로그인I 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
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
Robert Hart leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of his desk. His sharp eyes settled on the two sitting across from him. “I just spoke with David Brooks. Now that the marriage certificate has been signed, we should move forward with the wedding as soon as
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
Liam’s eyebrows twitched slightly.That was twice today.I had kissed him—completely unprovoked. And now, I couldn’t even look him in the eye.God, what was wrong with me?My cheeks were burning, the heat spreading down my neck like a wildfire. Had I been too forward? Was I misreading him entirely?
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







