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Lucien's Pov"Lucien, are you crazy?" Michael’s voice tears through the house the moment I step in. He barged in, as always. After that brutal clash with reporters, forced into a statement about the lawsuit, I almost expect him to throw a punch at me.I head straight for the stairs. Sofia’s mother is a maniac—she leaked the address I’ve kept hidden for years, throwing me to the wolves."What did you tell them? That you manipulated that girl into kissing you?" Michael follows, voice rising. "Don’t you realize if she takes the blame, the repercussions will be smaller?""For who?" I snap over my shoulder. "For the company?"I reach for my door, but his hand clamps down on my arm, halting me."Lucien, do you love this girl?""It was my fault, not hers.""That’s not an answer," he grits. "Her mother’s an attorney, and she’s suing the company. You need to make a stance.""I need a shower." I tear my arm free, shove the door open, and slam it shut behind me.At thirty-eight I’d thought I’d c
Sofia's Pov“It…” My voice splinters, hanging in the air. Every gaze in the room sharpens like a blade against my skin.My throat burns. The words claw at me, fighting to come out, but which ones?If I say yes, I brand myself—the girl who slept with her professor. No college, no second chances. If I say no, then I become his executioner. And still, a part of me aches at the thought of destroying him completely.I glance again at Professor Lucien. His head is bowed now, fists tight at his sides, the picture of a guilty man waiting for his sentence. That simple shake of his head replays in my mind. Say it wasn’t. Save yourself.My lips part, but nothing comes.“Miss Carson.” Mr. Nathaniel’s tone hardens. “The truth is the only thing that will protect you here. Was it consensual?”My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible,“It… it was.”“Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voic
Sofia's Pov “Are you sure you need to tag along? I mean, no one is judging. Your grandma just died,” Mia says for the umpteenth time, ignoring the fact that I’ve been telling her for the past two hours that I’m fine. “I’m fine,” I answer flatly. I can’t keep hiding here. Tugging a scarf over my head, I stare at my reflection. Five days without sunlight have drained me pale. “Is this okay?” “You look fine. Keira will meet us at school.” I grab my phone as we head out. The thought of going home for my bag is too much. Better to avoid Mom altogether than risk feeling like I made another mistake. The taxi ride is suffocating in its quiet. No calls. No texts. No one reaching out. It’s been so silent that I almost went home just to check if they were still alive—Dad and Yasmin. Especially since he swore he’d kill her. It’s just a trip to campus, but it feels like I’m being driven to another world. “We’re here,” Mia says, paying the fare. She stretches as we step onto campus. “I’ve mi
Sofia's PovI thought that if I blew Mom’s secret wide open — read her aloud, make everyone know what she did — the shame would finally sit where it belonged. I imagined it like justice: her perfect mask cracking, her feeling what she made us feel for years. I wanted her to fell horrible.But standing here, watching Dad look at her like she’d hollowed him out, I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt strangled. The sand was halfway into Grandma’s coffin, dull thuds that should have been rhythm and instead felt like the beating out of my own heart. I wanted to cry, to let everything break open — and I couldn’t. My throat locked and air wouldn’t come.The diary I’d stolen from Yasmin — I went for proof about Lucien, remember? — gave me something worse. Yasmin’s handwriting slid across the page in loops and small confessions: she’d been in love with my father for years. Always. Mom — Becky — had been the prettier choice, the easy choice, the “first pick” at every party. My father chose Becky bec
Sofia's PovI blink my eyes open, my skull pounding like someone is hammering from the inside. When I try to sit up, every bone protests, heavy and stiff as though I’d been run over.“Good morning, Sofia.” Brianna’s voice slices into the haze before I can even gather myself. I turn my head toward her, my eyes narrowing.“Good morning. Where should I wash this?” My fingers clutch the blanket I’d slept on, rough between my palms.Her lips curve into a smile, but it grates on me more than it soothes. “It’s not dirty,” she says, too sweet, too rehearsed.Of course. Now that Grandma is gone, she suddenly wants to play nice. How long can she keep this act up before the mask slips?I keep hold of the blanket anyway, stepping past her, determined to find the washing machine on my own.She trails after me like a shadow. “Mom said I should tell you to rest at home. She went to the hospital to clear up some things.”I freeze mid-step. “She left already? What time is it—I thought it was still ear
Lucien's Pov. “You went too far.” I snap as Dani slams the door. Sofia’s footsteps fade down the hall. My chest convulses with guilt. She doesn’t deserve this. Nobody does. “I should’ve just shot her, Lucien. Would’ve been easier.” She laughs—cold, crazy. She pulls the gun out again and levels it at me. “Why won’t you admit you loved me? Is it because of that whiny college student?” I force myself not to lunge. One wrong move and she pulls the trigger. “The police know Camilla is dead. You turning up and saying it was Dani who died won’t hold.” “Shut up. What do you take me for, a fool?” She snaps, the barrel trembling. “Of course I know that. I’ll arrange the tests. You testify.” “No one will swallow that lie, Dani. We both know it.” My voice is flat. I mean it. She stares at me, then looks away and back, like she’s bargaining with herself. Finally she shakes her head. “They will. I don’t care what I have to buy or bribe. You get me the statements, or I leak everything. Everyon