All Chapters of Crazy in Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bass vibrated straight through the walls, and drinks flowed across the tables as fast as the bartenders could pour them. A sea of sweaty bodies swayed to the rhythm, packing the dance floor under a canopy of colored lights pulsing in perfect sync with the music. I was definitely drunk, but the music still held me. I didn't care what any of these people thought. I just wanted to enjoy my messy, complicated life. Tonight, I was going to drink like I never had before. "Miss, are you okay? You look totally tanked." A hand caught my arm just as my knees buckled, saving me from a nasty spill. For a second, I thought I had stumbled straight into heaven. Looking down at me was an angelic face. She was wearing the most respectable, elegant outfit I had ever seen in any of the dive bars I usually frequented when my life was falling apart. She was undeniably stunning—fair-skinned, average height, and effortlessly beautiful. I tried to pull myself together and stand up straight, though th

Hannah’s Perspective Yesterday was, without a doubt, the most reckless mistake of my twenty-three years. Waking up in that unfamiliar hotel room left me so thoroughly shaken that I made a fierce, desperate vow to myself: I will never let alcohol or emotion strip away my control like that again. I refuse to let my heart drag me back down to that pathetic state, especially not over someone like Billy. From this exact moment forward, I am drawing a line in the sand. I am determined to outrun these moments of absolute weakness. By eight o’clock in the evening, the quiet routine of my life had resumed. I had just finished a solitary dinner and was curled up on the living room sofa with N*****x playing in the background—my standard ritual for unwinding when I wasn't buried under piles of fabric and design sketches. A gentle, cool breeze drifted in from the open balcony, whispering through the apartment. Yet, despite the cozy comfort of my home and the objective success of my career, a heav

Hannah’s Point of View I couldn't deny that Ally was breathtakingly beautiful, but that reality did absolutely nothing to dull the heavy layer of resentment instantly taking root in my chest. She was keeping a massive secret from me, and the fact that it directly involved my father made my blood run cold. By the time I hit the open road, the digital clock on my dashboard read ten o’clock in the evening. A violent storm of questions raced through my mind as I tore down the highway toward my parents' estate in Batangas, desperate for immediate answers. What the hell was going on? What were they hiding from me? Who exactly was this girl, and how did she hold so much leverage over my father? A dark, suffocating knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. I desperately prayed that my worst assumptions were wrong; I knew my mother’s fragile heart couldn't handle another betrayal. My mind spun out catastrophic, worst-case scenarios as the dark landscape rolled past my windows. Was Ally m

Hannah’s Point of View It was nine in the evening when the car finally slowed to a stop. I blinked my eyes open, looking around the dark, unfamiliar surroundings and wondering exactly where she had driven us. Before Ally could even attempt to step out and open my door, I quickly unbuckled and got out on my own. I could manage myself just fine. Besides, she was right about our situation. We were going to be married strictly on paper and through legal terms; there was absolutely no reason to play a part or pretend, since we would never be a real couple. The fresh, soothing breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the distant, enchanting rhythm of crashing waves. The sound echoed softly in my ears. Where on earth had Ally taken me? I couldn't recognize a single landmark. "Come on, Hannah! Let's get inside," Ally murmured, shivering slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself. "You'll catch a cold out here, and I won't forgive myself if you get sick." "Yes, I'm coming," I mut

Hannah’s Point of View The wedding venue was the Crimson Resort in Mactan, Cebu—yet another jaw-dropping coastal luxury property that didn't actually belong to the Moore family, though their corporate reach made it feel like they owned the entire island. Was this a wedding, or was it a beautifully orchestrated, slow suffocation? I couldn't wrap my head around how terrifyingly fast everything was moving. If running away had been a viable option, I would have sprinted down the shoreline without a single backward glance. Father Cristof, a high-ranking priest flown in specifically from the UK, was standing at the altar waiting to officiate our ceremony, which was scheduled to begin momentarily. There hadn't been enough time to organize a wedding in London due to strict international travel and safety protocols, so our parents had unilaterally decided to fast-track the entire event right here in the Philippines. Only our immediate families were in attendance. It was a strictly private,