Mag-log inValentine The gate rattled from the crash as we walked out onto the porch.Landon moved first, his boots hitting the stone steps hard. Marcus and I stayed right behind him. Clarissa and Layla ran out behind us, their feet fast on the path.Justin’s car sat idling right near the entrance. Smoke came out of the back in steady gray clouds while he revved the engine. His front bumper rested right against the iron bars, scratched up from hitting it."Get back inside, Layla," Marcus said, taking a quick step sideways to block her path."No," Layla said, pushing past his arm. "I'm not hiding in the house while he stands at the gate."Landon didn't stop. He walked straight down the path toward the gate, his hands jammed in his coat pockets, his shoulders broad.Justin threw his car door open and stepped out onto the dirt. He slammed the door shut, kicking a rock toward the fence. His hair was a mess, his jacket wrinkled, and his face red."You think you can hide behind these fake security gu
Clarissa Layla’s screen lit up blue.Her phone vibrated twice against her leg, and her skin drained white in three seconds.Her thumb jammed against the glass to lock it, but her hand shook so bad she dropped the whole device onto her lap. She grabbed it, flipping it screen-down on her thigh, her knuckles turning white. Her breath hit her chest fast and short, her whole body slumping into herself.She glanced up at me, then at Valentine, swallowing hard over and over like she was trying not to throw up. She pressed her back deeper into the cushions, shoving the phone deep into the gap between the couch seats, acting like she could just pretend it wasn't there.I leaned forward on the cushion, releasing Valentine’s hand. Layla stared straight down at her shoes. Her teeth dug right into her bottom lip until the skin turned pale.Landon moved.His boots hit the floorboards, three steps taking him around the glass table. He stood right over her, his shadow covering her lap and her shakin
ClarissaThe shredded pieces of paper hit the glass table with a dry rustle.Dark blue ink stretched across white jagged edges, signature lines cut straight down the middle. I stared at the ruined contract lying between us, my chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths."She meant nothing," Valentine said, his voice coming out deep, rough, and low. "Victoria walked into the study. She dug those pages out of my safe. I told her to get her hands off my stuff, grabbed the papers, and ripped them to shreds right in front of her face."My bottom lip trembled, my hand staying frozen in my lap.He leaned down, his knee hitting the rug right in front of the couch. His large hands reached out, wrapping warm and solid around my ice-cold fingers."Once I sort out everything else, she'll be out of our hair.”I swallowed hard against the tight lump in my throat, my vision blurring as a fresh wave of heat pressed behind my eyes."You didn't stop her from reading it out loud," I whispered,
ValentineI stepped across the threshold, my boots hitting the hardwood in the entryway.Clarissa sat on the cushion, her frame small, her hands pressed together in her lap. My gaze locked straight onto her face, and a sharp, heavy drag hit the center of my chest. Her eyelids were puffy, red, and swollen, her eyelashes still wet from crying.Fuck. She’d been sobbing for hours because of Victoria. That vicious, bitter woman coming into my home, digging through my safe, and spreading her toxic filth everywhere. I wished there was a faster way to drag Victoria off my property, strip her name off every legal deed, and wipe her existence off the face of the earth so she could never breathe near my family again.My chest burned. Seeing Clarissa like this made my blood run cold, every protective instinct in my body screaming at me to pull her against my shirt and never let her go. I opened my mouth, taking a step forward to fix this nightmare, to explain everything, to tell her she was the o
ClarissaThe door handle rattled moments later.Layla pushed her way into the hallway, her tote bag dropping off her shoulder and hitting the floorboards. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept a single minute after reading my late-night texts."Clarissa," she gasped out, stepping straight across the entryway and wrapping both arms around my neck.I buried my face in her shoulder, my fingers clutching the back of her sweater. My throat burned from crying half the night, my chest still feeling raw and tight from everything with Victoria and the contract.She pulled back, her hands sliding down to grip my elbows. Her eyes scanned my face, taking in my swollen eyelids and the way my hands were shaking against my stomach."I came as fast as I could," Layla said, her voice dropping into a rough whisper. "Your texts scared me. You said you left the estate. You said it was over."I led her toward the sofa in the living room. We sat down c
ClarissaThe car pulled up to the driveway and stopped right in front of the steps. Getting off and seeing the house where Chloe was staying cleared my head a little bit. For a second, the cold air hitting my face made the panic in my chest feel a tiny bit lighter.I dragged my weekender bag out of the back seat, paid the driver, and walked up to the front porch. My fingers trembled as I reached out to knock on the door, my knuckles barely hitting the wood before the latch clicked open.Chloe stood right there in the entryway, wearing a loose hoodie and soft pants. Her eyes widened the second she saw my face.I didn't even get to say hello. The moment my feet crossed the threshold, my knees buckled.My bag dropped onto the floorboards with a dull thud. I collapsed straight into Chloe’s arms, my forehead hitting her shoulder as tears burst out of my eyes, hot and uncontrollable. My chest heaved, short jagged gasps ripping through my throat until I could barely catch a breath.Chloe wra







