Jace’s POVI was on my way to see my father. He had specifically requested my presence at the Grand Hotel, where a formal function was being hosted. Scott was with me, as always, and though on the surface this was just another public appearance, I knew it was the perfect time to finally tell my father about Wendy and her increasingly reckless behaviour. She was getting out of hand.Scott shifted beside me in the car, eyeing me carefully. “You need to calm down, Jace. You’re boiling under that suit, and honestly, you don’t look good.”“How can I calm down, Scott?” I snapped. “Did you not see the garbage she posted? I thought you told her not to.”“I tried,” he said with a sigh. “But she wanted information about Sabrina. That was the bait.”“That bitch!” My jaw clenched. “And Sabrina? Have you scheduled our study session for the assignment?”“I’ve tried calling her. She keeps declining. She hasn’t responded to a single message I sent.”“Damn.” I leaned back, exhaling through my nose. “
Sabrina’s POV“Can you not see what that monster has done to you?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but it was dripping with concern. I wanted to shake her until she saw the truth, but Skye just sat there, eyes glassy, almost hypnotised. Dante had her wrapped so tightly around his finger, she couldn’t see the bruises for what they were.“He loves me,” she whispered, clutching her hoodie sleeve as though it could protect her. “That’s why he… he hits me. To correct me.”Her words stabbed me in the chest. She sounded so tender, so naïve, and so heartbreakingly blind.“Skye, listen to yourself. According to this scan, ” I waved the paper she had nervously handed me. “You’re three months gone. Three months! If you keep living with him, one day he’ll beat the baby right out of you.”From the corner of my eye, Bree shifted uncomfortably. She was always careful with her words around Skye; we both knew one wrong tone could send her storming out.“But he loves me!” Skye’s voice cracke
Jace’s POVThe sound of a cheerful voice broke through my sleep like nails on glass.“Hi guys, welcome to my vlog! Today, I’ll be showing you everything I do in a day in New York City. As you all know, I accompanied my father here for a business meeting, and my stay has been pure bliss. I’m currently in my boyfriend’s house, my soon-to-be husband, I mean. We’re betrothed, and our love has grown stronger since I moved to New York. Let me show you how I wake him up in the morning.”The words filtered through my foggy brain before I even realized what was happening. I shifted under the duvet, half-asleep, the city hum faint through the curtains. Then warmth pressed against my lips an unwanted kiss.“Wakeee! Wakeee! Good morning, baby.”I cracked one eye open and saw Wendy leaning over me, camera in hand, recording every damn second.“What the hell are you doing? Go away…” My voice was rough and hoarse from sleep, and I rolled over to face the wall.She giggled like this was some kind of
Sabrina’s POV“What do you mean you couldn’t do it?” Bree asked as she passed me a glass of warm milk. My chest was still burning from the whisky, the heat curling unpleasantly in my throat. Alcohol had never been my friend.“Thank you,” I muttered, wrapping both hands around the glass before taking a cautious sip.Bree arched a brow at me. “So? Spill. You said you stopped halfway? Girl, why?”I let out a shaky breath. “Bree, it was… amazing. We were already on it, and then I stopped because I got scared. He was everything I wanted and more, but I didn’t want to lose my virginity like that… tipsy and out of control. I want it to be perfect. I want to be sober, clear-headed, and sure.”She leaned back dramatically, waving her hand like she was holding an invisible measuring tape. “From the way you told it, you guys were this close to having sex.”“I know,” I said softly, nursing another sip of milk.Bree tilted her head. “Aren’t you going to work today? You’ve been lying low. You haven
Sabrina’s POVAfter LAW220, we dived straight into Econ 102 and then the rest of my classes before I was finally done for the day. But my day would never be complete without my iced latte. I dashed straight to the café and ordered my drink. Actually, I ordered two. A backup was necessary in case the café ran out when I needed another refill.Just as I was waiting for my order, Jace appeared to place his. Apparently, his assistant wasn’t in sight.“Can I get an iced latte, please?” he asked casually, eyes glued to his phone.“Sorry, sir. We’re out. That was the last order,” the barista said as he handed me my two cups. I grabbed them with both hands, muttering a soft “thank you.”“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jace snapped, his head shooting up. “She just ordered two cups, and now you’re out?” His face twisted in annoyance, and the disgust there was so obvious it sent a wave of satisfaction rushing through me.“I’m sorry, sir,” the barista said politely. “If you had come just a few min
Sabrina’s POVI saw the rage in Jace’s eyes, burning hot and impossible to hide, even with Alice clinging to his arm. Well, I wasn’t the only one obsessed after all. He was falling head over heels for the real me, and right now I didn’t even need to pretend much as Spicy.Scott managed to calm things down before Jace and Simon could actually throw punches. Still, when Jace finally broke free, his sharp glare cut right through me before he stormed off. He held Alice close, his grip almost possessive, but even she knew the truth. Her smile was bittersweet. She was thrilled to be paraded around but equally aware that Jace wasn’t showing her off for her sake. He was trying to get back at me, and she knew it.Simon watched them leave, his backpack slung tight against his shoulder, and when the hallway cleared, I turned to him.“You didn’t have to do that,” I snapped, my eyes scanning his face, then drifting over his broad frame before I could stop myself. Damn, the guy was fine. But that w