Two days to our summer break.
Almost sundown. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I paced my dorm room, exhausted — not just physically but mentally. Two beds. Two worlds. My side was a Barbie explosion: pink pillows, pink-and-white blankets, a giant teddy bear, and a dresser crammed with clothes and romance novels instead of textbooks. Crystal’s side? Pure goth queen. Black, grey, and red. Posters of guitars, rockstars, and chaos. But back to the problem at hand. The reason I was mumbling as I clutched my phone like it was my lifeline. Bruno. My boyfriend hadn’t called or texted since last night — the night he said he was out with his C.O.D. buddies. Now he was nowhere to be found. Not at his apartment off campus. Not at his friends’ place. And his phone? Switched off. I let out a heavy exhale and dropped onto my bed so hard the pillows bounced. “God, please, let nothing happen to my sweet boy.” I stared up at the ceiling, hands clasped. “I promise I’ll stop masturbating and stealing Susie’s notes. Just keep Bruno safe for me.” The door clicked open. I shot up, heart racing — half hope, half dread. Crystal. My roommate. Two paper bags in hand. She looked like an angry white rat dipped in oil slick… no offense. My heart sank. Deep down I knew it’d be her — but some desperate part of me still hoped it was Bruno, coming to apologize before curfew. “Hi, Cee,” I said flatly, flopping back onto my bed. “Hi.” She smiled and went to her corner. I watched her change, crawl under her covers, pull out her phone. Watched her play her game. Then her fingers froze. She turned to me with an arched brow. “Mind telling me why you’re staring at me like a stalker?” Her voice — bold, low, almost seductive. The kind that made me feel things I’d rather not admit. “Didn’t mean to.” I sighed and tossed my phone aside. “It’s just… Bruno. He hasn’t called. I don’t know where he is. And…” “Really?” Her brow lifted. “Because I saw him at The Glaciers on my way here.” “You sure?” “Yeah. He was with a girl.” My heart plummeted. “Oh.” It was all I managed. “Yep.” She went back to her game. My mind shut down. Crystal didn’t lie — not about things that mattered. After a moment, I asked, “Do you… know who? What she looked like?” She gave me a look. “Maria. Maria Lorenzo.” “Oh.” Relief washed over me. Maria. Bruno’s distant cousin. They’d always been close. Hung out together all the time. “You look happy,” Crystal’s dark eyes narrowed. “All of a sudden.” A smile broke across my face. “That’s his cousin.” “Cousin?” “Yeah. She moved here from Maltmore a few months ago. He didn’t know much about her until recently.” Pause. Then Crystal burst into laughter. I blinked. “Why are you laughing?” “Sweet mother of sorrow…” She wheezed, still grinning. “Oh my grievances.” “Crystal…” My glare was sharp, warning. “Nah, for real.” She smirked. “I thought you were the cousin.” “What?” “As far as I know… as most people know… you, Nova Wright, are Bruno’s distant cousin. And Maria Lorenzo is his girlfriend.” My jaw dropped. Heat surged in my throat. “You bloody bitch.” Venom laced my voice. I shot to my feet. “How dare you disrespect me and my boyfriend like that? How dare you lie about him? You…” “You better not say another word against me.” Her voice was ice. I froze, glaring, rage burning through me. “Lemme show you something.” She got up, tapped her phone, then shoved it at me. “There. Look.” With reluctance, I glanced down. And my heart shattered. An image. Bruno and Maria. In each other’s arms. Kissing. The chemistry between them burned from the screen. A chemistry I had mistaken for innocence — when it was only lust wrapped in a family lie. ____ It was already night. Maybe, around 8AM… I didn’t know. Not like I cared. My chest clenched. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think — but my body moved anyway. Before I knew it, I was outside Bruno’s apartment, pounding on the door like my life depended on it. It swung open. There he was. My Bruno. My sweet boy. “Bruno…” My voice cracked. “Tell me it isn’t true. Tell me..” His gaze softened. Worried. Or so it seemed. As he closed the door behind him. “Hey, what’s up?” I sniffled. “Tell me Maria isn’t your girlfriend. Tell me Crystal’s lying. Just…” His instantaneous expression said everything. No apology. No denial. Just blankness. “Nova,” he sighed. “Go home.” “Go home?” My blurred vision assessed him, bewildered. “You expect to just walk away after this. After everything?” “I can’t do this with…” “You’re doing this!” My voice went a notch too high for a moment. “And you’re doing this with me right now!” “Nova…” “So, Maria is the reason behind while you wanted me to keep our relationship private. So private that everyone thinks I’m just your distant cousin.” I took a deep breath. My heart bled further. And tears ran down my face. “Now, you’re just gonna toss me aside… after everything I have done and risked for you.” “Done for me?” Anger surged in me. “Don’t you dare deny it?! You’re the reason I am behind the school’s syllabus! The reason all my friends don’t even talk to me anymore! I pushed my actual best friend away because of you!” “I never asked you to! I never told you to miss your tests or cut off your weird friends! I never did!” His words drove a stake in my heart. It hurt but it was the truth… plain and harsh. I was left dumbfounded. “Good night.” He retreated back into his apartment. “Go enjoy the summer break.” The door shut. And with it, everything I thought I knew about us.Three days.That’s how long it had been since Adrian Castellane laid down his ironclad rules in the dark hush of his luxury car. Now, I was parked outside the Castellane Mansion, staring at the wrought-iron gates and the sprawling façade beyond them. A place I’d been invited to just thrice, and as Bruno's girlfriend. A place I wasn’t supposed to belong.My cousin’s beat-up sedan looked criminally out of place on the gravel drive as I killed the engine. I smoothed down the front of my blouse, adjusted my sunglasses, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t twisted into knots.This wasn’t just brunch. This was war.Because inside that mansion was Bruno — my ex, Adrian’s little brother, the boy who’d tossed me aside like I was nothing. He thought I’d cry, crumble, disappear. Instead, I was about to walk into his family’s house on the arm of the brother he never measured up to.If that didn’t rattle him, nothing would.The front doors opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there, immacu
The purr of the engine faded into silence as I killed the ignition. For a moment, I sat there in the stillness of the car, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as if I could squeeze the heat out of my veins.Nova sat beside me, looking smug, arms crossed over her chest like she’d just won a prize fight. Maybe she had.I shouldn’t have agreed. I shouldn’t have let her push me into this corner. But there she was, a living reminder of every rule I’d broken the second I let her words get under my skin.“Nice car,” she said, running her hand along the leather seat like she was caressing it. Her voice carried that same teasing lilt she’d used all night—mocking, daring. “Bet it makes women fall over themselves for you.”I forced myself to look straight ahead, jaw tight. “It’s just a car.”She laughed softly. “Says the man driving a Mercedes worth more than my cousin’s house.”I finally turned, meeting her eyes. Dark, mischievous, unafraid. That was the thing about Nova—fearless to t
I gulped down the glass of chilled liquid in one go. My dark eyes watered a little. The burning sensation that tinkled my throat and the slightly sweet aftertaste was strong. “Another shot.” I slammed the empty glass on the bar. Music rattled through the floorboards. Behind me, bodies swayed in a blur of heat and flashing lights, but here, tucked under the soft glow of neon, it felt almost private. Glasses clinked, laughter rose and fell, and the smell of citrus and alcohol clung to the air. This was my corner, my escape, where the world dulled just enough to breathe.“Nova, that’s enough.” The blond bartender gave me a concerned look. “I’m gonna get fired if the manager finds out I’m tending to a seventeen year old.”“I’m turning eighteen next month, Daryl.” I slurred, trying to be firm. “So, get me another shot of tequila.”“I think you’re forgetting that you must be twenty one and above to enter this nightclub.”“Just give me the shot.” I grumbled, leaning further on the bar.Da
Two days to our summer break.Almost sundown.No calls.No texts.Nothing.I paced my dorm room, exhausted — not just physically but mentally.Two beds. Two worlds. My side was a Barbie explosion: pink pillows, pink-and-white blankets, a giant teddy bear, and a dresser crammed with clothes and romance novels instead of textbooks.Crystal’s side? Pure goth queen. Black, grey, and red. Posters of guitars, rockstars, and chaos.But back to the problem at hand. The reason I was mumbling as I clutched my phone like it was my lifeline.Bruno.My boyfriend hadn’t called or texted since last night — the night he said he was out with his C.O.D. buddies. Now he was nowhere to be found.Not at his apartment off campus.Not at his friends’ place.And his phone? Switched off.I let out a heavy exhale and dropped onto my bed so hard the pillows bounced.“God, please, let nothing happen to my sweet boy.” I stared up at the ceiling, hands clasped. “I promise I’ll stop masturbating and stealing Susie’