Grace didn’t love William anymore. His cold gaze locked onto hers. His eyes were sharp, like they could read her mind. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So I’m really not in your heart anymore?” “…Yeah… Mm!” She didn’t even finish her sentence when William suddenly leaned in and kissed her—hard. Her mind went blank. Eyes wide, stunned that he kissed her just like that. It wasn’t their first kiss. The last time—in the bathroom—she had been the one to initiate it. She pulled him in, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him. But this time… it was all him. Grace snapped out of it, pushing against his chest. “William, stop!” she mumbled, but her voice was muffled. His broad body pinned her against the wall. His kiss was forceful, aggressive, and completely dominant. The second her lips parted to speak, William took advantage, slipping inside and taking over. That scent of his—clean, masculine, dangerously addictive—hit her hard. She’d never slept with anyone but Wi
"Ahhh!" Camila’s scream pierced the air just as William slammed on the brakes. The Mercedes-Maybach jerked to a hard stop. She was panting, her face pale with fear. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you driving like a maniac?" William’s face was unreadable, cold as always. He looked ahead and realized the Lamborghini he’d been tailing had already disappeared into the distance. He pressed his lips together. "Are you hurt?" Camila gave a small nod. "I’m fine." Then added bitterly, "I just can’t believe Theo actually noticed Grace. You saw her on the dance floor, didn’t you? She’s just some uneducated small-town girl. Probably spent her whole life learning how to seduce men. She’s cheap and completely shameless." William’s eyes turned cold. The image of Grace dancing effortlessly in the crowd flashed in his mind. Even Theo, who was known for being picky and impossible to impress, had clearly fallen under her spell. Camila sighed, then asked, "Will, did you go through with
“There she is!” Theo spotted her instantly. Camila, on the other hand, stared in disbelief. Grace? Dancing? In the middle of the crowd at Bar Lumière? Under the vibrant lights, her body moved effortlessly beside Clara, flowing with the music like it came naturally. Grace wasn’t even trying, but every move was fluid, deliberate, and stunning. Even Camila—widely known as the best ballerina around—had to admit it, silently. Grace danced better than her. More seductive. More dangerous. Unbelievable. The men in the bar couldn’t look away. Whistles and cheers erupted from every corner. Their eyes said it all. Camila clenched her fists. A burning rage bubbled in her chest. That girl? That country girl? Who the hell did she think she was, stealing the spotlight like that? Why did it always have to be Grace? Then, Camila felt it—an absence. William’s arm was no longer around her waist. He’d stepped forward. His eyes, once locked on her, were now frozen on Grace. Unblinking. Camil
William looked down, staring at the photo in his hand. His dark, sharp eyes narrowed. That Ferrari… looked really familiar. He glanced up at Theo. “The woman driving this car?” Theo nodded slowly. “Yeah. And she actually managed to lose me. I gotta say… she’s pretty damn impressive.” If his memory was right, that was the Ferrari he once gave to Grace. Back then, he’d assumed she asked for it just to drain his bank account. He never thought she could actually drive a sports car. William knew Theo’s driving skills—firsthand. They’d raced together more than a few times. But now? Grace? That shy, quiet girl from the countryside actually outran Theo? Just then, Paul walked up quickly. “Sir.” William stood. “I’ll be back,” he muttered, walking out of the luxurious lounge without looking back. Paul lowered his voice. “Sir, Mrs. Grace called earlier. Said she took the Ferrari out tonight. Word is… she joined a street race and ended up crashing into a wall. The front of the car’s compl
William rubbed the bridge of his nose. He’d completely forgotten. Theo was back in San Francisco. The Donovan and Montgomery families had always been two of the most influential in the city. Their bond went back generations, and William and Theo had practically grown up as brothers. His return tonight was the talk of the town. That’s why Camila, Riley, and Jade were at the bar, throwing a welcome party for him. Jade’s cheerful voice came through his phone. “Come on, Will! Get over here, now!” Jade had always been into Theo. Ever since they were kids, her biggest dream was to marry him. Too bad Theo was notorious for his impossible standards. Very few women ever caught his eye. “I’m on my way,” William replied flatly. He stood up. But deep down, one question kept circling in his head—what business was it of his if Grace was seeing another guy? Why the hell did it piss him off? Grace was just some small-town girl who came to the city. What else could she possibly offer beside
A date?The air around William instantly turned cold. His eyes darkened.With stiff fingers, he undid the top button of his shirt.Ding ding ding.WhatsApp notifications started blowing up. All from Clara. Her voice messages echoed through the room.“Grace, look at this guy. Total athlete. Abs for days. Just imagine falling asleep against those muscles.”“How about this one? Shy little puppy. Sweet and obedient. Kinda cute, right?”“Ooh, and this one? Businessman, all suited up, cold but sharp… The second I showed him your picture, he was into it. If you want him on his knees, I think he’d do it.”“Grace, these are all your options. Take your pick.”Grace laughed. “I want them all,” she joked.William: “…”His thin lips flattened into a tight, cold line.A harem of guys?Since when did Grace have this many options?Grace replied with a flat tone, “Okay, I’ll be down in a bit.” When she turned, her eyes met William’s.She didn’t care about the storm brewing in his gaze. Without hesitat