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What did Noah do? "Mia," she says hurriedly, breathing hard. "What’s going on?" Mia sighs on the other end, a note of frustration in her voice. "I told you to look outside, not go outside. Lock the doors. And check the entertainment news—you’ll see." Her hands trembling, Sienna flips through her phone, finally landing on a news feed. She stares at the headline in disbelief: *Noah King Announces Relationship with Sienna Davis: A Secret Romance Goes Public.*

Chloe_awesome_scott NO, DON'T SAY 'BYE' SAY 'I LOVE YOU' The_real_prince_charming OF COURSE, I DO, HAHAHA! Chloe_awesome_scott I DO TOO, NOAH, I DO TOO.

For some reason, he feels awkward to be there. Wade looked up from the papers he was holding, brows meeting halfway and forming a furrow when he saw Aien. “What are you doing here?” Wade asked. His eyes trailed from Aien to Klyde. Klyde gave him a sheepish look. “Rehan?” “We’re going out!” Aien announced. “I’m busy,” Wade sighed, eyes back on the beta. “Did you drag Rehan from his office?” “I did not,” Aine denied, but Wade already knows the answer anyway.

, Noah said. When he was finally done, Noah clicked pictures with naked Stephan. He even shot a video of him making out with Stephan and Stephan welcoming him in. After doing his job, he let Stephan sleep. Noah got into the shower and took a few sets of clothes from wardrobe. Noah wore the clothes and left without making a sound...

Has Valentine come back already? From my position on the grass, I whirled around to see what had become of Anaki. When I turned, I saw he was lying on the ground, eyes still wide open. A bright stainless knife was glinting in the moonlight, sticking out of Anaki's back. Blood gushed around the knife, and started to soak through his deep blue shirt. Standing behind him with kitchen knives in hand, was Sophia. "Sopie?!" I shrieked. "What did you do?"

I walked the last meters with my shoulders loose and my hands open, like a person with nothing in them is harder to rob. Upstairs, the apartment smelled like detergent and microwave popcorn. Noah’s laptop was open to the finalists’ instructions. He wasn’t on the couch. I texted: ETA? He replied: Went to school counselor to ask them not to share my info if press calls. Be back in 20. Good. Sensible. My chest loosened in a way that felt borrowed.

Noah shouldn't have been on I*******m. He'd deleted the app twice. Reinstalled it twice. Told himself he was just checking company updates. Business accounts. Nothing personal. Liar. He scrolled through his feed. Stopped on Chloe's post. A photo from earlier tonight. Her and Marcus at some restaurant. Caption about double dates and finding love. Tagged: Jason Mitchell. And Leighton Hayes. His thumb moved before his brain caught up. Clicked on Leighton's tag.

Then snap. The net disintegrates into ash. Silence hits for half a second. Then— “She’s adapting!” another voice yells. I almost laugh. You have no idea. I turn, scanning for the next opening. But they’ve already adjusted. They don’t rush me this time. They circle. Slow. Careful. Waiting for a mistake. Smart. Too smart. Which means— “Josh,” I whisper under my breath. Because this feels like him. The precision. The timing.

Sophie's watching as she feels like she's on the end of her seat, number 2 does a last second pass throw to Casper who jumps into the winning end of the field throwing the ball down. "Yes! they did it again! Yayy Casper!" Sophie cheers standing up happy that her school's team won another rehearsal. "What an incredible teamwork you two pulled off, very good work. Hit the showers boys!" The coach declares and Sophie runs down the bleachers followed by Jane, jumping on Casper happy that he sealed another win. Casper chuckled returning the hug, Sophie really was his biggest supporter. "Thanks Coach, and thanks Sophie for always coming to the rehearsals." He says earning a smile from her, She let

"Not enough? How about five million dollars? Or I can give you a blank check to write your own amount. If you don't take this deal, you'll lose Sophia and the money. You'll just be stuck in your lab, choking on nasty chemicals!" "Stop it!" Brandon slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm. "Sophia's a smart, independent person. She gets to choose who she's with, not us. She's not something to be traded. If you really respect her, take your money and get out of here. And don't you dare come back!" Brandon's outburst turned heads, and the other customers started murmuring and pointing at Charles. With no other choice, Charles grabbed his bank card and slunk away, defeated.