LOGINTo everyone who made it to the end, Thank you for staying with Alex. I know he wasn’t always the easiest character to understand. He could be stubborn, sarcastic, and downright frustrating sometimes. He had a habit of pushing people away, even when he needed them. He made mistakes, made the wrong choices, and got hurt more times than he probably deserved. But somehow, he kept going. That’s probably what I love most about him. Alex didn’t have everything figured out. He wasn’t suddenly okay after one big moment, and healing didn’t come easily to him. He just kept trying, even on the days when trying was the hardest thing he could do. Writing his journey reminded me that sometimes surviving isn’t the end of the story. You still have to learn how to live afterward. You have to learn how to trust again, how to let people care about you, and how to believe that maybe your life can still turn into something good. I hope you saw a little bit of Alex in yourself. Maybe not in his m
Alex's POV The rink was empty when I arrived that morning, and the ice was smooth and white and untouched by any skates or sticks or the chaos of a game, and the lights were off except for the ones near the entrance, and the air was cold and still and quiet in a way that felt like stepping into a memory that I had been carrying for years and years. I stood at the boards and looked out at the ice, and I thought about everything that had happened here, because this was where it all started, this was where Damien had slammed me into the boards on that first day and whispered those filthy things in my ear, and this was where I had felt so alone and so scared and so determined to survive, and this was where I had first learned to fight for myself even when I did not know who I was fighting for or why I was fighting at all. I pulled on my skates and the laces felt familiar under my fingers because I had done this a thousand times before, but this time felt different because this time I
Nancy’s POVThe estate felt too quiet. The adults had left for the foundation gala hours ago. Alex, Damien, Jax, Lila, and Lily were all gone. The younger kids were already asleep upstairs. That left the big house empty except for me.I sat in the living room with an old photo album open on my lap. The pictures showed my mom when she was younger. Some showed Alex as a boy. Some showed the house before everything got complicated. I turned the pages slowly because looking at the past always made my chest feel heavy. Secrets. Lies. People who left. People who stayed but changed. It was a lot to carry alone.I was still looking at one photo of my mom smiling when I heard a soft knock at the front door. The sound was quiet, almost careful. I closed the album and stood up. My heart beat a little faster even though I told myself it was probably nothing.When I opened the door Sara stood there. She wore a simple dress and her hair was a little messy from the wind. She looked at me with those
Lila’s POVI gave her more. I sucked harder. I used my tongue. I switched sides while she kept moaning. Her hips rocked against me as the soft sounds filled the small room. Every noise she made pulled something warm from deep inside my chest. I wanted to hear more of them.I let my hand slide down her stomach. Her skin felt warm and smooth under my palm. I moved slowly because I wanted to feel every part of her. When my fingers finally found the heat between her legs, she was already wet. So wet. She gasped the moment I touched her soft folds. Her body jumped a little, yet she did not pull away.“Lily,” I whispered, “I need to feel you.”“Then feel me.”Her voice came out low and full of need. I slid my fingers inside her. She cried out while her body arched against me. I felt how tight she was, how warm, how ready. For a moment I stayed still just so I could feel her around my fingers. This felt more intimate than any kiss I had ever shared. It felt more real than any plan or scheme
Lila’s POVThe gala was over. The Rivera Foundation had officially launched. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone except me.I stood in the corner of the ballroom as I watched the crowd. Alex was surrounded by reporters and asked him many questions. He smiled and answered them all. Damien was talking to some lawyers. They looked serious. Jax was laughing with Nancy. They seemed happy together. Everyone looked happy. Everyone looked like they belonged here.I did not belong.I had spent years trying to control everyone around me. I had blackmailed Alex, I had threatened Damien. I had used people like they were tools and I had lied. I had hurt people. And now I was trying to be better. But it was hard. Every day was hard. I woke up and told myself to be good. I went to bed and still felt like the old me. The old me was always there. She whispered in my ear. She told me I was not good enough. She told me I would fail.I looked at the people around me. They all had friends. They all had fa
Damien's POVI sat in the visitor's room at the federal detention center. Victor sat across from me. He was in an orange jumpsuit now. His hands were cuffed to the table. His hair was grayer than I remembered. His eyes still had that cold fire, but it was dying."Damien," he said. "I was wondering when you would come.""I needed to see you. One last time."He laughed. It was the same cold laugh I had heard my whole life. "One last time? You think this is goodbye?""Yes.""You're here to gloat. To tell me how you won.""No. I'm here to say goodbye."Victor leaned forward. His voice dropped. "You're pathetic. You always were. Running after that Rivera boy. Letting him control you. You were never strong enough to stand on your own."I did not react. I just looked at him."I spent my whole life trying to earn your approval," I said. "I broke people for you. I lied for you. I hurt Alex for you. I did everything you asked. And it was never enough."Victor's face remained stone. But somethi
~ Alex~Lila. Had to be her.I was still staring when the lights flickered once, twice. I spun around. Damien stood in the doorway, holding a couple pieces of my shredded jersey like they were nothing.“Looks like someone’s jealous,” he said, voice calm but his eyes were anything but. “But don’t wo
~Alex~ The locker room was loud with pre-game energy — guys shouting and hyping each other up. I sat on the bench in the corner, trying to calm my nerves by scrolling mindlessly through my phone. Bad idea. The video loaded automatically: two guys, shirtless, making out hard against a wall, hands r
AlexMy phone started vibrating at exactly 7:14 a.m. I slapped it quiet, rolled over, buried my face in the pillow. Two minutes later it went again. Then again. By the seventh buzz I was sitting up, cursing every rich-kid gene in his body, hair plastered to my forehead, sheets knotted around my ank
~Damien~I slammed Alex’s door so hard the shitty dorm frame rattled, but I didn’t walk away. Not even close. I stood there in the hallway like some creep, listening to him slide down the wall on the other side, that little thump-thump of his back hitting plaster, then nothing but his breathing fas
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