She stares at me, before her eyes grows big. “Something has changed” “What do you mean?” I ask trying to hide my smile. “There is just something different about you, now that I’m looking at you…what is it? What’s changed?” “I don’t know. It could be that I just got tired of living in bitterness o
He also told me not to let my guard down. He said that just because the guy was dead, it didn’t mean that there wasn’t any more danger. “I know honey. It is a wonderful party and I will send you pictures.” I pause. “Your friends also told me to say hi to you” We used to go with Noah to the foundat
Rowan I watch as Emma excuses herself and stands up. I wouldn’t have bothered with her if it wasn’t for the fact that she walks out minutes after Ava. My gut was telling me to follow her. I couldn’t get over the words Ava spoke to me about Emma. It was fucking with my head and I needed answers. Es
“He’ll never find out, you know why? Because he’ll believe whatever I tell him. That’s how much he trusts me” “A trust you’ve broken countless of times.” Ava lets out a breath. “Rowan is my least favorite person and I would gladly push him off a cliff for what he has put me through, but he doesn’t
Ava. It was Saturday. A day after the dinner party. Yesterday had been hectic but I was happy that it had been a success none the less. I get out of bed and go to my bathroom for my morning routine. Even though Ethan had come back to my house with me, he didn't sleep over. He had an early start to
As you approach the house, a long tree lined driveway welcomes you, leading up to an impressive entrance adorned with a grand double-height glass door flanked by tall ornamental columns. When you step inside, you are greeted by a breathtaking foyer with a soaring ceiling and an exquisite chandelier
“You’re kidding me, right?” I ask her, hoping that she was just joking. She shakes her head sadly before handing over her phone. AVA SHARP’S HOUSE BURNS DOWN HOURS AFTER SHE REVEALS HER IDENTITY AS HOPE FOUNDATION’S FOUNDER. I read and re-read the title of the news, hoping that this was one big j
“What about your car?” I ask as I start mine. I knew that he must have driven here or had his driver drive him. Rowan wasn’t the kind of man who takes cabs. “Dennis can drive my car back home…I’ll call him when I need him” he mutters just as I reverse mine and then drive off. “Home…I no longer ha