LOGINOLIVIA His voice was low, and also almost careless but every word sank into my chest. He sipped his wine as if we were discussing something random that didn’t matter. “You don’t like loud people,” he continued. “You flinch at shouting, even when it has nothing to do with you.” He wasn’t wrong. Loud voices always crawled under my skin and made me uncomfortable. Even laughter, if it came too loud or too sudden, made my shoulders tense before I could stop myself. My gaze dropped instantly, his stare pressing into my skin. My fingers curled into the fabric of my robe, twisting by my side. “You bite your bottom lip when you’re about to say something you’ll regret,” he added. “You like the rain, not for the smell or the sound, but because it reminds you of summers at your grandmother’s house.” He leaned in slightly, his voice lower now. “You hate when people walk too close behind you. You always step aside.” He paused, his brows twitching. “I noticed everything,” he said,
OLIVIA My stomach growled, the sound loud in the quiet room. Lying on my back, I pressed a hand against my abdomen with a sigh. I hadn’t eaten all day, not because I didn’t want to, but because everything had spun so far out of my control. And the thought of going downstairs and pretending nothing had happened after the way I lashed out at Dante felt impossible. A knock at the door cut through my thoughts. I froze, my head snapping toward the sound. Dragging myself up from the bed, I ran a hand through my tangled hair and tucked a few strands behind my ear as I crossed the room. When I opened the door, a middle-aged woman stood there smiling at me. She was the housekeeper, I guessed. “Mr. Devereux would like to know if you’ll be joining him for dinner.” The woman’s hands fell neatly to her sides. I bit my lip, my stomach turning as the memory of my outburst at Dante came rushing back. Shaking my head, I murmured, “No… thank you.” Right on cue, my stomach growled, lou
OLIVIA I pressed the phone to my ear, blinking fast to hold back the tears. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of my sister, and definitely not over the phone. But the moment I heard Dante’s voice, everything I’d been holding in came crashing down. “Where are you, Olivia?” he asked. My throat tightened, and the tears spilled harder, sliding down my cheeks. “I’m with my sister,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Lilian.” There was a pause. “Are you crying?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. “What happened? Are you hurt? Sick? Tell me.” I shook my head, wiping my face with the back of my hand like it would erase the shame. “No. I… I got evicted.” The words choked out of me. “I have nowhere to go. Lilian’s landlord won’t even let me stay the night.” Silence filled the line again, heavier this time. “Text me the address,” he ordered. “Have you moved your things?” “Yes.” I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. “They’re outside. Eight boxes.” “My driver
OLIVIA A knot tightened in my stomach, making me queasy. I motioned for her to answer, silently praying this wouldn’t turn into yet another setback. She swiped the screen. “Hello?” “I’m terribly sorry for the confusion,” Hailey said. Her voice was softer now, almost like she was using kindness to mock us. “But I’ve just been informed the unit has already been paid for.” My mind reeled. What the hell? She’d just said it was available and now, it wasn’t? My shoulders slumped, all the air rushing out of me. Lilian’s eyes narrowed. “Paid for? By who? And when? Because a few minutes ago you told us the unit was open. Did this mystery tenant appear out of thin air?” There was a pause on the line, Hailey hesitating. After a short pause, she said, “I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused.” The call ended immediately. I stared at Lilian in disbelief, Hailey’s words echoing in my ears. Why was this happening to me? I shut my eyes tight, fighting the burn of tears.
OLIVIA “I came as soon as my shift ended,” Lilian said, a little out of breath when I opened the door. She stopped, her eyes searching my face. “Why do you look so awful?” I stepped aside to let her in, running my fingers through my messy hair. “Didn’t sleep. I was up all night.” “Any luck?” she asked carefully. I shook my head, my shoulders dropping. “I called every leasing office I could find. Even some realtors. No one has anything and for others….” She set her bag down. “And?” “They all turned me down.” “What?” “At first they sound great,” I said, moving toward the couch. “The apartments are available, they’re friendly. Then I give them my name and suddenly—” I snapped my fingers. “everything changes. Either the place is suddenly taken, or they stop answering me altogether.” Lilian’s brows knit together. “Isn’t that… illegal?” “I don’t know,” I said, staring down at my phone. “But it’s happening.” I gave a tired shrug and sank into the couch. “I’m just… e
DANTE Of course. It was his ego and pride that kept him talking. That was what drove him, what fed his belief that what I said was impossible. Deep down, he didn’t really think I could have slept with Olivia. I was his best friend, the one who stood beside him long before the spotlight, before the money, and before her. He held onto our so-called friendship, the one that was supposed to be untouchable and unbreakable. And that was exactly what made it so pathetic. Because two years ago, he had taken something from our friendship and pretended not to know what he’d done. He had no idea the pain of the betrayal I carried when he dropped to one knee and proposed to the only woman I had ever looked at twice. He enjoyed stealing her from me. He had no idea about the rage I buried. No idea how it felt to watch from a distance while the one thing that was real to me slipped into his hands. And the worst part? He still couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept that he had ruined i







