เข้าสู่ระบบMaverick's POVI was thirteen when Grandma took me to the Sorra house and I met Stella. She looked like an angel—bright eyes, soft smile—and my heart just... tripped.I grew up watching my parents wreck each other. Nobody taught me how to love right.When it came to people I liked, I always resorted to extreme methods, trying to keep their eyes fixed on me.Then I saw Connor standing next to her, and something ugly in me woke up.I told myself the kidnapping was fake. That she staged it just to get to me. She'd called Connor before it happened, so I let that lie stick. It was easier.Out of spite, I chose Quincey. Right in front of Stella. I remember the look on her face—how it broke—and I hated myself less when I saw her hurting.That choice sent her straight to hell. She never came back.My hands are filthy. Sin, blood—stuff that doesn't wash off. Every day without Stella is agonizing.I know she should still be here. She's just hiding from me. That's why she won't show up.
At five a.m., the noise yanked me out of whatever afterlife version of sleep I was in.Maverick was tearing the place apart—storming around like a madman.He ransacked the bathroom, then crumpled under the sink, clutching my clothes like they'd bring me back."I deserve to die. I really do. Honey... why won't you come to me in my dreams? Don't leave me. Please."His phone rang.He wiped his face, answered with shaking hands. Whatever he heard? It shut him down fast. Lips pressed tight. Eyes lit up with something dark.He hung up, shot to his feet, and took off downstairs."Maverick, something terrible's happened! Quincey's been kidnapped!" Lucinda was antsy, pacing back and forth." The kidnappers just called. They said to come alone to a factory on the outskirts. What are we going to do?"Maverick let out this dead-cold laugh and walked out without a word. Left Lucinda yelling after him like background noise.I drifted behind him, weightless and silent, straight to the factory
Quincey rolled into Maverick's club freshman year all sunshine and charm, instantly vibing with everyone.Some of the girls already had it out for me, and once Quincey showed up, they turned it into a sport—loudly gushing about how perfect she and Maverick were, right in front of me.Like, come on. It wasn't a secret I liked him. He soaked up my attention like a sponge, then went and made a big show of dating her.After that? Open season. People tried every trick to mock me, tripping me up openly and secretly.Connor finally snapped and dragged me to confront Maverick.And there he was, arms wrapped around Quincey, looking straight through me like I was nothing. "Keep this up and don't bother coming home."He knew my parents' accident money was still stuck in court. I was broke, totally dependent on his family—and he used that to shut me up.I caught the smug little smirk Quincey tried to hide. And Maverick? That cold, calculated cruelty? Yeah, it wrecked me.Still, I couldn't
Maverick was sobbing like his world just collapsed. Kinda rich, honestly.What was this? Some last-minute act? He was the one who called me a liar.Now he's putting on a show—like anyone's buying it.I felt nothing. Just wanted to be done and gone.Connor slammed him against the wall. "She died like that because of you. You could've saved her."If the cops hadn't stepped in, Maverick wouldn't have made it out in one piece."The victim endured extreme torture before death. It was brutal," the cop said. "Think hard. Did she—or you—have enemies? This wasn't random. Someone took their hatred out on her."Maverick froze. Like someone yanked the plug on his soul. His face drained. "She was... tortured?""Yes. It was horrific. What's under the sheet is... incomplete. Almost all of her internal organs are missing."His hands shook as he lifted the cloth. The moment he touched my legs—both feet severed—he crumpled."I'm sorry, honey," he choked. "Please wake up. Don't leave me. I can'
A ringtone sliced through the silence.Maverick answered.Connor's voice came in hot—"Where's Stelly? Her phone's been off for three days!"Hearing him nearly broke me. At least someone still gave a damn whether I was alive. I started crying and couldn't stop."Stelly?" Maverick scoffed, face twisted. "Cute. Real close, huh? Where she went isn't your problem. Or what—did she drag you in again to play the loyal sidekick in another one of her little acts?"Stella's my wife. I don't care how you two chat behind my back, but she needs to quit wrecking my family's name. Or I won't go easy on her."I floated in circles, shaking with fury. This guy—this clown—who spent every second wrapped around Quincey like she was gold, had the nerve to accuse me of cheating? Unbelievable.Connor snapped, "What the hell are you talking about? Stelly and I would never pull the kind of crap you're accusing us of."I saw something about a kidnapping in your area. Is it true, like people online are say
I swallowed the sting in my chest and drifted after Maverick and Quincey to her troupe's studio.The second Quincey—the star ballerina—walked in, every dancer stopped and greeted her."Quincey, is that your boyfriend? He's so hot.""Duh. Why else would he be carrying her around?"Quincey flashed that smug little smile, pretending to scold them. Told them to get back to practice like she wasn't eating up every word.They just laughed, totally buying the 'shy and humble' act. Please.Maverick stared at the stage, stone-faced. No denial. No reaction. Just enough silence to look like agreement.I followed his gaze—and bam, flashback.Back in school, he'd shown interest in Quincey, the dance academy girl. Even asked why I never tried ballet.That was the first time my crush on him felt... threatened.One dumb comment. That's all it took for me to sign up for ballet.I was way too old to be starting ballet, and my teacher didn't sugarcoat it. Said it'd be brutal. She wasn't wrong.







