MasukAuthor POV London, 14 years ago. Victoria Beach. 4:37 PM. The charity event was chaotic. White tents, loud music, people in suits sweating under the sun. “Brooks Foundation Annual Children’s Gala” banners flapped in the hot wind. Cameras flashed every few seconds. Thirteen-year-old Ryder Brooks hated every second of it. He wasn’t supposed to be near the water. His bodyguards had said it three times. “Stay where we can see you, young master.” But the tide was low and the waves looked harmless. And he was bored of rich men talking about donations. So he slipped away. He ran past the tents, past waiters carrying trays of juice, past his mother calling his name. He didn’t stop until his bare feet hit wet sand. The backside of the beach. Quieter. No one here. Just rocks, seaweed, and the sound of waves hitting stone. The water was cold when he waded in up to his knees. Then his waist. Then his chest. He thought he could touch the bottom. He was wrong. One step. The sand gave way
Kayla POVThe next day.Denying yourself also means looking away from the person who makes your heart flutter. I… I… I can’t be attached to this guy. Not really. No matter how hard my heart throbs for him every time he walks into the house.We’re in two completely different worlds. He’s in a world where no one gets to touch him or take him for granted. Where people bow. Where his name opens doors and closes throats. Ryder Brooks. CEO. Power. Fear.I’m in a world where my father is at the verge of fighting life and death, alone in a hospital bed without his daughters beside him. I’m in a world where my sister had her first real taste of sex and now acts nonchalant about it. I’m in a world where more people hate me to the core than love me.I can’t be with a man who grins like the devil in front of me, then turns cold as ice in front of everyone else. A man who would burn everywhere for me, but won’t let anyone see him care.I suddenly felt stupid for pushing him away all this while.
Kayla Two weeks later.I was given a month off work. A full month to recuperate and get myself back. Back to breathing without pain. Back to walking without limping. Back to being Kayla, not “the girl who survived.”Riley had been sorting things out for me all this while. Bills, calls, press releases, the rumors. She handled everything so I didn’t have to.I heard the news too. The secret. Everything I didn’t get to know before.Flora. Or whatever name she’d been using that week. She was my ex-husband’s sister. Jaden never told me he had a sister. Not once in two years of marriage. All those years I thought he was an only son. I’d only seen his parents twice. The first time was at our wedding ceremony, where his mother cried more than I did. The second time was at a charity event they invited us to,where I was first introduced to Ryder. Even then, his parents never associated themselves with me. I tried. God knows I tried to be upright. Perfect. The daughter-in-law they could brag a
Author POVLiana stared at the scattered money on the floor of the unfinished apartment. The bills looked pathetic now. Worthless. Seven million naira and Flora had stepped over it like it was dust.Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She kicked the concrete block again, then again, until her designer heel snapped off. Pain shot up her ankle but she didn’t care. She didn’t feel it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The word tore out of her throat, raw and desperate.Flora knew. Flora knew about Jaden. Flora knew about the pills. Flora knew Liana was the one who told her brother where Kayla would be that night. Flora knew Liana wanted her sister dead.And now Flora was walking away. Free. With all the information Ryder Brooks would pay in blood to have.Liana’s hands shook as she dug into her designer bag. Her fingers fumbled past lipstick, keys, and a compact mirror. She found her phone. The screen was cracked from when she’d thrown it against the wall earlier.
Author POVThe door to an unfinished apartment burst open with a crack that echoed down the bare hallway.Flora was shoved inside. Hard."Ouch!" Flora screamed in agony when her hair caught on a piece of exposed iron rod jutting from the doorframe. The metal tangled in her strands and ripped a few out by the root. Tears sprang to her eyes."Why the fuck did you drag me here with all my things, Liana!" Flora shouted, yanking her hair free. She untangled it with shaking fingers, strands coming loose around her face. Liana closed the door behind them. The sound was heavy. Final. She leaned against it and crossed her arms."Now listen, and listen very carefully, Flora….or whatever name you're using this week. I don't want you spilling my name in whatever you and your brother did to Kayla. Because you both didn't do it properly."Flora flinched. She turned slowly, eyes narrowing. "Am I dreaming, or is this really an eighteen-year-old girl talking to me with zero respect?"Liana let out a
Ryder POV The next morning. I shifted on the hard hospital chair as I finally drifted awake. My neck cracked. My back ached. My hands were still crossed with Kayla’s on top of the thin blanket. I hadn’t let go all night. I sat upright, wincing at the stiffness in my spine, and looked at her. She still winced in her sleep and turned slightly each time the nurses adjusted her IV or checked her vitals. Every small movement sent pain across her face. My heart ached all over again when I saw her. Her face was swollen. Bruised. Black and purple bloomed under her eyes and along her jaw. It wasn’t Kayla. Not the Kayla I knew. This woman looked fragile, broken, like glass that had been dropped and glued back together. It was all my fault. It was all my fault she had to go through this. All my fault she had to endure pain and agony. All my fault she flinched in her slumber, breathing fast, because she was trapped in a terrible nightmare I couldn’t pull her out of. All of this because I
Author POV Kayla’s phone buzzed again in her pocket. Then Ryder’s. At the same time it was loud and insistent. Neither of them moved. Ryder’s eyes stayed on hers. Dark and yearning. He just stayed there gazing at her, waiting for her to make the right move he wanted and wished for. Kayl
Author POV Monday came fast like the flash of a lightening. Ryder texted Kayla at 6AM: I’m outside. You ready?... Kayla stared at her phone from her bed. She wasn’t ready. Not for this. Not for hospitals and cold gel
Author POV Silence. Just the waves. Just the wind. Kayla stared at Jaden’s body crumpled in the sand. Then at Ryder. His knuckles were split open. Blood dripped onto the blue blanket. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a mile. “Ryder…” Her voice was small. He blinked. Like he was comi
Author POV FIVE DAYS LATER Ryder didn’t knock. Saturday morning, 9:14AM, he used the spare key Kayla swore she never gave him and let himself into her studio apartment like he paid rent there.Kayla was on the couch, hoodie swallowed over her frame, pack of noodles steaming on the coffee table.







