Mag-log inIsabella stood in front of Harry, nervously playing with the fabric of her black dress. His words kept repeating in her mind.
Stay away from Daniel.She didn’t understand him. Just minutes ago, he’d been kissing her like she was someone special, but now he was acting as though he had every right to decide who she could speak to.Isabella: “But I don’t understand, Harry.”Harry slipped his hands into his pockets, watching her with that familiar cold expressiTHE SECRETHarry Lockwood had faced powerful businessmen, ruthless competitors, and men who could destroy entire companies with a single phone call.He had never been afraid of any of them.But tonight, standing inside his enormous bedroom with a diamond engagement ring hidden in his pocket, Harry Lockwood was nervous.And he absolutely fucking hated it.James: “You’re pacing again.”Harry stopped walking.Harry: “Shut up.”Jack sat on the sofa, struggling not to laugh.Jack: “I’ve never seen you like this.”Harry adjusted the cuffs of his black tuxedo.Harry: “Like what?”Jack: “Terrified.”Harry slowly turned.Harry: “Would you like to leave my house?”James burst out laughing.James: “He’s actually going to kill us before he proposes.”Harry gave them both a murderous look.Harry: “Where’s Emily?”James: “Gettin
Harry Lockwood was standing in his father’s study when the sound of an approaching car echoed through the estate. His expression was colder than usual. Behind him, James leaned against the enormous mahogany desk while Jack stood beside the fireplace. James: “You look like you’re preparing for a funeral.” Harry adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt. Harry: “Shut up.” Jack: “Your father’s only coming home, mate.” Harry slowly turned. Harry: “Exactly.” James exchanged a look with Jack. Everyone in Lockwood City feared Harry Lockwood. But the man who had taught Harry how to become feared was his father, Edward Lockwood. Edward was a billionaire businessman whose reputation extended far beyond the city. He controlled companies, hotels, investments, and political connections. He was also the only
THE MORNING AFTER Harry Lockwood had never been the kind of man who explained himself. He gave orders. People followed them. And when they didn’t, he made sure they regretted it. But Isabella Hayes was becoming a problem. Not because she disobeyed him. Not because she challenged him. But because every time she smiled at him, something inside his cold, carefully controlled world changed. Harry stood beside the enormous bedroom windows, wearing black trousers and an expensive white shirt. His phone was pressed against his ear. Harry: “I want everything arranged.” A man’s voice answered from the other end. Butler: “Of course, Mr. Lockwood. Shall I inform the university administration?” Harry: “Yes.”
Harry Lockwood was not a patient man. He hated waiting, hated being questioned, and absolutely despised anyone touching what he considered his. And Isabella Hayes had become the one person capable of making him lose his carefully maintained control. She was sitting beside him in the university cafeteria, quietly eating her lunch while Emily talked about an upcoming business presentation. Harry had barely touched his food. His attention remained fixed on Isabella. Every time she reached for her drink, his eyes followed her. Whenever she smiled at something Emily said, his expression softened almost imperceptibly. James noticed. James: “Harry, you’re staring.” Harry didn’t look away. Harry: “Mind your business.” Jack: “You’ve been watching her eat for twenty minutes.” Harry: “And?” James laugh
LOCKWOOD ESTATE — THE POOL PARTYHarry Lockwood had never cared about university gossip.People talked about him constantly. They discussed his money, his family, his cars, the women who approached him, and the rumors surrounding the Lockwood empire. Most of those conversations ended the moment he entered a room.But tonight was different.Tonight, someone had made Isabella Hayes the center of attention.And Harry was furious.He stood beside the swimming pool, his black shirt still slightly damp beneath his jacket, holding Emily’s phone in one hand.On the screen was a photograph of him kissing Isabella.Underneath it, Jessica Johnson had written:Guess who Harry Lockwood is secretly dating? Our very own Piggy.The message had already received hundreds of reactions.Some students expressed disbelief. Others made jokes about Isabella’s appearance. Several girls questioned whether Harry
LOCKWOOD ESTATE — THE POOL PARTYJessica Johnson had never been rejected by a man in her life.Especially not Harry Lockwood.For months, she had been the girl sitting on his lap, wearing his attention like an expensive piece of jewelry. Everyone at Lockwood University assumed they belonged together, and Jessica had never bothered correcting them.Why would she?Harry was handsome, impossibly wealthy, and feared by practically everyone in Lockwood City.And Jessica wanted him.But now, standing beside the outdoor bar with a champagne glass in her hand, she was watching something that made her blood boil.Harry Lockwood was kissing Isabella Hayes.Not accidentally.Not as part of some stupid party game.He was holding Isabella against his chest, one hand resting on her waist while he brushed his lips against her forehead.And Isabella was smiling.Jessica’s fingers tig







