I barely have time to react when my back collides with the cold wall of my room. Gray’s hands slams against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. his chest rises and falls. “You’re a coward,” he breathes his voice raspy. I swallow hard. “And you’re an asshole.” He smirks, but there’s no humor in it. “Maybe, but at least I don’t run from what I want.” I try to shove him away but with one hand he catches my wrists, pinning against the wall above my head. My breath hitches. His grip isn't painful, just firm and possessive. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs as his lips brush against my jaw causing me to tilt my head, “but then you pretend you don’t want this.” “I don’t,” I whisper and even I don’t believe myself. Gray’s lips twitch, as if he’s amused. Then before I can stop him, his lips crash against mine. I gasp and that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss, his free hand sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. heat pulls in my stomach and moves between my legs. I should push him. I should slap him, make him stop… But I don’t. Because the moment his tongue brushes against mine, I’m gone. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… He is my tormentor, my stepbrother, my worst nightmare. Yet somehow in the dark, when the world isn't watching, he becomes something else, something forbidden. We're never meant to fall. Never meant to crave. But here we are, heading straight for disaster.
Lihat lebih banyakRaelynn
“Pack your bags we’re moving.” My mother’s words echo in my mind as I shove my clothes angrily into my box.
This week has been hell, scratch that, way worse than hell. Yesterday, I walked in on the one person I called my best friend, Chloe, and my boyfriend Peter making out.
Peter and I were to hang out at his place but he couldn’t because he suddenly caught the flu, being the sweet and naive girlfriend I was, I decided to go over and check on him. Bring him some soup and tissues.
I Didn’t need to knock because I know his passcode...one two three four five six, yes, he’s an id*ot.
Turns out I should have just minded my business and stayed at home then maybe I wouldn’t have had to walk on both of them right there on his couch, her black hair tangled in his fingers.
Worst thing they didn’t even feel bad about it, Chloe just smirked and peter’s excuse? “You’ve been depressed lately, we needed to rely on each other.”
I throw another shirt into my suitcase. Depressed? I was only depressed because I was stuck with losers like you two.
I groan slamming my box shut and take a deep breath trying to get them both out of my mind.
“Raelynn, get down right this instant” my mum screams from downstairs.
“I’m coming mother!” I yell back yanking the suitcase off my bed.
As if last night wasn’t hard enough, I came back to hear my mum say we’re moving all the way to Tribeca and we stay in Queens Village meaning an hour and sixteen minutes drive and she won't even tell me the reason.
I give one more glance at my now empty bedroom, to some extent I’m going to miss this place.
A sigh escapes my lips as I drag my luggage’s down the stairs with a grunt. When my mum sees me, she crosses her arms and frowns.
“I told you to get ready last night. Now you are going to make us late and it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should have given me a little more notice,” I snap. “Or better yet, maybe I’ll just go live with dad.”
The moment the words leave my mouth I instantly regret them. The world seems to freeze for a moment and I can actually see my mother’s hand tremble.
“Raelynn…” her voice is softer now but the pin behind it is enough to make my stomach twist into knots with regret. I should know better than to bring him up.
She’s still scared. After everything he did to us...almost did to me, she’d have to be.
I clear my throat awkwardly and she shakes her head to snap out of it.
“Take your things out and make sure not to forget anything.”
I nod and does what she asked then head to the mail box. Won't need the new people moving in going through our mails…especially them.
“To Sarah.”
No senders address…again.
I stare at the five mails in my hands, a shiver runs down my spine. Quickly I stuff them into my bag so mum doesn’t see them, hopefully when we get to our new place, I’ll find a place to hide them from her, the way I did here.
“Let’s go.”
Mum shouts and I quickly tuck the letters away and rush to the car.
The car is quiet for a moment but something feels weird. I mean why are we moving and where did we even get the money to move to Tribeca that’s a place for rich people and mum and I are worse than broke.
“Where are we going?” I finally decide to ask.
But mum just shrugs. “You’ll see.”
I groan rolling my eyes. My thoughts drift back to Chloe and peter. I hate that we’re moving. I hate that it makes me feel like I’m running away and giving them room to play happy couple after what they have done to me.
Eventually I get tired and I don’t even realize when I drift off to sleep.
Hours later mum wakes me up and my eyes widen sleep immediately vanishing as I stare at the mansion in front of me. The car slows in front of a massive iron gate, which swings open as if on cue. Beyond it is a mansion straight out of a movie...white pillars, magacificent gardens, a fountain in the driveway.
“Holy cr*p,” I mutter, sitting up straighter. “Did you win the lottery? Or take out some insanely huge loan that we’ll never pay off?”
Mom rolls her eyes. “Neither. Now stop gawking and help with the bags.”
She parks, and I step out, still staring at the house like it might disappear if I blink too hard.
Once she parks a man approaches her and with a big smile on her face she steps out and hugs him.
“You are?”
They pull apart and the man turns to me extending a hand. “You must be Raelynn I've heard so much about you. I’m Edward”
I scowl at his hand. “And how do you know my mother?”
Mum sighs and turns to me. “Rae this is Edward, my fiancé.”
The words his me like a brick in the face.
Fiancé? Since when? How? Why?
“You’re joking.” I say flatly crossing my arms.
Edward chuckles awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket. “I know this is a lot to take in...”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“Raelynn that’s enough.” Mum snaps. “Edward has been kind to take us in, so I suggest you show some respect.”
I bite back a retort, but my glare speaks for itself.
Edward clears his throat. “Why don’t I show you your room. I had it set up this morning.”
I don’t bother responding. Instead, I grab my suitcase and stomp past him, ignoring the man I assume is a butler reaching out for it.
The inside of the house makes me let out a gasp. Everything about it is overwhelming. From the high ceilings with golden chandeliers to the sparkling marble floors and furniture's that probably cost more than I can think of.
I’m so lost in awe I don’t notice someone standing behind me until their too close their presence too intense and suffocating.
Before I can turn around, two hands grip my shoulder firmly, keeping me in place.
“Enjoying the view?” the voice is smooth like a seductive whisper that makes you want to drown in it but the dangerous edge in it keeps you far away.
A shiver runs down my spine as his hot breath fans the back of my neck.
I try to turn around again but the grip on my shoulders tightens, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me how easily it could.
“You should enjoy it,” he murmurs, his tone mocking. “After all, you won't be here long.”
Grayson."You know you could have just texted me back instead of calling like a psychopath," I tell Bridget, keeping my voice low as I step further away from Rae. She's still at the railing, completely absorbed in the view, occasionally glancing back with that soft smile that makes my chest tight.The city lights blur slightly at the edges of my vision—the concussion still making itself known at the worst possible moment."How dare you threaten me," Bridget hisses through the phone, her voice already high pitched with panic.I run my free hand through my hair, the motion sending a sharp pain through my skull. "Asking you to tell your daughter the truth isn't a threat, Bridget. It's called being a decent human being.""Don't you lecture me about decency, you little bastard—""Is that a no?" I cut her off, my voice turning dangerously cold. "You won't tell Rae yourself?"There's a pause, then the sound of something crashing like glass shattering against a wall. Classic Bridget tantrum.
Raelynn.We're sitting at a corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, fairy lights casting a warm glow across Gray's face. I'm trying to make small talk about the menu, the decor, anything to fill the silence, but Gray seems to be struggling more than he's letting on.He's staring at me with a forced smile, but his eyes keep going distant, like he's seeing something else entirely. Occasionally he winces, his hand moving to his temple where the bandages are hidden under his hair. His plate sits untouched in front of him, the pasta getting cold.He's fighting so hard to be present, to become the carefree Reagan Cooper we invented in the taxi, but I know him too well. I can see the way his mask is slipping, the pain bleeding through no matter how hard he tries to hide itMy chest aches at the sight. I don’t want to add to his burdens, today is hard enough for him."Gray," I murmur, leaning forward. "If you don't want to be here, we can go back. I'm worried I'm not helping—"His eyes wide
Raelynn.Earlier."What do you mean Gray's been discharged?" I ask Brandon, shutting my locker with more force than necessary, my eyebrows shooting up.He had approached me immediately after my first period looking sheepish—now I know why. He runs his hand over his crew cut nervously, avoiding my gaze."He left earlier this morning. Didn't want to bother you and all."My brows knit together. I should have suspected something when he said he'd leave the hospital at night, but he seemed so exhausted and I didn't want to make things worse by pushing.Brandon runs a hand down his face, looking older than his seventeen years. "Look, I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I'm worried as hell about him. And I feel like you're the only one who can actually get through to him right now."I turn, giving Brandon my full attention, my chest tightening at the serious tone in his voice. "Tell me what?""Today," he exhales heavily, "today is the worst day of the year for Gray. It's his mu
Grayson.The discharge papers feel like sandpaper between my fingers as I sign the last form. I made sure to schedule this for first thing in the morning—7 AM sharp—so I could get out before anyone tried to talk me out of it.Rae's at school. I told her I wouldn't be discharged until tonight, that she should focus on her upcoming exams. She would have wanted to be here, would have insisted on it, and I can't handle her seeing me like this right now.Not today.Brandon leans against the doorframe, car keys jingling in his hand. "Ready to get out of this place?"I nod, not trusting my voice.The drive is mostly silent. Brandon keeps glancing at me through the rearview mirror as I light my vape, the familiar burn in my lungs doing nothing to calm the anxiety crawling under my skin."Gray—""Don't," I cut him off, not looking away from the window. "Just... don't."He falls quiet, but I can feel his concern radiating through the car.When we pull into the parking lot of Rivers Wellness Cen
Raelynn."Look, Rae, I'm sorry." Isaac's voice cuts through the background noise of Yara and Brandon's heated discussion about something I can't quite focus on. I shift uncomfortably, my mind racing through possibilities.On one hand, Isaac could be the psycho stalking me. On the other, he doesn't have any visible scars, and maybe he's just another innocent person being dragged into this nightmare because of me."I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," he continues, his voice softer now. "I was an asshole, but I was just upset. No one likes their friends turning against them."His gaze is fixed on me, intense and waiting, like he's studying every micro-expression on my face. Something about the way he's watching me makes my chest tighten. I nibble my bottom lip, trying to find the right words, but suddenly my head starts throbbing.My heart begins racing, hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape. My hands start trembling, and I clutch at my chest, struggling to breathe
Grayson.The entire room falls silent.Rae is still sitting on my lap, mostly because I'm holding her tightly, my arms wrapped around her like I can shield her from Isabella's reaction. My gaze is locked with my sister's, and the look in her eyes makes my stomach clench with dread.Brandon walks closer to Isabella, his voice gentle but firm. "Breathe. In and out. In and out."She scoffs at his attempt to calm her, and then, surprising everyone in the room, she simply turns and walks away without a single word."Well," Jace mumbles from his spot against the wall, "that was better than I expected."But I know better. I know Isabella. Silence is worse than any tantrum she could throw. When my sister goes quiet, when she retreats instead of exploding, that's when you should be truly terrified. The calm before the storm is always deadlier than the storm itself.I turn to Rae, who's studying my face with concern. "Are you okay?"I nod, though we both know it's a lie. "I'll be back. I have t
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