Allie stood silent, her thoughts a whirlpool of emotions. Cher’s voice, soft yet sharp, pierced the quiet:"Do you remember, Allie? Back then, you were like a white swan to me. Everyone adored you—boys, girls, teachers—it didn’t matter. You were perfect. And I was nothing but a shadow. But when I stood beside you, I felt like I could shine, too."Allie’s lips tightened. "But you never really saw me as a friend, did you?"Cher shook her head, a fleeting vulnerability flashing in her eyes. "No, Allie, that’s not true. You were my best friend. Do you remember the wishing box we buried? Under the magnolia tree?"The words hit Allie like a wave. Of course, she remembered. It was during their last year of middle school—a time when innocence hadn’t yet soured. They’d buried a tiny box beneath the third magnolia tree outside the playground, vowing to dig it up in ten years. It was supposed to be their secret treasure.Cher led the way to the tree, her steps deliberate. Picking up a jagged st
"Allie," Nick's voice was low, almost pleading, as he stepped closer to her under the late afternoon sun. His figure, lean but tense, seemed a shadow of its former self. The confident, commanding man she once knew was now filled with raw vulnerability.“Allie,” he repeated, his voice cracking. “I’ve missed you.”Allie Brooks turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. “Nick,” she said coldly, “we’ve been over this. I’ve moved on. So should you.”Nick reached out impulsively, grabbing her wrist, his touch both desperate and hesitant. “I know I’ve messed up. I know I hurt you. But I can’t let you go, Allie. I love you.”Allie yanked her arm free, her voice sharp. “Love? Is that what you call it? You slept with Cheryl! She’s carrying your child! Be a man, Nick. Take responsibility for your actions and leave me out of it.”Pain flashed in Nick’s green eyes. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he might argue. Instead, he said, softly, “Cher tricked me. It wasn’t... it wasn’t su
Allie Brooks sat at her usual corner table in the bustling cafeteria with Chloe West. They were halfway through their trays when trouble walked in wearing designer heels and a sharp smile.“Look who it is,” Felicity Montgomery’s voice rang out as she approached, her entourage flanking her like vultures. She stopped directly in front of Allie, her perfectly manicured nails drumming on the table.“Allie,” Felicity began, her tone oozing false concern, “how’s life as the campus charity project? It must be exhausting keeping up appearances.”Allie didn’t flinch. “If you’re done practicing for your next villain audition, Felicity, maybe go bother someone who cares?”Felicity’s smile sharpened. “Oh, I care. Because I heard the juiciest rumor. Are you actually dating Adam Hart, or is this another one of your delusions? Because, honey, you can’t keep playing the tragic heroine forever.”Chloe stood abruptly, her face flushed with anger. “Back off, Felicity. Allie doesn’t owe you an explanatio
The Next day...Allie Brooks stirred awake, her vision clearing to reveal Liam Hart's striking features. She blinked a few times, startled by the close proximity of his face, its symmetry and elegance both captivating and unnerving.Allie’s thoughts betrayed her. He’s even more breathtaking than Nicholas Lawson, she thought, recalling the man who had once consumed her life. But this was different—Liam wasn’t just handsome; he carried an intensity that left her heart fluttering.As her gaze met his, a flicker of emotion crossed his face before vanishing, leaving her momentarily flustered. She quickly masked her nerves with a smile. “Good morning,” she said softly, her voice still thick with sleep.Liam raised an eyebrow, his hair deliciously messy from sleep. “Good morning? That’s it? No enthusiastic praise for the man who keeps your life interesting?”Allie snorted, rolling onto her side to face him. “What, you want me to start the day with, ‘Good morning, CEO of my dreams?’”His lips
Allie followed Liam out of the airport, her steps mirroring his but her heart lagging far behind.She had expected...something—relief, joy, a spark of connection. Instead, Liam’s demeanor was calm, almost indifferent. It was like he had anticipated her presence, and not even her sudden return seemed to stir him.But Allie couldn’t help noticing one thing. His strides were longer, more determined.Was he just eager to get home?Liam’s sleek black car was already waiting outside. Without a word, he approached the driver.“Hand me the keys, John,” Liam instructed firmly. “You can grab a cab back.”John hesitated for a moment but obeyed, stepping out of the car and handing over the keys.Liam slid into the driver’s seat without another word. Allie, biting back the confusion bubbling inside her, reached for the back door.“Sit in the front,” Liam said, his voice steady but brooking no argument.Allie paused, then sighed, muttering under her breath, “What difference does it make?” She close
The hum of chatter filled the private room as everyone from the journalism class shared laughs and stories. The warmth of the evening suddenly shifted when the door creaked open.Allie’s eyes followed the collective gaze. Standing in the doorway was Nick Lawson, exuding an air of authority and tension that turned the room silent.Nick’s gaze locked onto Allie almost instantly. His jaw tightened, but his expression was unreadable.Before Allie could react, Cher Waverly rose from her seat with a saccharine smile, her movements calculated as she made her way to Nick. Sliding her arm around his, she turned to the group.“Everyone, meet Nick Lawson, my boyfriend,” she said with a laugh that felt sharper than glass.The room erupted with murmurs. Nick Lawson, the heir to the Lawson Enterprises, wasn’t just known for his business acumen. His name was a staple in gossip columns, often linked to glamorous women and bold headlines.Allie’s heart clenched as she tried to stay composed, but her h