I heard his question, but I didn’t turn around. Instead, I faced the dressing mirror, pretending to be too focused on blow-drying my hair. The heat brushed against my scalp, but it couldn’t melt the tension in my chest. Josh was watching me from the bed, waiting. I sighed, gripping the brush a little tighter. My heart felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. “I’ve known Kenneth since high school,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Back then, he was different.” Josh didn’t say anything, so I kept going. “He never let a hand touch me,” I continued, staring at my reflection. “We did everything together. He’d wait for me after class, we’d share my lunch—he always said my cooking was better than the cafeteria food.” A small, humorless smile tugged at my lips. “We both wanted to be designers. That was our dream.” I let out a breath, setting the dryer down. My hair was dry now, but my thoughts were still tangled. “I did a lot for hi
Josh dodged Kenneth’s punch effortlessly, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. Kenneth let out a sharp gasp, his knees hitting the floor as pain wrenched through his shoulder. His face twisted in anger, but he was helpless in Josh’s grip. “Kenneth!” His mother’s panicked scream cut through the room. She turned to her husband, eyes wild with fury. “Control your son, Josh! He wants to kill Kenneth out of jealousy!” Josh father sat still, his face unreadable. The tension in the room crackled like a live wire, but Josh didn’t let go. Instead, he shoved Kenneth forward. Kenneth hit the floor hard, his breath coming out in a harsh grunt as he clutched his wrist. Josh stood over him, unmoved. “You will never be a match for me,” he said, his voice cold. Kenneth’s jaw tightened as he pushed himself up, rage burning in his eyes. But the humiliation sat heavy on his shoulders. No words, no threats could erase the fact that in front of everyone, Josh had put him in his place.
His words crashed into me, leaving me breathless and reeling. "How much do you want?" I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my head spinning with a mix of shock and disgust. For a moment, I thought I'd misheard, that my mind was playing a cruel trick on me.But the cold glint in Josh's father's eyes told me I'd heard him right. My stomach twisted into knots, my lips parting on a shaky breath. "What...?" The word barely squeaked out, my voice trembling like a leaf.I knew exactly what he meant. Every nerve in my body said the answer. But I needed to hear him say it again, to be sure this wasn't some twisted joke. Josh's father leaned forward, his fingers drumming a slow, menacing beat on the table. His gaze pinned me like a butterfly on a specimen board."Don't play dumb," he said, his voice smooth as silk but laced with a venom that made my skin crawl. "I'm not offering you a gift. I'm offering you a way out." He repeated the question, his tone dripping with disdain. "How much do y
“Are we leaving now?” I asked, my voice neutral.Josh turned slightly, his eyes sharp as they met mine. “Did you plan to stay?”His words weren’t harsh, but they carried an undertone that made my stomach tighten. There was no humor in his voice, no sarcasm—just a reminder that I had no business staying in his father’s house.I held his gaze for a moment before looking away.Well, who am I?I wasn’t here to prove anything to his family. I wasn’t here to stay. I just needed to get back at Kenneth. That’s all I wanted. The humiliation he put me through, the way he discarded me like I was nothing—this was my chance to turn the tables.Josh’s father, Sophia, Kenneth… none of them mattered to me. My only focus was making Kenneth regret ever betraying me.Exhaling quietly, I walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed the only thing that was truly mine in this entire house which is the pack of feminine sanitary items Josh had bought for me the night before. Everything else in this place belonged
The screen of my phone glowed, the notification catching my attention. I picked it up, my thumb swiping across the screen.A message from my landlord."Reminder: Your rent is due for renewal. Kindly make payment to avoid inconvenience."I stared at the words, my mind blank for a moment. Right. I had completely forgotten about it.I had planned on moving out last month—leaving behind that tiny apartment, the memories of late nights working multiple shifts just to keep a roof over my head. I wasn’t supposed to be dealing with this. Not anymore.But the house I saved for, the one I bought in Kenneth’s name—was no longer mine.A bitter smile ghosted my lips as I typed my response."I’ll pack out tomorrow."I dropped my phone onto the bedside table, exhaling softly. The weight of everything pressed against my chest—not in a crushing way, but like a dull ache that refused to fade.It was strange, really. How easily things could be taken from you. How quickly a life you built could become so
I stood outside my mom's apartment and got into a taxi to go to Josh's mansion. I'm not even sure why I went there instead of just having the driver pick me up. I called Josh to let him know I was ready, and soon the driver arrived. We drove to Tarren's Mall in silence.I leaned my head against the window and stared at the buildings passing by. My phone was in my lap, but my mind was racing. What am I doing? This isn't love. It's a game. A dangerous one that could leave me with nothing.Just a few months ago, I was planning a future with Kenneth. I believed in love and dreams. But now, I'm in a billionaire's car, heading toward a life that's not mine, with a man who's not mine.The driver didn't say a word, just kept his eyes on the road. I felt the weight of what I was doing settling in. There's no turning back now.After fifteen minutes, the car stopped. I looked up and saw we were at Tarren's Mall. This was the place where I felt so broken before. But now, I'm walking in with power
“Meet me at our spot by 7:00 pm today.”My heart stilled.I blinked. Once. Twice.Then, heat flooded my chest—anger, confusion, disbelief.Our spot? The same place where we once talked about our future? The same place where he promised to love me forever?My grip tightened on the phone.Why is he texting me now?I should delete the message. I should block his number. I should pretend like he no longer exists.But my hands refused to move.Memories hit me like a slap to the face. The way he used to hold my hand, the way he used to look at me like I was his entire world—lies.I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.No. I refuse to fall into this trap.Kenneth doesn’t love me. Kenneth never loved me.The same man who once promised me everything was the one who stood beside another woman—my enemy—and humiliated me in front of the world.So why am I still staring at this message like it means something?I forced a breath out, shaking my head. I had already made my decision the moment I walke
I turned around.Silver stood there, arms crossed, her sharp eyes studying me. She wasn’t smiling, but her gaze held concern."You just arrived?" she asked.I exhaled, nodding. "Yeah."Silver let out a small sigh, tilting her head as if trying to read my thoughts. She glanced past me toward the street before stepping closer. "Come on, let’s go."Without another word, she looped her arm through mine and started leading me away.I didn’t resist.As we walked, the night air wrapped around us. It was cool and refreshing.I wasn’t here for Kenneth. I had come for our school reunion—a night where I could remember the girl I used to be.I pushed thoughts of Kenneth aside as we approached the entrance of the event hall. The moment we stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia hit me.Laughter. Music. The soft hum of conversations.And then, all eyes turned to me.The reunion hall was filled with laughter and excitement.People surrounded me, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. Some were old classmat
Kenneth and Sophia were standing there at the doorway.My stomach twisted in that all-too-familiar way—the one I thought I had outgrown. But no—here came another trouble. I sighed in frustration.Josh looked at them and then turned sharply to the staff. “Does anyone come in here now without my permission?”The woman froze like a deer in headlights. Before she could reply, Kenneth strode in with that effortless arrogance he wore like cologne.“Easy, bro,” he said, grinning. “Didn’t realize you were guarding the door like a bouncer now.”Josh’s nostrils flared. “Then maybe you should start realizing a lot more.”Kenneth glanced around, hands in his pockets, acting like everything Josh said was trash.I stayed where I was—halfway between stepping out and staying hidden. My breath caught in my throat. Not out of fear. Not even sadness. Just… frustration.Sophia was silent, her eyes flitting across the room like she was taking mental notes.Josh turned back to Kenneth, eyes sharp. “What ar
The woman standing in the doorway is strikingly beautiful, with a well-sculpted face that looks like it belongs in a magazine. Every angle of her features is perfectly balanced—sharp cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that seem to flicker with something just beneath the surface.Her dark hair is pulled back in a neat yet effortlessly messy bun, and she wears a simple outfit that looks expensive in the way only truly high-end clothing can. It’s casual, yet she carries it with a quiet confidence that makes it seem like she’s the one who owns this place, not the other way around.She stood on the doorway for a while, almost like someone who doesn't need an invitation to step into the room, but she still waited for one—from Josh—before she could fully come inside.From where she stood, she took a moment to glance around, her gaze moving from person to person, before looking back at Josh. I watch his body freeze, his eyes going wide for the briefest second, and then he covers it, quickly scho
I dragged myself into bed like a ghost moving through her own skin.Josh’s phone call didn’t matter. At least, that’s what I told myself. Over and over. It was none of my business. We weren’t that kind of couple. We weren’t even a real couple. And yet…My chest tightened.I wasn’t supposed to be involved. I wasn’t supposed to feel this... close. This tangled. This curious.But I was.Too curious. Too attached.It was stupid.I curled up on one side of the bed, staring into the shadows, his words from earlier echoing in my mind—the part about his childhood. His father. The silence in his tone. That tight edge that only comes from carrying years of hurt and pretending it never mattered.He must have been so lonely, I thought.Something in me ached at the idea. Josh always looked so composed—like nothing could shake him—but there were cracks. If you paid close enough attention, you’d see them. And now I couldn’t unsee them.I turned again, burying my face into the pillow.His father's wa
I tried to form the words, to say something—anything. But my mouth felt dry, like it had been drained of all moisture. The tension was suffocating, my heart racing as my mind scrambled for something to hold onto."Yes, I’m fine," I finally managed to croak out, the words barely more than a whisper. I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, praying he wouldn’t notice the storm raging inside me.But of course, he noticed.His gaze, once directed at the TV, snapped to me like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. The shift in his attention was instant, piercing. Josh stood up slowly, his movements deliberate as he strolled toward me. Each step felt like a drumbeat pounding in my chest. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My body froze, locked in place as if my feet were nailed to the floor.Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me—just inches away, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. The space between us seemed to shrink, suffocating me with his presence. I inst
The phone was still pressed to my ear when Josh’s father said coldly, “I think I’ve given you enough time to think.”His words hung heavy in the air, slicing through the silence of the kitchen like a blade. I clutched the phone tighter, my fingers trembling as if the device itself had turned into ice. My heart thudded against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out the soft hum of the refrigerator.I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly choking me.“I—” My voice cracked, and I hated it. I hated how weak I sounded. “I love him.” It came out more like a whisper, fragile and scared.There was a pause. A heartbeat. Then that same cold voice, sharper this time: “That’s irrelevant. You knew what this was. You’ve had enough fun. Now it ends.”I could feel the sting in his words. Like venom.Why was this man always on my neck? Was it a crime to go to college? To fall in love and be played by his so-called son Kenneth? To exist in a world where I had to work twice as hard for half
His hands were fire on my skin—rough, claiming, unrelenting. One moment I was breathing, the next, I was gasping, pressed beneath him like he was trying to fuse our bodies into one."You're mine now..." Josh growled against my neck, his voice a low thunder that vibrated deep in my core. His breath was hot, his lips trailing down to my collarbone, where he bit and kissed in the same breath—possessive, primal.I moaned, helpless to the way his body commanded mine. Every thrust was a declaration, a claim that made my legs shake, my fingers claw into his back. He was a storm, crashing into me with raw need. And God, I loved the way he broke me apart.My body arched, meeting every powerful movement, every deep stroke that pushed me higher. He kissed me like he was starving, his lips devouring mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His tongue tangled with mine, as if he needed to taste every sound I made.“Say it,” he murmured into my mouth, hips slamming forward. “Say you
The words alone sent a thrill straight to the deepest part of me. My cheeks flushed—not just with shyness, but with a desperate kind of arousal I couldn’t hide. My body betrayed me, arching up toward him like it was begging for more.Josh hovered above me, his eyes dark and burning with desire. He wasn’t rushing. No—he wanted to savor me. His gaze traced every inch of my skin, and I felt completely exposed... worshipped. It made me squirm, but I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to see me. To crave me.“You’re so damn beautiful when you tremble for me,” he murmured, voice husky against my ear. The tip of his tongue flicked my earlobe, and I shivered, breath catching. “I want to see that again. Again and again.”My fingers curled into the sheets as his hand drifted slowly down my side, brushing my heated skin with torturous precision. He studied my reactions, every gasp and every stuttered breath like a reward. And God, I wanted to give him more.His lips found the curve of my neck
“You won’t regret it,” I whisper—but the second the words leave my lips, Josh is on me.His mouth crashes against mine again, his lips were hot, hungry, desperate. His kiss steals the air from my lungs, and I give in, melting under him. His hands are everywhere—rough, demanding, sliding under my dress.I gasp when his fingers graze my skin, the heat of his touch sending wild shivers down my spine. He grabs my thighs, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel him. Hard. Needing. Just like me.He walks to his room direction with his lips still on mine, he kicks the door open. It slams behind us.“Josh…” I moan, not even sure if I’m begging or warning him to slow down.But he didn't stop. He growls low in his throat, throwing me onto the bed like I’m his long waited food, like he’s been starving for me. I land on the soft sheets with a gasp, heart pounding.I’ve never seen his room before… and now I’m laid in the middle of it.The sheets are soft bene
As soon as Josh ends the call with Kenneth, I desperately try to explain myself. “Josh, I thought we talked about this. I wasn’t with Kenneth; I actually—”But before I can finish, he cuts me off coldly. “No need to explain, Ivanna.”His voice is like ice, sending a sharp chill down my spine.Undeterred, I lean closer, my hands instinctively clasping his arm. “Josh, it was just a school hangout.”A dry, humorless chuckle escapes his lips as he finally turns to look at me. The amusement in his eyes isn’t warm—it’s cruel.“Before you left, I received a text from Kenneth stating my fiancée would be in his bed any moment now.”My heart feels heavy and sinks. I stop breathing for a second. I feel like someone is pushing a big weight onto my chest.My face turns red—not from guilt, but from frustration. “And you believed him?”Josh stares at me in silence, his jaw tight, his shoulders squared, as if bracing for impact.The silence between us is uncomfortable. It feels like a big storm is ab