MasukI'm barely through the courtyard doors before I pull up Liam's contact and hit call.It rings twice."Allie." His voice is low, unhurried — but I can hear the faint ambient hum of a conference room in the background. He's in a meeting. Of course he is. "Is something wrong?""I need a favor."A beat. Then, without missing a step: "Go ahead."I press my back against the exterior wall of the journalism building, keeping my voice down. "Your hacker friend — Noah. The one who traced that anonymous post Cher used on the campus forum. Can you give me his contact?"Silence for exactly two seconds."I'll send it now," Liam says.That's it. No interrogation, no what do you need him for, no are you sure about this. Just — I'll send it now.Something warm moves through my chest before I can stop it."You're not going to ask why?" I say."If you wanted to tell me, you would h
I don't go to my own department first.I go straight to the Performing Arts building.I'd looked up Felicity Montgomery's schedule the night before — old journalist habit, never walk into a confrontation without knowing your terrain. She has a large lecture in Meridian Hall at nine. Two hundred seats, tiered rows, the kind of class that empties like a burst dam the second the bell rings.I'm standing at the bottom of the steps when it does.Students flood out around me, and I feel the exact moment the whispers start. A girl near the door clocks me first, nudges her friend, and suddenly there's a ripple of recognition spreading outward like I've dropped something in still water.I hear "black lotus" twice before I've taken three steps. I hear "green tea" once. I keep my chin level and my eyes forward.Then I see her.Felicity Montgomery, descending the stairs with two friends flanking her like a security detail, hair perfect, chin high, wearing the specific expression of someone who we
I sit with it for a minute.The vote totals. The gap that's closed overnight. The fact that by some miracle of ballot-stuffing, Felicity Montgomery now leads the female poll by fifty thousand votes and the gap is so clean and so sudden that it could only mean one thing — she paid for it.And here's the thing I notice first, the thing that surprises even me:I'm not upset.I let out a slow breath and actually feel my shoulders drop an inch. No more stage play. No more standing opposite Adam Hart under a spotlight while half of Ashford University films it on their phones and posts theories about what it means. No more navigating that minefield while Liam watches from a distance, expressionless, processing.Felicity wants it that badly? Fine. She can have it.I close the forum app.Then I notice the notif
We've been sitting in the booth long enough that the lunch crowd has thinned out and our drinks have gone warm, but neither of us is in a hurry to leave. There's something about what Chloe just told me — the weight of it, the quiet devastation — that makes me want to stay right here, in this small anonymous restaurant, a little longer.Then she shifts gears completely."Oh — I almost forgot." She pulls out her phone, scrolling. "Have you checked the Ashford forum lately?"I stare at her. "I would rather eat glass."She almost smiles. "You might want to make an exception. Your name is all over the National Collegiate Arts Showcase voting poll. You're leading by a lot, Allie. Like, a lot a lot."I blink. "The what?""The Showcase." She turns her phone toward me. "You seriously don't know about this?"I take her phone, squinting at the screen. "I was on a film set for the entire summer, Chloe. I missed approxim
I don't have many classes this semester, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on how much empty time I want to spend inside my own head.I grab my textbooks from the department office, stuff them into my bag, and decide there's no reason to stick around campus any longer than necessary. Not with the way people keep staring at me like I'm a headline they're still trying to finish reading.I'm almost to the front gate when I hear my name."Allie!"I turn, and there's Chloe West — slight, soft-spoken, wearing a light blue cardigan that makes her look younger than she is — hurrying toward me with her own stack of books pressed against her chest like a shield.Something in my chest loosens just seeing her."Chloe." I fall into step beside her naturally. "Please tell me you're not going back to the dorms yet."She shakes her head. "I was thinking grilled fish, actually.""Done. Let's go."The rest
Liam has never been able to explain it — not even to himself.Women have never been his weakness. Not once, not ever. Even Mia Stone, with all her calculated beauty and calculated proximity, had never made him feel a single thing he didn't choose to feel.He'd started to wonder, quietly, privately, if the problem was him. If something fundamental was just — missing.Then that night happened.And whatever had been sleeping inside him woke up like something feral, like a beast that had been in a cage so long it had forgotten the cage had a door. The moment she fell into his arms at Midnight Black, something cracked open in his chest that he still doesn't have a name for.He'd watched her sleep afterward. The whole night, he didn't close his eyes once.She curled up like a cat, one hand tucked under her cheek, lashes dark against her skin, and Liam had sat there in the dark asking himself the same question on a loop.Why her?He still doesn't have a clean answer. He's not a man who belie
AllisonVivian was just fishing.Tossing bait into still waters, hoping for chaos to bite back.But what she hadn’t expected—what none of us had expected—was how fiercely Liam would defend me. Even now, I could still hear his voice echoing at the dinner table, clear and resolute: "That guy was neve
Scarlett Renwick stood off to the side, arms folded tightly beneath her chest, that signature smirk curling her lips like she was permanently entertained. “He’s in the lounge. Alone. And from what I heard,” she added, her voice dipped in amusement, “even his assistant barely made it out alive.”I d
“Oh? An actor confessed to you, and you turned him down?”“I don’t like him.”Allie could barely breathe. Liam’s gaze burned through her, dark and unreadable.He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “You’re sure?”Her heart pounded. “Yes.”Liam leaned in, his voice a whisper against her lips. “G
Julian Ford leaned back in his chair, casual as ever, with a smirk dancing on his lips. “She met you first, so I guess I have to accept my fate. But Mr. Hart, if you don’t treat your wife well, I won’t hesitate to steal her away.”Liam, standing beside me, didn’t even flinch. His voice, as cool and







