“Nooo, God noooo” Anita’s richly jeweled hands trembled slightly as she held the letter. The crispy paper felt delicate in her hands like she should just rip it up, but yet it felt heavy. The ink was bright and sharp, unable to lose focus to her blurry eyes, she had barely skimmed through the contents but she had gotten the gist already and she couldn’t believe her eyes.She skimmed through the letter again, hoping she had read wrongly but the words remained the same, the consequences of her snooping playing in her face. She should’ve minded her business, gone shopping or whatever it was that kept her busy when her anxiety skyrocketed. It was all Emily’s fault, always happening to be a damsel in distress causing the brothers to rally around her and be at her every beck and call while she got nothing, but a stupid letter slapping reality onto her face. Snooping through her father’s study was something she always did as a teenager, it was mostly out of boredom which later morphed into

*Some college years ago*It was late fall in Brown University and the evening bustled with the thrum of anticipation as the annual Fall Fest gathered momentum. The university grounds became a patchwork of vibrant sights as chapters shifted from late summer narratives to tales wrapped in crisp parchment of fall. Laughter danced on the cool breeze that weaved between red-brick buildings and cast amber leaves in whimsical pirouettes to the ground.A senior year Ethan and a sophomore Jackson found themselves in the heart of this revelry, standing outside the ivy-laced entrance of the old Assembly Hall, now ablaze with strings of fairy lights and pulsing with the beat of music that spilled out onto the steps. Underneath the glow, their sibling resemblance was more pronounced—their shared grin, the same skyward tilt to their chins. But still that undercurrent rivalry that always kept them just a fraction apart brewed in their midst—a silent battle of charm and wit, forged deeper by their mu

“Jackson?” Emily repeated, willing a memory but nothing was forthcoming“Ethan’s my brother” Jackson added and Emily only stared although the shock was evident on her face.“Oh” she said, so simple in fact and looking him over dressed impeccably in a suit. “I mean it should be obvious, but then again it’s not”“I totally get what you mean” Jackson said. “Do you want to take a walk?” He asked her, she was about to respond when she looked him over again.“Aren’t you going somewhere, you’re all dressed up” she said “Oh yea, work but it doesn’t matter. I mean, I have the largest shares, I practically own the company I don’t have to be there all the time” She nodded with a smile, falling in step with Jackson “That’s great, you can stay with me then. It’s been boring these past few days since I left the hospital”“Why so?”“Ethan always has to be at work and it’s exhausting to do anything else” she said, pausing for a while and turning to face Jackson almost immediately “If Ethan’s your b

Ethan Hatton felt conflicted, for some reasons he couldn’t fathom why he felt that way but lately memories of Amelia Sinclair have been clouding his head, the trip to Cancun that fateful summer had somehow been the beginning of some sort of ill-fate but he preferred to ignore, push it to the back of his mind and never remember it again, but recent happenings had made it all surface again.Amelia Sinclair.Ethan sat at the counter of an empty bar in Florida while on a business trip, the business was over and he could take the next flight back to New York that evening if he wanted to but he didn’t feel like it, more like he was avoiding home, avoiding Emily and avoiding New York altogether. He couldn’t look Emily in the eyes since the accident, he wondered if it was guilt or some sort of indifference he had festered over time, a nature of his that was bound to rear its ugly head over time. Was he really beginning to fall in love with her or did he just not want Jackson to have her. The

It was New Year’s Eve, but maybe if Amelia knew it’d be her last, she’d have gone on a vacation with her family in Dubia instead, she wouldn’t need to throw a New Year’s Eve party which was actually just a sham to have her first kiss with Ethan, what better day than the first day of the year, it meant good luck, it meant the start of something beautiful with her crush, and with the help of her best friend Anita Brown, she was going to throw the best New Year’s eve’s party in the whole of New York City.The frost covered windows of Amelia’s living room fogged up with every exhalation of laughter as she and Anita pored over party plans across the coffee table, a joint in her hand as the smoke trickled up to the ceiling, while Anita took sips of hot cocoa topped with excessive whipped cream.“I think I’ve nailed down the playlist for the dj” Anita said, clicking the pen closed and side – eyeing Amelia.“Why don’t we just let him do his thing, I’m flying him over from LA. I heard he is v