She takes out something. It’s a gun.“Vivienne—” I whisper, breath catching.She smiles, cruel and calm and Harry steps forward, snatching the gun from her hand.“You think this will make me help you?” Chase spits. “I’d rather die.”Harry stares at him for a hot second, walks up to him, and presses
CHASEMy words hang in the air like smoke — thick, suffocating, and for a moment, no one breathes.My heart slams against my ribs as I dart my gaze toward Chase. He’s still on the floor — bruised, bleeding, panting — his head hanging low as blood drips onto the marble.Then I turn to Vivienne and Ha
VICTORIAWhen I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is darkness cutting through the glass walls of the penthouse. For a second, I can’t tell where I am.My head is pounding so loud I can hear it echoing in my skull, before it all comes rushing back like a tidal wave. Someone knocked me out, right
When we finish eating, she leans back, her arms crossed. “So… are we just not going to talk about Harry?”“Not tonight,” I say, shaking my head with a smile. “Tonight, we talk about us. I want to know you. Really know you.”She arches a brow, unimpressed. “You already know me, Chase. You’ve literall
CHASEThe dinner is going perfectly.I sit back, my tie loose, my jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and I feel like the world has slowed down for the first time in a long time.Across from me, under the low amber glow of the restaurant’s lights, Victoria looks like something pulled out of a d
VICTORIAChase was right. Sometimes, you just have to let the storm breathe before it destroys itself.I am sitting cross-legged on the couch, as I watch it happen — the world tearing Harry and Vivienne apart piece by piece.Their faces are everywhere — on every screen, every article, every live bro