LOGINRaeleigh Campbell has it all. She fought to be where she is, she has been through hell and back chasing her dream, now she's on top yet she feels like an empty shell of her former self. Hiding how she really feels to protect her family and fans. She tries to overcome the new challenges while pretending to be happy and while trying to keep her relationship with Carson.
View MoreRaeleigh CampbellPOVThe restaurant was dimly lit dark wood, soft golden lighting, and soft jazz music played in the background. It was private and intimate. It was the kind of place where people whispered instead of talked.Aiden Wilder had rented out the entire upstairs for us. We needed private. I could already imagine what would happen if the media found out about us meeting.I stood just inside the doorway, fingers tight around the strap of my bag. My guards were outside, along with his security. It was just us in here.For sixteen years, I imagined what it would feel like to see him. I couldn’t believe that none of the versions in my head were even came close to this.Aiden stood when he saw me. He didn’t make a move to come closer, he just stood there, staring at me.It was the same eyes. The same beautiful eyes that stared at me while I sang on the runway after bumping into his car.The last time I saw those eyes in person, I thought he’d stolen my candy, I was really upset t
Aiden WildePOVThe entire stadium was screaming, roaring, some in anger some in happiness and excitement. It reminded me of thunder.Red, white, and gold confetti rained on us. My teammates slammed into me, helmets bumping. I could hear their laughing, shouting and Malik our running back crying. Someone run over to coach and poured Gatorade down his back. Cameras swarmed us waiting for a story. Microphoned shoved into our faces. But the guys didn’t care. They were over the moon from the win.Honestly I didn’t feel any of it. I stood still, breathing in disbelief from our win.We did it. We won.We did what we set out to do. We trained for this moment.We actually won the Super Bowl.My shoulder ached, my hands shook, my lungs burned from running, tackling, pushing every cell in my body to their limits and we did it. It paid off. I couldn’t feel the exhaustion yet, just the rush from the win.A side line reporter grabbed my arm, screaming questions at me.“Wilder! Wilder! Talk to me.
Raeleigh CampbellPOVThe stadium lights were blinding. Even more blinding than the stage was... The countdown to my entrance echoed in my ear, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. It was half time and all I could see and think about was the look in his eyes.There was cameras all around me. And I didn’t care, all I wanted was to see and speak to Craig.No Aiden Wilder.Craig was Aiden Wilder. His family owned almost all of America and I was worried the lights would be too bright for him, he’s had the lights on him all of his childhood.For almost seventeen years of conversations, secrets we’ve never shared with anyone but each other, sixteen years all crashing into one impossible truth. We’ve met in person. I told Craig about how I nearly murdered him multiple times.Craig is Aiden.The guy I used to hate because I thought he stole the candy I loved, the one who’s car I crashed into. It’s all coming back to me.My heart still hasn’t recovered from the moment we shared in the tunnel.
Aiden WilderPOVThe Super Bowl wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Meeting T tomorrow felt more exciting than the actual game.This was one of the most important games of my career and all I could think about was T. Something about today felt, I don’t know how to describe it. My uncle’s buying the team, this summer. I’m meant to prove myself, show that my family didn’t buy my place on the team.Today was supposed to be all noise, hype from the entire team and I’m supposed to stay focused on the game.I’m supposed to want to win because I want to impress T. I knew she was here today. She told me she was attending the game. Knowing she was out there watching me, fuelled me into getting us to the Super Bowl.I usually thrived in chaos of the stadium. The chaos, cheers and the energy from the crowd is what fuelled me. But today, every sound echoed differently in me. Everything felt wrong, like I woke up in an alternate dimension. Like this wasn’t my world. All those comic books were going






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