"I'm sorry..." Alexander's voice filled the store we were in. I raised my head and glared at him. "Sorry?" We locked eyes. "Oops," I added dramatically. "You know, I thought that I would feel different when you apologized and we could fix this.” I held my breath and my fist tightened “But nothing can be fixed anymore." I deadpanned. "Your apology won't return my identity, fix the scandal, or help me get my license back, so it's useless to me, Mr. Moore." I spat and stood up, I glanced outside of the room through the small hole in the door. "What are you doing?" Alexander asked and broke the distance between us. I turned and glared. "Checking to see if I can get out of here. I'd rather be dead outside, than alive with you." I spat and stretched my hand to him for the keys. Alexander hesitated but handed me the keys anyway. "How did you even get these..." I mumbled under my breath and opened the door. I sighed and walked towards the waiting room. I must have interrupted something im

I knelt beside her and immediately checked for getting a pulse. “Alexander! Someone help!” I screamed and a sob escaped my lips. “Amber! What happened?!” Alexander yelled out of nowhere. I turned and locked eyes with him. “What happened to Christine?” He asked again “Sh-she fell off the stairs, she not waking up! Please do something!” I said in a frantic tone. I could feel the tension radiate off his bones and he carried Christine and raced up the stairs. I followed him to her bedroom. Alexander laid her on the bed and pulled out his phone, soon he was on a call. The conversation was lengthy and he paced back and forth while he was at it. I walked over to Christine and took her hand into my mine. Her skin was pale but her breathing was fine, it was almost like she had just fallen unconscious. “Christie, I am so sorry, I should have, I should have done something—”“Done what? Finished her off?” I turned and locked eyes with the owner of the sharp tone. Marissa glared and me with he

I turned to Christine and realized she was boring holes into my skin with her glistening blue eyes. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' but she raced off and a tear rolled down my cheek.I could faintly hear Alexander and everyone else race after her. I had hurt her badly. No matter what; That was her secret to tell and how the entire world knew. They knew that her father had abused her. I didn't understand how it must have been to have a father like Andrew, but I knew how painful it could be when privacy was breached. I turned to follow them and caught sight of Lucia. My fists tightened and the edges of my lips curled down to form a tight frown. I marched over to her and grabbed her hand, confusion flashed over Lucia's features and she yanked her arm from my grip. "What is wrong with you?!" She demanded in a hushed tone and I glared at her. "What is wrong with you!" I retorted. "We never agreed that you were going to leak that information!" I spat and ran my hands through my brown hair. "What

I could feel Alexander's eyes off on me as I walked into the part with Christine. The dark-haired man was spotting a black suit and had his fringe styled to the back, Marissa on the other hand stuff to a blue rosy dress with her hair tied in a bridal bun. She shot me a shirt as I walked toward them and I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe this is happening," Christine mumbled in a tearful tone. I squeezed her hand and whispered; "Don't worry, this is just the engagement. We lost the battle, not the war." I ended my statement and locked eyes with Alexander. His words rang in my head over and over again. If he did not want to get married, then why was he doing this? He claimed that he loved me and he wanted to fight for me. yet, for some reason, he was going through an alliance that would tear us apart forever. I wasn't going to stop anything. He had to stop it, if he loved me, then he would stop it."I have a feeling that we have already lost everything," Christine spoke as she sat d

I plopped down on the chair and watched as Lucia exited the room. I never thought my past could come back and haunt me in Los Angeles.I could vividly remember the incident with the girls, it was after junior year. They had teamed up and assaulted me. They touched me and hurt me and I was angry. I felt broken, I felt devastated, and dirty. No matter how many times I washed; I could not get the stench of that night off my skin. So I decided to burn everything down. When the fire broke out, I saw my opportunity. I locked the doors of the locker room and I turned on the soundproof settings. They burned to death and no one could hear their screams or cries for help — As no one could hear mine.As cruel as it may sound, I did not regret a thing I did that night. They all deserved that pain. But how did Lucia find out about that? Just how deep had she dug into my past? If she was just like me, or anything remotely close to me; Lucia would not spare Christine or Alexander, but how could I