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Kaylee“Philip… what the actual hell is this?” My voice cracked as I froze in the doorway.The smell hit me first—coppery blood and damp concrete, thick enough to make my stomach churn. My gaze landed on the man slumped against the wall. His head lolled forward, hair matted with dried blood, his shirt ripped and soaked through. He looked like he’d been chewed up and spit out by a truck.“Oh my God,” I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. “Is he… Philip, is he dead? Tell me he’s not dead!”Philip stopped pacing long enough to glance at me. His jaw flexed like he was grinding his teeth to keep himself calm.“That,” he said coldly, pointing at the heap of a man, “is Nathan. And he’s been on my tail for a while now.”I blinked, my brain scrambling to connect dots that weren’t lining up. “Okay… and your brilliant solution was to… kill him?”“Kaylee, shut up for one damn second and just listen,” he snapped, and that got my attention—not just the words, but the crack in his voice.Philip r

Sebastian “So… your best friend is in love with me, huh?” I muttered into the phone, a low laugh rumbling in my chest as I leaned back in my office chair. On the other end of the line, Olivia’s laughter spilled out like soft bells, her amusement contagious. I shook my head, grinning to myself. I couldn’t believe Kaylee actually had the guts to say that crap out loud. “Sebastian,” Olivia finally said, trying to calm her giggles, “just stay away from her. She’s a snake, and she’s desperate. I can smell it through the phone.” “You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” I said, my voice dipping softer, the kind of voice I used only for her. “In a couple of months, we’ll be out of New York, and all this will be behind us. Her, Phillip… all of it.” “I can’t wait,” she replied in that soft, babyish tone. I could practically picture her biting her lip, curled up somewhere in my shirt, eyes sparkling. “I have to go now,” I murmured, reluctant but smiling. “I’ll see you in a couple o

Olivia “Please… please pick up.” My voice cracked as I left what had to be the hundredth voicemail. The phone trembled in my hand while I paced across the bedroom like a caged animal, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug with every frantic step. The night had swallowed me whole. I hadn’t slept, not a second. My eyes burned, my hair was a tangled mess, and my reflection in the dark window looked like a ghost. My husband was supposed to come home last night. Instead, every call went straight to voicemail, and silence pressed against my chest like a weight I couldn’t breathe under. Horrible images kept flickering in my head, Sebastian bleeding out on the side of the road, trapped under twisted metal, or lying cold and lifeless somewhere I couldn’t reach. My stomach churned with every thought. God, please… just bring him home to me. I can’t— I dropped onto the edge of the bed, my body trembling, and then immediately shot back to my feet. Sitting still was impossible. My mind spu

Sebastian “You do realize drowning yourself in whiskey won’t fix your life, right?” The voice drifted from somewhere behind me, low and taunting, slicing through the fog of my drunken thoughts. I didn’t bother to turn. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if the voice was real or just another trick of my spinning brain. “Sebastian Lancaster,” the voice called again, louder this time, crisp with amusement. “The golden boy of Manhattan, the man whose face owns half the magazines in New York… and here he is, rotting in a bar like a washed-up has-been.” My jaw tightened. My grip around the glass wobbled. “He doesn’t usually drink to the point of falling off his stool,” the voice continued like an unwanted narrator. “But tonight? Oh, he’s done for.” I stared into my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl, pretending I couldn’t hear him. “Go away,” I growled, my voice hoarse and low. The voice chuckled softly. “What’s the matter, Seb? Mad now? Can’t handle the truth? You slept with your best

I nodded slowly, eyes burning as I wiped them with the back of my hand. I didn’t care how I looked. I just needed to breathe. I just needed to feel something that wasn’t betrayal or heartbreak.“I didn’t know who else to turn to. Mom’s… she’s strong. Too strong. I feel like if I told her this, it would break her heart, and somehow, that would hurt worse than what he did.”He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer fake wisdom or useless comfort. He just listened, his presence steady, anchoring me.“What Sebastian did, drugged or not, hurts,” he finally said. “And you don’t just snap back from that. Anyone who expects you to just ‘move on’ has no idea what pain is.”I exhaled shakily and looked down at my hands like they had all the answers. “I keep wondering if maybe… maybe I should just forgive him,” I whispered. “Isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be? Fighting through the worst, staying when it’s hard? I thought I could, but… every time I look at him, I don’t see us. I just see her,