Mag-log in"You drive me fucking insane," he breathes against my throat. Heat pools low in my belly as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark with hunger. "Say stop," he whispers, voice strained. I hold his gaze. "I won't." … I never wanted to come to KAQ Academy. But when your mother marries into the Blackwell family, you don't get a choice. What I didn't expect was her new stepson deciding I was his personal enemy on sight. Grayson Blackwell—hockey captain, honor student, golden boy with a black heart—has made it his mission to destroy me. He's beautiful and cruel and absolutely magnetic, the kind of boy who sets fires just to watch them burn. He wants to break me, piece by piece, until there's nothing left of the girl who dared to invade his perfect world. The problem? I like the way he burns. But I'm not the only one obsessed with me. Someone has been sending me twisted letters for years, and they've followed me here. When Gray finds out about my stalker, something dark shifts in his eyes. Suddenly, I'm not just his enemy—I'm his obsession.
view moreHey, my Rubies 🥺💞Okay… so this is it.Like, actually it.No "see you next chapter." No cliffhanger. No surprise POV sneaking in later. No "chapter ends here 😩" typed out at 2am with my heart still racing from writing it.I finished this story… and I genuinely don't know how to let go 😭I keep opening the document just to stare at it. Just to reread lines I've already read a hundred times. Because as long as I'm still looking at it, it still feels a little bit unfinished, a little bit mine to keep adding to. But it's not anymore. It's done. It's yours now, however you carry it.Thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my heart — for staying. For reading. For coming back chapter after chapter even when I left you on the most evil cliffhangers imaginable 😭 You didn't just read this story — you lived it with me. You screamed with me in the comments. You theorized. You got mad at characters like they were real people who owed you an explanation. You cried at things I cried writing. That'
ValentinaTwo Weeks LaterI hear his knock before I'm ready.My apartment is a mess—boxes half-packed because I'm still not sure if I'm staying in the city or leaving. My family finally moved out after the police recommended it for their own safety. The scandal has died down somewhat, but my life still feels like it's in pieces.I open the door.Jace stands there, and he looks... different. Lighter somehow. The weight he's been carrying for three years seems less heavy. His eyes are clearer."Hi," he says softly."Hi." I step aside. "Come in."He enters, taking in the chaos. "Are you moving?""I don't know yet. Maybe. Depends on—" I stop myself. "Depends on a lot of things."We stand there awkwardly for a moment. So much has happened. Maria and Tristan arrested. The company in crisis. The board investigations. HR meetings. Legal proceedings.And through it all, we've barely spoken. Just professional exchanges. Necessary communications.Nothing real."I went to see him," Jace says sudd
ValentinaTwo Weeks LaterThere's a knock on the door.My apartment is a mess—boxes half-packed because I'm still not sure if I'm staying in the city or leaving. My family finally moved out after the police recommended it for their own safety. The scandal has died down somewhat, but my life still feels like it's in pieces.I open the door.Jace stands there, and he looks... different. Lighter somehow. The weight he's been carrying for three years seems less heavy. His eyes are clearer. "Hi," he says softly."Hi." I step aside. "Come in."He enters, taking in the chaos. "Are you moving?""I don't know yet. Maybe. Depends on—" I stop myself. "Depends on a lot of things."We stand there awkwardly for a moment. So much has happened. Maria and Tristan arrested. The company in crisis. The board investigations. HR meetings. Legal proceedings.And through it all, we've barely spoken. Just professional exchanges. Necessary communications.Nothing real."I went to see him," Jace says suddenly.
JaceThe prison smells like disinfectant and decay.I've been here before—once, years ago, when they first locked him up. Swore I'd never come back. Swore I'd never give him the satisfaction of seeing me again.But here I am anyway.The guard leads me through security, through gates that clang shut with a finality that makes my skin crawl. Finally, we reach the visitation room—small, sterile, separated by reinforced glass.And there he is.Edward Blackwell looks older. Grayer. The expensive suits replaced by orange prison garb. But his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are exactly the same.He smiles when he sees me. Actually smiles, like we're old friends meeting for coffee."Jace." He picks up the phone on his side of the glass. "It's been too long."I sit, reluctantly picking up my own phone. "Let's skip the pleasantries.""So businesslike. You've become quite successful, I hear. Built quite the career for yourself." His smile widens. "I'm proud.""Don't." The word comes out harsh.
GraysonFuck, look at her.Spread out on my bed, flushed, lips swollen from kissing, pupils blown wide... she's perfect. Too perfect. Eyes wide like she knows exactly what she's doing to me—fuck, it's been two weeks since I had her like this, and I'm one second away from losing my goddamn mind.Two
Grayson.Some Minutes Earlier.I glance back one last time at Raelynn, her gaze fixed on her mother's face, and my heart cracks at the broken look in her eyes. The weight of what she's about to learn, what she's about to confront, sits heavy in my chest.For a moment, I wonder if what I'm doing is
Raelynn"Yara, wait!"My voice echoes down the empty hallway, but she doesn't even glance back. She just disappears around the corner, leaving me standing there like someone ripped the ground out from under my feet.Yara has never walked away from me. Not once in all these months. Not when she foun
Grayson.She’s wrecked.Lying there, cheek pressed to the sheets, hair a tangled halo, thighs still trembling from the way I just fucked her senseless. And yet—hell—her pussy’s already wet again. I can see it glistening in the faint light, dripping down her thighs like her body hasn’t had enough, l












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