LOGINBOOK 3: EPILOGUE Elaine dreamt. For the first time in a long while, her sleep wasn’t invaded by shadows or screams. There were no cold sweats, desperate gasps for air, or lingering dread clinging to her chest when she stirred. Instead, her mind conjured something so gentle and surreal it almost b
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 101 -ELAINE- I couldn't sit there for even a second longer, the tension was killing me. Steph was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, desperately trying to get another update from the police. Meanwhile, Duncan was out there, risking everything for something that I knew deep dow
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 100 -ELAINE— The school was surrounded by chaos when we arrived. Sirens screamed in the distance. Teachers were huddled near the entrance, some crying, others shouting into their phones. Parents were arriving in waves, panicked and demanding answers. Duncan didn’t wait; he leapt
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 99 -ELAINE— The banging on my door startled me out of my thoughts. I had barely managed to eat anything all day, my mind spinning endlessly since my last confrontation with Duncan. When I opened the door, Steph stormed in like a hurricane. “What the hell is wrong with Duncan?!” sh
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 98 -DUNCAN- I knew something was wrong. It was the townspeople who informed me about Elaine driving off the cliff. I had no idea, I was devastated about what happened the other night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean, damn it, I know her. She’s stubborn, guarded, but
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 97 -ELAINE— The next day arrived, and I found myself still in the same position I was in the previous night. I hadn't even budged an inch. I missed the knock on the door when Steph arrived. I was completely lost in my world, and I didn't even realize the time or how long I had be
LESLIE’S POV I waited for his call for an entire day but it never came. Every time my phone lit up or vibrated, I dropped everything I was doing to run to it only to be met with spam calls and messages. My daily routine that included going to the gym, grocery shopping and then designing was disrupt
“It was…a process,” I begin slowly, feeling his hand warm in mine. “The first year was the hardest. After I left I had to figure out who I was without you, without our history, without my father and every crafted part of my past.” Whenever I think of my father, my heart aches. I want to ask Kian ho
“What the hell is wrong with you?”“You won’t shut me out, Leslie. Start talking.” I drag my duvet up my body again, ignoring him. Big pain in the ass that he is, he yanks it off again. I yank it back from him and it suddenly becomes a game of him yanking it and me dragging it back from him. He dr
LESLIE’S POV The look on Kian’s face as he reads through my résumé is priceless. His eyes dart between the lines, lingering on each detail as if he’s trying to grasp the reality of what I’m offering him. The disbelief, the shock—it's all there, etched across his face. He keeps looking from me to t







