragile peace in the Thomas household shatters. Aubrey is no longer just watching; she’s being hunted. Between a stepfather who hides a mistress and a dark desire for his stepdaughter, and a stepbrother who wants to claim her out of pure spite or the sweet golden boy Brendan in which the world will be very much willing to accept but Aubrey is drowning in a sea of forbidden heat. In a house where the walls are thin and the secrets are thick, Aubrey must decide: Will she play the "good girl" for the world, or will she surrender to the noiseless dreams that keep her wet and awake at night?
ดูเพิ่มเติมThe hall was filled long before the ceremony began.Rows of black gowns and square caps stretched across the auditorium like a quiet sea, restless with anticipation. Parents leaned forward in their seats, cameras ready. Professors whispered among themselves. The air carried that unmistakable mixture of pride, relief, and the trembling uncertainty that comes with the end of one life chapter and the beginning of another.At the front of the hall, beneath the golden seal of the university, sat the graduating class.Among them I sat, Aubrey Yuna scribbled on my gown.I sat still, hands folded in my lap, my fingers lightly touching the small silver cross that hung around my neck. The metal had warmed against my skin over the past few years, worn smooth by quiet prayers, late night tears, and long moments when I wondered how a life that once felt so irredeemably ruined could still be standing here.It’s been four years.Four years since the
He stood awestruck, his leg pinned to the ground. I knew his mind was riling, a stockpile of many questions he needed answers to.Have you forgiven me for ruining your life? Can you forgive me for ignoring you for four score seasons? Can you forgive me for abandoning you? Can an old man like me deserve a chance at love for once in his life? How do I convince you that it wasn’t all about a dead Evelyn but was you all along?I could feel the questions thumping loudly as my chest clasped against his. I couldn’t bear it anymore. The piled up nostalgia, deep longing and desperation peeling away. Then the tears that wouldn’t keep still tore through my eyes parting the sea of heavy makeup I had on.Then a wave of electric shock tore through my spine as I felt his hands on the small of my back. He held on too tight that I had to fight for my breath but he was all the breath I needed, the oxygen I thought I could thrive on. I stepped
"Because he’s tired, Aubrey. Tired of being 'noble'. Tired of pretending that saving the world makes up for losing the only person who actually knows him."Drake finally held out the notebook. "He wrote this for you. Over the last four years. He told me to give it to you after you graduated, but... I’ve always been bad at following his rules."I took the notebook, my fingers brushing the cool leather. It smelled like him."I realised Aubrey, I wasn't in love with you, I always wanted to tell you these past four years...I just loved the idea that you always looked at me and I didn't want you looking at someone else the way you looked at me."He continued, "Or maybe I thought it was me." He laughed, "I deluded myself into thinking it should always be me." He said smiling while I smiled too looking at the notebook in my hand. "I don't mind you becoming my stepmother...I won't mind...Jake deserves to be happy. He deserves
Years passed by so fast that I'm finally graduating from school with my friends Seraphina and Gina."Help me cut my hair," I said as I settled into the salon chair. My long, dark tresses spilled over the back of the seat."All of it?" the stylist asked, her eyes widening."All of it. Short. I want to change my looks, to see a different side of myself," I replied."As you wish..."As the scissors made the first sharp snip, I closed my eyes. It had been four years since the day the world exploded. Four years since Cynthia was sentenced to life without parole, and Vance was dragged back into the shadows of a high-security cell. Four years since I watched the headlines shift from my scandal to my survival. Four years since I've tried to reach Jake but no reply. But I hear his scores, he had started a movement of helping every victim of Cynthia's. I occasionally see him on the news struggling to redeem himself, that I can't help but smile so
He didn't even say anything after that but he got into the car and drove off. And I stood there, hanging...The taillights of Jake’s car bled into the darkness, two red stabs of light that eventually flickered and vanished around the bend. I stood in the middle of
"Things that don't concern me?" I asked, a sharp, disbelieving laugh escaping my throat. I couldn't believe those words were actually coming out of her mouth. "You still think this is about you or your plans, Mother? You still think I’m just a prop in your play?""Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREEThe moon was high when I finally stirred, the room swallowed by the deep, heavy stillness of late night. The air felt cooler now, a sharp contrast to the heat of the morning. I shifted slowly, my movements sluggish from a deep sleep, and turned toward the other s
"Don't try to make it look any less sick than it is!" I snapped, pulling my hand away. "You saw her when you saw me. That is the only reason you were attracted to me in the first place. You think saying 'I see Yuna now' makes the years of stalking and manipulation go away?""It doesn't," he whisper
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