LOGINOne reckless night. One forbidden crush. One playboy who sees her fire. She’s loved her best friend Frank in silence for six years—until the man from her drunken one-night stand turns out to be Eric, the rich, dangerous playboy brother of the woman Frank wants. Eric isn’t supposed to care. He’s the man every girl wants and the one she should stay away from. But when their paths cross again, his teasing turns possessive, his protection turns personal, and his kiss reminds her what it feels like to be seen. She’s tired of being the invisible girl. He’s the man who sees everything she hides. But falling for him could destroy everything she’s ever known.
View MoreSABRINA’S POVThe taxi dropped me off in front of a tall iron gate that looked like it belonged in a movie about old money.I paid the driver with shaking hands, stepped out, and stood there staring at the house beyond the bars.Big.White.Perfect.The kind of house that never had leaky faucets or peeling paint or arguments about rent.My stomach twisted so hard I almost turned around and ran.But I didn’t.I pressed the intercom button.A soft voice answered almost immediately.“Miss Sabrina?”“Yes.”The gate clicked open.I walked through.The driveway was long—too long. Gravel crunched under my sneakers. Trees lined both sides, manicured and silent. The house grew bigger with every step until it loomed over me like it was judging my jeans and hoodie.The front door opened before I reached it.A woman in a crisp black uniform—maid, I guessed—smiled politely.“Miss Sabrina. Welcome. This way, please.”I followed her inside.The foyer was massive—marble floors, high ceilings, a chand
SABRINA’S POVHe didn’t wake up.I kept waiting for it… the moment his eyes would open, the moment the machines would change, the moment something would happen.But nothing did.The room stayed quiet except for the steady beeping. His chest rose and fell slowly. His hand stayed in mine, still, fragile, warm in a way that felt borrowed.I stared at his face a little longer, like memorizing it.Like I was afraid this might be the last version of him I’d ever see.My chest tightened.I let out a slow breath I didn’t realize I was holding.“Okay,” I whispered softly, more to myself than to him. “I’ll come back.”My thumb brushed his hand one last time before I gently placed it back on the bed.It felt wrong to let go.But I did.I stood slowly. My legs felt weak again, like all the strength I had used inside that room stayed there.I looked at him one more time.Then I walked to the door.Each step felt heavier than the last.When I opened it, they were there.Waiting.Gina stood first. H
SABRINA’S POV“I’ll… think about it.”The words felt fragile leaving my mouth, like glass that could shatter if anyone touched them. The woman’s shoulders dropped in relief —not happiness, not exactly…but relief that I hadn’t said no. That I hadn’t run.A small, tired smile touched her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.She turned toward Gina, reaching for her hand. Gina’s fingers slipped into hers instantly, like she needed something to hold on to.“We’ll give you a moment with him,” the woman said gently.Gina looked at me, her eyes red, hopeful, nervous — like she didn’t know if she was allowed to hope. I nodded, but I couldn’t speak.They walked past me quietly. The door opened. Closed.And just like that, it was silent.The kind of silence that presses against your ears. The machines kept beeping — slow, steady, mechanical. Proof he was still here. Proof he might not be for long.I stood there, frozen.I didn’t know how to move. I didn’t know how to be a daughter in this moment. I
SABRINA’S POV The woman—his wife—spoke first, voice quiet but firm.“Stop that, James.”The boy—James—didn’t even look at her.He kept his eyes on me, cold and narrow.“Stop what?” he snapped. “She’s been acting like she’s something precious, refusing to come see Dad until she heard he’s dying. I won’t be surprised she's after dad's will.”The accusation landed like a slap across the face.My breath caught.Gina’s head whipped toward him.“Stop that, James!” she hissed, anger cracking her voice for the first time.He shot her a look—pure ice—then shoved past my shoulder hard enough that I stumbled half a step.The door slammed behind him so violently the whole room rattled.Silence crashed down.Thick. Suffocating.I stood frozen in the doorway, arms wrapped around myself like that could shield me from the hostility still hanging in the air.I rubbed my shoulder where he’d bumped me, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“I'm sorry…” I whispered.The woman—his mother—sighed, long and t






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