로그인Preston Whitmore.Allie stares at him and the pieces rearrange themselves so fast she almost gets dizzy.Liam's best friend. The one who showed up at his birthday with three bottles of single malt and a story that kept the table laughing for an hour. The one who Liam trusts the way you trust someone you've known long enough to have survived things together.That man is standing at the top of Chloe's staircase in a gray robe with damp hair and an expression that has just gone from possessive-toward-Chloe to completely blindsided-by-Allie in under three seconds."Sister-in-law?" he says again, like maybe he misidentified her the first time."Hi, Preston." Her voice comes out surprisingly level. "Didn't expect to find you here.""I could say the same." His eyes move to her face — reading her the way men who are good at reading people do, fast and comprehensive and landing on the parts that hurt. "You're alone."Not a quest
"You live here?"Allie stares at the building in front of her — different entrance, different unit, same complex — and then at Chloe, who has her key out and her expression arranged into something carefully neutral."I told you I was married," Chloe says."You told me you were waiting to get divorced.""Both things can be true."Allie opens her mouth. Closes it. Looks at the building again. "You live ten steps from my husband's front door and you didn't think to mention this?""You've been busy." Chloe pushes the door open. "Come inside."The Ashwood is the kind of building that was sold before the first brick went down — developers calling future owners before construction, asking for preferences, building every unit to spec. Every apartment is different. Intentional. Personal.Liam's is clean lines and low drama, the aesthetic of a man who finds visual noise exhausting.Chloe'
She makes it two full blocks before the tears come.She doesn't mean them to. She has been fine — she has been walking in a straight line with her chin up and her hands steady and she has been absolutely fine — and then she hits the bus stop and her legs just stop working, and she sits down on the bench, and everything she's been holding together for the last two weeks stops holding.The city moves past her. Cabs, pedestrians, a couple sharing earphones outside a restaurant. The ordinary machinery of a Tuesday night completely indifferent to the fact that she is sitting on a bus bench in the dark, crying, because her husband has decided she's a person she's never been.She presses the heel of her hand against her mouth.Don't.She breathes. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She has survived things that were worse than this. She has survived Cher. She has survived a forum post and a rigged scaffold an
She storms back into the house.Liam is right behind her.They make it to the hallway outside the bedroom before the argument finds its voice — not loud, not theatrical, but worse: the low, compressed fury of two people who have been holding this particular grenade for two weeks and have finally run out of hands to hold it with."You had no right—""I had every right—""He's been through enough—""You don't get to tell me what my nephew has been through—"The hallway light catches the edge of Liam's jaw, the set of it, the absolute unyielding certainty of a man who has decided he's right and has built a wall around it.It makes her want to put her fist through that wall.Then footsteps.Elizabeth appears at the end of the corridor, reading the situation in half a second with those sharp, perceptive eyes of hers. She looks between them — Allie rigid with fury, Liam sealed shut &m
Adam remembers the exact moment.Not vaguely, not in the blurred way memories tend to blur at the edges when they've been sitting too long. Perfectly. In the way certain things get burned in rather than recorded — like the image was seared directly into the part of him that doesn't forget, that doesn't soften, that holds everything it finds important with both hands until they go numb.It was the third day of freshman orientation training at Ashford.He'd only been back in the country for a week. Four years abroad — London, then Singapore, then two years back in London — had done something to his internal clock that no amount of willpower could override. He was sleeping at four in the morning and awake at noon, running on two hours and something that tasted like exhaustion but hit harder.And then the August heat.Chicago in August is not interested in your problems. The training field radiated it upward from the concrete, pressin
The garden goes completely silent.Allie stares at Liam.He just told Adam that the car was her idea — which is true, technically, she did mention it — but the way he said it, the specific weight he placed behind go thank your aunt, was not about gratitude. It was a message with teeth in it, aimed at Adam, wrapped in a sentence about a car.Adam says thank you in a voice that gives nothing away.And Liam looks at him with that composed, unhurried authority and says: "I don't think I've ever heard you call her aunt. Not once. Does Allie not count as family to you, Xiao Han?"Allie's jaw tightens.She understands now — completely, crystallinely — what Liam is doing.He's using her.He's using her to draw a line around Adam. To remind him of distance, hierarchy, boundary. And the worst part — the part that makes the anger surge up from somewhere below her sternum &m
Allie crossed her arms, her voice icy. “I told you this was a bad idea. We can’t get in.”Cher’s lips twisted in frustration. She wasn’t about to let things end here. Her forged invitation had been exposed too easily, and she wasn’t ready to walk away defeated.“I’m not leaving,” Cher hissed. “I ca
Liam’s eyes narrowed, a dark expression crossing his face. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. "What did you just say?" His tone was ice cold.Allie blinked, her vision still foggy, and mumbled, "Nick... I thought you were him... I thought... Lawson..." Her words were barely more than a whisp
When Allie burst into the lab, she found Chloe pinned to the test bench, her face contorted with fear as Felicity brandished a scalpel near her cheek.“You think you can cozy up to Adam?” Felicity sneered, tracing the blade’s edge dangerously close to Chloe’s skin. “I could make sure he never looks
While Liam Hart was in the shower, Allie Brooks quickly finished packing her luggage.When she went to change clothes, she ran into a bit of a problem. Her chest and neck were marked with faint love bites, courtesy of Liam.That man…Allie had no choice but to put on a turtleneck, something she usu







