LOGINCOLEENThe day began too quiet. Considering the drama Jessica stirred up yesterday morning, I was kinda happy to have a reprieve but something felt off.Hayden had gone out to the back garden with Jared to help their father with something car-related, leaving me alone in the sitting room with a cup of tea I’d barely touched.I could feel eyes on me long before anyone said a word.Mrs. Michaels entered first, looking poised, perfectly put-together, that same polished grace that made her seem untouchable. Behind her, Mr. Michaels followed, adjusting his cufflinks like he’d walked straight out of a board meeting.“Coleen,” she said, voice too polite, too sharp. “Would you join us for a moment? There’s something we’d like to discuss with you.”My stomach tightened. Still, I nodded and set the teacup down, following them into what looked like a private study. The walls were lined with books that looked untouched, and the faint smell of old leather filled the air.Mrs. Michaels gestured tow
COLEENThe day began too quiet. Considering the drama Jessica stirred up yesterday morning, I was kinda happy to have a reprieve but something felt off.Hayden had gone out to the back garden with Jared to help their father with something car-related, leaving me alone in the sitting room with a cup of tea I’d barely touched.I could feel eyes on me long before anyone said a word.Mrs. Michaels entered first, looking poised, perfectly put-together, that same polished grace that made her seem untouchable. Behind her, Mr. Michaels followed, adjusting his cufflinks like he’d walked straight out of a board meeting.“Coleen,” she said, voice too polite, too sharp. “Would you join us for a moment? There’s something we’d like to discuss with you.”My stomach tightened. Still, I nodded and set the teacup down, following them into what looked like a private study. The walls were lined with books that looked untouched, and the faint smell of old leather filled the air.Mrs. Michaels gestured tow
HAYDENJessica found me in the west hall.The long, empty corridor echoed with the faint click of her heels and the soft hum of the old grandfather clock at the far end. I’d been heading toward the study to find a bit of quiet, Coleen had gone upstairs for a nap, and I desperately needed a few minutes to breathe after the disaster of breakfast.“Hayden,” she said, sliding into the hallway with that same too-confident sway she used to have in high school.I froze mid-step. “What do you want, Jessica?”Her painted smile only widened. “What, no hello? No ‘nice to see you again’?”“I didn’t exactly put you on the guest list,” I said flatly. “Why are you even here?”She tucked a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear. “Jared invited me, obviously. He’s sweet like that.”“Sweet,” I echoed, rolling my eyes. “Sure.”She took a few steps closer, and I caught the faint scent of her perfume. It was sharp, expensive, the same one she used to wear senior year. For a moment, it was like I was
COLEENThe morning light poured through the tall, arched windows of the Michaels mansion, painting streaks of pale gold across the floorboards. I woke up slower than usual, cocooned in the softness of Hayden’s comforter.For a few seconds, I almost forgot where I was until I caught the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow beside me and the distant hum of staff moving downstairs.Hayden was already up. The faint sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, followed by the squeak of the door. He came out toweling his hair, wearing a navy sweatshirt and joggers that did nothing to make him look less unfairly gorgeous.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with that easy grin that still made my heart trip over itself. “How’d you sleep?”“Like a log,” I said, stretching. “Though your bed might be too comfortable. I might never leave.”He laughed. “Please do. My mom would implode.”I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. “Don’t remind me.”He chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft
COLEENBy the time dinner rolled around, I had managed to convince myself that it couldn’t possibly get worse than the afternoon.Turns out, I was wrong.The dining room was straight out of a lifestyle magazine, gleaming silverware, crystal glasses that sparkled under chandelier light, and a table so long it felt like a bridge. Hayden sat beside me, close enough that our knees brushed beneath the table, but even that small comfort wasn’t enough to loosen the knot in my stomach.Mrs. Michaels sat at the head of the table, perfectly poised, every movement graceful and deliberate. Across from her was Mr. Michaels, reading something on his tablet before setting it aside as the housekeeper entered with a tray of food. Jared sat opposite me, swirling the wine in his glass like he was starring in some luxury ad campaign.“So, Coleen,” Mrs. Michaels began, lifting her wine glass, “I hear you’re working part-time at the athletic complex on campus. That must be… exhausting.”“It keeps me busy,”
COLEENThe moment I stepped into the Michaels mansion, I forgot how to breathe.I tried to remind myself that this wasn’t some royal palace. It was just Hayden’s house. His childhood home. The place he grew up in. But the longer I stood there, clutching his hand, the less it felt like a home at all.It felt like a museum. A place where everything looked perfect but no one actually lived.“Wow,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.Hayden gave my hand a squeeze. “You okay?”I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… trying not to touch anything. I might accidentally break a vase and owe your parents a fortune.”That earned me a quiet laugh, but I could feel the tension in him too. He wasn’t relaxed, not even close. His eyes flicked toward the hallway, toward the sitting room where I could hear faint voices.And then his brother appeared.He looked like Hayden, if Hayden had been raised on charm and self-importance instead of hard work. His smile was dazzling, all teeth and bright







