MasukLiam 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
I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.That's the only thought running through my head as Liam's words hang in the air between us, calm and deliberate, like he's had them rehearsed for months. Maybe he has. Maybe that's the worst part."You don't remember any of it," he says. It's not a question."I—" I press my lips together. "No."It's humiliating to admit. But lying to Liam Hart has never worked out well for me, and I'm tired of trying.The thing is, I've always told myself we were both wrecked that night. That neither of us was fully present. That it was a collision of two people who didn't know better.But then a thought cuts through the embarrassment like cold water."Wait." I turn to look at him. "Didn't Preston literally call you a tank tonight? Said you never get drunk?"Liam blinks."He called you a god," I press on. "His exact words. God of Alcohol. And you downed half a bottle of that top-shelf whiskey like it was water. Mia took two sips and lost her entire
Senior year starts on a Tuesday, and I walk onto Ashford University's campus like I'm stepping into a courtroom where the verdict's already been decided.I feel them before I see them — the eyes.Dozens of them. Maybe more. Clusters of students gathered near the main gate, near the fountain, near the steps of the journalism building, all of them angled toward me like sunflowers tracking something bright and slightly dangerous. I keep my chin up and my pace steady, but my skin is doing that thing where it feels too tight, like I'm wearing my discomfort on the outside for everyone to read.The whispers start immediately.I have sharp ears. Always have. It's an occupational hazard of wanting to be a journalist — you tune in to everything whether you mean to or not."That's her. Allison Brooks, from the Journalism Department. Twenty years old and already married to the head of the Hart family. Do you understand how insane that is?""I heard the film — Midnight Crown — was bankrolled by he
When Mia Stone was finally helped out, half-conscious and slumped against George Smith’s back like a fallen star clinging desperately to gravity, her slurred words left a painful echo in the room.“Why… why does it always end like this…”The words hung in the air like smoke, bitter and full of anguish. And just like that, they were gone.The private room at The Velvet Lounge fell into a suffocating silence, the kind that weighs on your chest, thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. The celebration, once filled with laughter and clinking glasses, had shattered into a mess of tangled emotions. The laughter had died, the music dulled, and the lingering scent of champagne felt out of place, like an unwelcome guest.Preston Whitmore let out a low, resigned sigh, his fingers tapping idly on the table as if trying to dispel the heavy mood. “Damn. This was supposed to be fun.”His voice was barely a whisper against the quiet tension, the words falling flat in the room. But Allie didn
Mia Stone’s fingers curled tightly around the glass, her knuckles white, and she tilted her head back, bringing the liquor to her lips. The amber liquid slid down her throat with a smooth, practiced motion, but there was no joy in it. No release. She wasn’t drinking for fun. Her gaze remained steady—not on the glass she emptied, but fixed like a magnet on Liam Hart, across the room.The others felt it immediately. There was no misreading the tension in the air. It was thick, sharp—almost suffocating. Her eyes didn’t waver from him, and neither did the tremble in her fingers as she gripped the glass with growing desperation. She was waiting. Waiting for him.Waiting for him to break.Mia wasn’t some random woman in this game. She was Liam’s past—his former lover, his shadow through childhood and beyond. The one person who knew him in ways that even Allie couldn’t begin to understand. And now she was here, with all of that history pressing down on her, hoping for something—anything—fro
The room crackled with an energy that could have lit up the entire city. Tension was a living, breathing thing, curling around each of them, thick and suffocating.Liam Hart, of all people, had just spoken a line that had the power to stop time.“I love her. Isn’t that enough of a reason?”It wasn’t dramatic. There were no sweeping gestures, no theatrical flair. It was simple. Quiet. But the weight of it fell over the room, crushing everything beneath it.And that? That was more powerful than any shout or grand display ever could have been.A collective gasp rippled through the room, like a chain of dominoes toppling one after the other. Even the women who prided themselves on being impervious to everything—the ones who had always pranced around with poised smiles and razor-sharp defenses—were forced to steal a glance at Allie Brooks, the envy in their eyes a stark contrast to their usual cold masks.Liam Hart, the man who built walls higher than anyone, had just torn them down for he
A sharp voice cut through the tension in the room, and every head turned toward the entrance.Liam Hart stood in the doorway, his expression cold and unreadable. The air in the room seemed to drop several degrees, a suffocating silence following in his wake.Whispers rippled through the set.Wasn’t
When Liam Hart proposed to her, she had wrestled with a single question in her heart.A man so distant, so untouchable—could she ever truly reach him?Even then, she had suspected that Liam’s feelings weren’t as deep as they seemed. As Adam once warned her, perhaps the proposal was merely a matter
"Don’t go. Liam Hart left Oceanview Heights early this morning," Julian Ford said.Allie Brooks froze mid-step. "How do you know?""I went to return the dress last night. Mia Stone left too. She left with Liam."Allie’s breath caught. The little black dress—Julian had borrowed it from Mia. She had
Liam Hart had just finished changing clothes when the whispers around the set grew louder.“What’s going on between Allie and Mr. Hart?” someone murmured.“Isn’t Liam supposed to marry Mia Stone? Why would he take the initiative to shoot an intimate scene with Allie in front of Mia?”“I heard Allie







