Matthew Lockwood and Adrian Thorne were born rivals, competing for everything from love to business. When their families arrange an engagement between Matthew’s sister and Adrian, Matthew vows to stop it at all costs. But as secrets unravel, including Adrian’s dangerous Mafia ties and the hidden truth behind the engagement, Matthew finds himself drawn to the one man he’s spent his life hating. In a world of lies, betrayal, and passion, Matthew must decide: can he trust the man who’s both his enemy and his obsession? And when the lines between love and revenge blur, will Matthew survive the deadly game they’re playing? The game has only just begun...
Lihat lebih banyakMatthew's POV
The moment I stepped into the room, my eyes immediately landed on him. Adrian Throne. The son of a bitch I so much detest. He sat there, drinking and talking to this lady. She seemed as cheap as her make-up as she smiled at him cheekily. Why are all ladies like this? Why do they like men whom they are sure will break their hearts? I clenched my teeth at that thought. Anger boiled in me and the next second I was already landing a punch on his face. The sound of my fist on his face was great, but the greater impact was when the glass he held on fell on the floor and shattered. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I kept on punching him. Ready to spoil his so-called handsome face. It's unlike me doing this, but I couldn't help. "What are you doing? Stop" The lady kept shouting in nothing but fear, this little scene caused a lot of commotion. But I didn't care. I hate this bastard with everything in me. Of all the men in this world, it was him...dad chose to marry Evelyn off too. Of all the men. Men rushed over and yanked me away. I retaliated and reached for him again but they caught me before I could get to him. "Why must it be you?" I yelled as they dragged me out of the club. I wish I could do more, I wish I could make him regret everything he's done to me. And even if it delays now, I know I will do it next time. They let go of me when we were finally outside. I tried to force my way in but one of the guards warned "We won't want to be rude but you are no longer allowed to come in!" I should have resisted but he was so big, not like I was any small but of course, I knew my match when I saw one and Adrian is nothing like me. That's why I was able to smack his face without him trying. I turned on my heels, irritation flushed through me. I'm not done with him yet. I will make his life a living hell and he will be the one to give up everything and reject my sister. What the fuck does he think he is? As much as he thinkd he's the most handsome, I'm glad my sister didn't fall for that bullshit facade. I got on my bike. It didn't take me long to get to los Angeles nightclub. The moment I got in, I spotted my friends sited around a table talking and laughing. Noah waved at me smiling. That was an invitation but I didn't need one. I snatched his glass of whiskey and immediately gulped it down. "Hey, man, that was mine," he complained. I didn't spare him a glance and quickly poured myself some more whiskey. I was irritated and only drinking helped. "What's wrong with him?" Jordan asked. "Whatever the fuck is wrong, it's probably fucking him up" Kyle's words died when our gaze met. He gulped in fear. "Shit! He's in that mood again " Jordan let out a sigh and leaned close. "Is it related to Mr Thorne?" I growled and that was enough for them to know. "Crap, when is this ever going to end? You are an adult now, why can't you look past everything?" Noah's words made me almost believe he wasn't my friend, that a ghost was now inhabiting his body. "What? I'm trying to be rational here...you two keep picking on each other like you used to back in college. When will you grow up?" I slammed the glass on the table, Noah shivered and pulled away. "Never!" I growled. If growing up means letting that bastard get into my family, then I'd rather not. "Why?" Kyle pressed on, I faced him. Silence engulfed the sound of the music in the club. Why couldn't I let go? There were so many reasons. First, that bastard snatched my girlfriend from me only to break her heart. Secondly, he is the son of a bitch my father has chosen to marry my sister off, of all people. "Don't tell me it's because of what happened back then, with Lily?" Jordan pointed out I gritted my teeth, This time, I grabbed the entire bottle of whiskey and began tanking it like water. "Damn Matthew, when will you ever give this up?" "When I've finally exact my revenge " I growled. "And here we go again, revenge, revenge revenge, when will you grow up and see that life isn't all about the past? Your life isn't all about Adrian man" Noah complained. "Seems like it is" my response was dull. "In what way?" Kyle seems to want to figure me out and that, I have no problem with. "That son of a bitch is the one to marry my sister" I blurt. "Holy moly!!!!!" They all exclaimed as if it was planned. "You can't be serious, yeah?" Jordan stared at me as if I was telling a lie. "I wouldn't be this frustrated if it wasn't" I drank more, trying to push away everything but they kept coming. "Do you all think I don't want to move on? Have a life and let go of everything that bastard has done to me? I badly want to, but, he always have a way to scrawl back to my skin and that irritates the fuck out of me" "This is bad!" Noah muttered. I couldn't agree any less as I nodded while drinking. "Wait, you mean Evelyn?" What I said seem to dawn to Kyle only now but what the fuck was he saying? I have only one sister and who the fuck would it be if not Evelyn? "You are damn annoying, you know that?" I was at the edge of my frustration. I needed some help, I needed saving. "What are you going to do about?" Jordan asked. "I need to make that mother fucker turn down his marriage proposal, but I don't know how to" "Got a plan?" Kyle muttered, fully interested. I shook my head in denial. I really have no fucking plan A talkless of B. Silence enveloped us again as the music stopped playing. When I looked up, I saw Jordan smiling. "What?" I don't know what's funny, if it's me or the bullshit situation I'm in. "You are Bi, yeah?" He raised a brow. I frowned, "and what does that has to do with the situation?" His smile widened. "I don't know how well this is, but if we can find out where he is, we can drug him and" he paused. "Kill him?" I asked, "that will be the stupidest plan ever, remember he isn't just an ordinary man" "Calm down and hear me out, I never said we should kill him" Jordan waved. "When we get him drugged, he'll be all yours to torture " My frown deepened, I couldn't figure out what the hell he was saying. "I'm not fucking him if that's what you mean and when I said I would ask Bisexual, I lied" Really? Sleep with that asshole? I can't. I've never done it before. Whatever I said back then was a lie, just go show my friend I am capable of doing things. "Don't be dumb....we all know how bad a sex tape can ruin one's reputation....if we can make one, then, we will use that to blackmail him into canceling the marriage " Jordan's complete explanation now made lots of sense. "It's either you get smart and challenge yourself or you sit down here and drink yourself to sleep while that dushbag get your sister!" Jordan's words hits me differently. I've never done it, but I can't just seat and do nothing. And if doing this will safe the day, then why can't I do it? I inhaled deeply, trying to get myself to agree on this. They all seem willing to help me. If I can man up, then this wouldn't be hard. Not like I'm that clueless on what to do, I can do it. I encourage myself inwardly. At that moment, I knew I wasn't alone. My friends are with me. I glanced at the three guys I've known for what seems like forever, and my heart warmed up knowing they are happy to help me. My lips widened into a smile, I nodded. "I know where he is" "Then that's great, we can act now than later" I finally let go of the bottle of whiskey, together, we left the club.The Morning After the StormThe sunrise stretched slowly across the horizon, spilling molten gold over the sleepy town and setting the ocean ablaze with light. Each wave shimmered like fire meeting water, soft and endless. The wind that drifted through the open balcony doors was cool and clean, carrying the scent of salt and something newer—something almost like peace.The curtains swayed like ghosts retreating into daylight.Inside the room, Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, skin still warm from the weight of the night before. Adrian’s arm remained lazily thrown around his waist—solid, comforting, a quiet claim that lingered even in sleep. His fingers twitched lightly against Matthew’s bare skin, as though even unconscious, he wasn’t willing to let go.And Matthew didn’t want him to.He hadn’t slept much. Not out of restlessness, but because he couldn’t bear to close his eyes and risk missing the stillness. The quiet wasn’t frightening anymore. For the first time in year
*On the Highway*The GPS signal blinked cold and steady—a pale pulse of hope in a dashboard drenched in amber light. The sun hung low, casting long shadows through the windshield, painting Adrain’s face in streaks of gold and fire. His jaw clenched, his storm-filled eyes locked on the road ahead. His fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles white, tendons rigid with tension. His pulse thundered, each beat a blade, each second a countdown.Hold on, baby… Just hold on for me. I'm coming.Traffic blurred past as Adrain weaved between cars with calculated urgency, ignoring the horns and chaos he left in his wake. Nothing mattered—no risk, no rules—except the black car up ahead. Its taillights blinked like warning beacons, flashing red against the bright sky.That has to be it.His breath hitched.Please… let him be there.Inside that car… was his Matthew.---Inside the Stranger’s Car – Minutes EarlierMatthew sat still, stiff as stone, his eyes forward but unseeing. His hands clenched in
Matthew turned on his heel, the sharp click of his shoes ricocheting off the polished tiles of the deserted hallway like gunshots in the silence. The once-bustling corridor, now hollow and abandoned, stretched before him like a tunnel leading to freedom. He didn’t look back. Couldn’t. The air behind him felt thick, pressed in by a presence too heavy, too suffocating.He needed to get away—needed to breathe.Every muscle tensed as instinct roared in his blood.Run. Now.But he didn’t make it far.A hand clamped around his wrist.Not just firm—unyielding. Possessive. Branded with unspoken menace.Matthew froze, every nerve sparking with panic. The grip wasn’t meant to restrain. It was meant to claim. It pulsed with authority, intention, a silent threat wrapped in touch.His heart slammed against his ribs as he tried to yank free.“Where do you think you’re going?” the man behind him asked.The voice was calm—chillingly so. Each syllable rolled out like velvet wrapped around a knife. The
Matthew jolted awake with a sharp inhale, his chest rising as if pulled by invisible strings. Muscles tensed beneath the smooth, cool sheets, his body locked in a quiet battle against the fading remnants of a nightmare he couldn’t quite name. Sunlight filtered through the blinds in fractured slits, striping his bare torso with golden lines that moved gently with each breath he took. Physically, he felt different—strong, agile, almost reborn, like his body had exorcised the chaos of the night before. But his mind? That was a battlefield left in ruin.Fragments of memory clung to him like smoke—elusive, shifting, impossible to hold onto yet impossible to ignore. He saw flickers of faces, shadows of feelings, the echo of voices that didn’t belong to the morning. They clawed at him, cold and persistent, dragging him back toward a darkness he had no name for. He shut his eyes, clenched his fists against the sheet. Focus. You’re fine. He mouthed the words like a mantra, grounding himself wi
Matthew’s mind spun in frantic, erratic circles, grasping at shadows in his memory—reaching for anything, anything that could explain the man’s face. A familiar scar. A crooked smile. A glint in the eye that might’ve once meant something. But it was a void. Blank. Nothing surfaced. And yet, there was something so wrong in the way the man looked at him. Like he was not a person, but a possession—something precious and hunted, finally cornered.And then—Footsteps.Sharp. Measured. Drawing nearer with the certainty of someone who belonged there.The man’s expression cracked.That eerie, hollow smile vanished. His jaw clenched. Something like frustration—or fear—flickered in his eyes before he shoved Matthew hard against the tiled wall, the impact of sending a jolt of pain through his back. The man stepped away just as the bathroom door burst open with a soft creak of worn hinges.“Matthew?”Adrian’s voice.Sharp. Urgent. Tinged with panic.Matthew’s knees almost gave out from the sound.
Adrian had never seen Matthew like this before.Not when they kissed behind the theater last week. Not when Matthew fell asleep on his shoulder during one of those long, silent car rides. Not even when he’d cried in Adrian’s arms the night he found out what happened to his sister. All those moments had carved themselves into Adrian’s memory, but none of them held a candle to tonight.On this rooftop, under a velvet sky littered with stars, Matthew glowed.City lights blinked far below like scattered fireflies, their glow muted and soft beneath the rooftop’s dreamy ambiance. The air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and warm stone. A single candle flickered between them, its flame swaying with the breeze, casting golden ripples across Matthew’s face. He looked younger tonight. Lighter. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed—an unfiltered, unguarded laugh that caught Adrian off guard every time.And God, he couldn’t stop laughing.Every word Adrian spoke—every dumb j
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