تسجيل الدخولELOISEI sat still in front of the vanity mirror as the makeup artist delicately dusted highlighter across my cheekbones.Looking at my reflection, I could barely recognize the girl staring back at me. I was wearing an exquisite, custom-tailored lace gown that fit like a second skin, floating around me like a dream. But more than the dress, it was the peace in my eyes.Today was my wedding day.I was officially twenty-four years old, getting ready to marry Mike Miller—the man of my dreams. The same boy I had been hopelessly, fiercely in love with since I was seventeen.It was crazy to think about everything that had happened over the last three months. Right after that chaotic, iconic confession dinner in Chicago, Mike and I packed up and moved to New York together. We got a stunning townhouse, adopted a golden retriever puppy, and built a life that felt entirely ours. Mike had officially retired from illegal street racing for good, channeling all his passion into expanding his h
ELOISE The dining room table was set to absolute perfection. Silverware polished, crystal glasses gleaming under the warm chandelier light, and a spread of food that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread. On the outside, we looked like the picture of elite Chicago high society—classy, sophisticated, and utterly poised. On the inside, we were a room full of loaded weapons waiting for someone to pull the trigger. "So, wait," Mike said, taking a slow sip of his wine as he looked across the table at Kenji and Tasha. "You two are actually going through with dropping Vanguard completely?" "Effective immediately," Tasha smiled, resting her hand over Kenji's on the tablecloth. "And Eloise is coming in as a major partner with her father's estate funds. We're launching our own firm." "Can you two please stop pretending like you're rival corporate moguls for five minutes?" I teased lightly, pouring more water into my glass. "We're celebrating new beginnings tonight." Jax reach
DEREK The past few nights in LA had been a complete, chaotic blur. One night had turned into two, and two had turned into three—an intoxicating storm of late-night liquor, intense conversations, and mind-numbing heat between the sheets. But as the morning sun flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jax's estate, reality slammed into my chest like a ton of bricks. My stomach was tied in knots. Guilt was eating me alive. Eloise. She was my best friend. She was the person who sent me out here in the first place, trusting me to have her back. And here I was, stabbing her squarely in the spine with her own boyfriend. To make matters worse, my head was spiraling. Did I even actually love Jax? Or was I just intoxicated by the dangerous fantasy of him? Did Jax even love me, or was he just emotionally attached because I was the first guy he'd ever truly opened up to about being gay? Jax walked into the bedroom, pulling a fresh white T-shirt over his chest, looking completel
ELOISEThe flight back to Chicago was completely surreal.Before I left New York, Mike and I had come to a quiet, unspoken agreement: whatever had happened between us—and whatever was still pulling us together—would stay entirely secret until I properly dealt with Jax. Which meant that, for all intents and purposes, I was officially having an affair with Mike while still technically dating his brother.The second I opened the door to the apartment and saw Tasha standing in the living room, a massive wave of relief washed over me. I dropped my bags onto the floor and ran over, throwing my arms around her in the tightest hug possible.This was the first time we were seeing each other face-to-face since our huge blow-up over my father’s funeral, and having her here felt like finally breathing fresh air after drowning."I missed you so much," I whispered, holding on tighter. "I missed you so, so much.""I missed you too, El," Tasha squeezed back tightly, her voice thick with emotion
JAX The second my lips pulled away from his, Derek froze, stumbling backward so fast he almost tripped over the barstool. His eyes were wide, staring at me in complete, unadulterated shock. "Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek stammered, his hands raised in front of his chest. "Oh my God. Oh my God... Jax... you're gay?!" I stood there, letting out a long, heavy breath as the weight of the truth finally lifted off my chest. "Yeah... I just found out." "You're dating El!" Derek shouted in a hushed, panicked whisper, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor. "Why didn't you tell her?! When did you find out?! What is actually going on here, Jax?!" "I found out a few months ago, okay?!" I blurted out, running both hands over my face in frustration. "I couldn't tell El because I love her! I didn't know how to explain to her that I suddenly haven't been able to be attracted to any female—just guys!" Derek stopped pacing, staring at me like I had grown two heads. "I've slept
TASHA I pulled up to Julian's apartment complex in a hailed rideshare, my stomach twisting into a familiar knot as the driver idling near the curb waited for me to go up and grab my things. Fortunately, I still had my key fob. I rode the private elevator up in total silence, praying the penthouse would be empty—and to my relief, it was. Julian was still at Vanguard. I didn't waste a single second. I rushed into the guest room, throwing all my clothes, shoes, and toiletries into my bags as fast as my hands could move. Within fifteen minutes, I had everything zipped up and packed. Carrying my luggage down to the foyer, I pressed the button for the elevator, eager to get out before he had any reason to show up. The elevator doors chimed open—and my heart completely stopped. Julian was standing inside, his coat draped over his arm, looking straight at me and the bags at my feet. He stepped out slowly, blocking my path as I tried to move past him. "Tasha, stop." Without sayin







