LOGIN"I... what? It's not like that, Olivia. We were never a couple—this was all arranged. Didn't Nathan tell you?" I stuttered as I spoke, trying to reason with her.
The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene. Nathan would surely be furious, and I didn't want to ruin the progress we'd made earlier. For once, we were talking without cold glares or harsh tones, and I preferred it that way. But if I said anything against Olivia, knowing full well how much he loved her, it wouldn't end
NATHAN'S POVI jolted awake, my chest heavy with unease. For days now, I had been hearing soft cries, moans, and even agonising screams in the middle of the night. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it kept happening.The eerie sounds echoed through the house, vanishing the moment I woke up. It felt as if a ghost had taken residence in our home.Sitting on my bed, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my nerves. I listened closely, waiting to hear the sounds again. After a minute of silence, I sighed and decided to go downstairs for some water.It had also been days since she became cold—so cold I could compare her to ice. Rosie. She barely spoke to me, and when she did, it was only to answer my questions in the shortest way possible.Since that day, the incident remained a mystery to our family, but we let it go, just as Athan wished.But Rosie's treatment toward me had changed. Was it so wrong for me to ask her to apologise to my girlfriend for mistreating her? It
"You are such a liar!""You are such a liar!""You are such a liar!"Those words he left me echoed in my mind repeatedly, drowning me in my most feared place. Before I knew it, I was frozen still, and my subconsciousness brought me back to the past where my most feared nightmare lies."Child, you need to tell me the truth! Your father pushed and killed your mother, didn't he?" the scary-looking police officer shouted at me for the hundredth time.I was in the police station after the horrible situation I had witnessed. The police came to our door and found my mother dead in a pool of her own blood while my father stood at the top of the staircase with fifteen-year-old me curled up in the corner of the room.The officer was terrifying. He was six feet tall, with a bulky frame, greasy hair, and glaring eyes. He stood in front of me, both hands pressed on the table between us while I sat there, tense. He would occasionally slam his hands on the tab
"I... what? It's not like that, Olivia. We were never a couple—this was all arranged. Didn't Nathan tell you?" I stuttered as I spoke, trying to reason with her.The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene. Nathan would surely be furious, and I didn't want to ruin the progress we'd made earlier. For once, we were talking without cold glares or harsh tones, and I preferred it that way. But if I said anything against Olivia, knowing full well how much he loved her, it wouldn't end well for me."You are lying bitch!" she screamed, her palm connecting sharply with my cheek.The sting radiated across my skin, but before I could react, she turned toward Nathan, who was making his way back. Relief washed over me at his return—until Olivia’s next move shocked me.With a malicious glint in her eyes and a smirk that sent chills down my spine, she grabbed the glass of water in front of me. Before Nathan could reach us, she flung the water over her
NATHAN'S POVI know what I did was wrong—cruel, even. Especially when I know that she realised her mistake in agreeing to this engagement, and she’s trying to make up for it by being nice. But every time I saw her, I couldn’t help but feel angry.Today, Olivia came with me to school. She attended a different school—one owned by her family—so she occasionally tags along. When we enter the cafeteria, my eyes instinctively search for Rosie. She looked beautiful, and the way she interacted with Daniel and Athan made it obvious how much she loved them. They love her just as much in return.But when I saw Daniel hug her and kiss her cheek, an irrational annoyance crept up inside me. Athan did the same, but he was brief while Daniel’s lingered.Why do I even care? Why am I acting like a jealous boyfriend?I brought my girl here; I have no right to feel this way. I should be focusing on Olivia, not Rosie.“So, babe, i
After what happened last night, I had no idea how to go downstairs and face Nathan. How could I have just burst out at him like that? Yes, I’m stubborn most of the time and rarely think before I act, but when I set my mind to something, I do it. I promised to be nice to him, yet I ended up shouting at him instead.‘Great. This is just great!’ I could only hope my outburst hadn’t fuelled his feelings for me—particularly his anger.Not wanting him to barge into my room, fuming mad because he had to wake me up again, I got up, grabbed my clothes from the closet, and headed to the bathroom.Dressed in faded jeans with a few rips and a blue SpongeBob shirt, I made my way downstairs to join the Stevens for breakfast.“Good morning!” I greeted everyone with a bright smile, taking my seat at the table. The aroma of bacon and eggs filled the air, instantly lifting my mood. Good food always brightened my mornings.
"Wake up! You're no VIP to be taking this long. We're going to be late for school!"I was jolted awake by the furious voice and loud knocking of—oh, wait—it’s Nathan. He stood at my door, arms crossed, looking at me like I was some kind of inconvenience."What’s the point of knocking if you already opened the door?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep as I yawned."Good, you're up. Get ready. My mom told me to tell you that breakfast is ready. And next time, wake yourself up—I’m not your slave," he snapped before walking out of my room.‘Seriously, does he have a mood disorder or something? Should I refer him to my doctor?’ I thought we were past this constant bickering.With a sigh, I got up, fixed my bed, and took a quick shower. I changed into dark blue jeans, paired with a lime-green sweatshirt and sneakers, before heading downstairs. Nathan and his parents were already at the table, eating breakfast. The sight of strawberry pancakes made my stomach growl in anticipation—my absol







