I pull up in the compound and find dad's car parked at its spot.
"That's weird," I frown, entering the house. The house is very quiet and my live in nanny Tania is nowhere to be seen.Double weird, she normally greets me immediately I walk in and give me a hug. I walk into her room and it's empty. Before I could react, I hear a loud thud coming from Dad's study. I run to check it out immediately.The door is slightly open and I peek in to see mom sitting on the floor. Dad had a deep frown and he looked frustrated. Were they arguing?Triple weird.First dad came home early, Tania is nowhere around and my parents are arguing? What is going on?"I saw you with my own two eyes Joseph. There's no need to deny it," mom sobbed, getting up.What did she see? What was dad denying?"I know it has been going on for a while now but I chose to stay silent for my daughter's sake..."For my sake?"Not any more, I won't stay with a cheating husband," mom yelled angrily.Dad is cheating on mom? With who? Gosh, it shouldn't be who I'm thinking. It's can't be Tania, she loves our family and would never do anything to hurt us. I love her so much and she's almost like a second mother to me."I knew you were sleeping around with her but....but.... I can't believe it was even before we got married," the pain in mom's voice brought tears to my eyes. I quickly blinked it away because I wasn't used to people seeing me cry, not even my parents."You even had the guts to bring her into our home," mom added confirming my greatest fear."I can't believe you Joseph, if she's the one you wanted why marry me. You even have a son who's two years older than Zara. I can't believe you can be this heartless,"mom shook her head.My jaw dropped. I can't believe I've been living with dad's side chick my entire life. I even have a brother? So Tania was indeed my second mother."Maria, listen to me please?" Dad begged, trying to touch mom but she stepped away."Don't touch me. I'm leaving Joseph....I'll come for my daughter later," mom said turning to leave.Her eyes caught my trembling figure and before she could speak, I was already in front of dad.Buttercup listen," dad said using the pet he had for me."How could you do this dad? Mom loves you so much and you go on and betray her like that?" I ask, holding his collar tightly."Butter....""Don't call me that, I hate you," I spat out those words angrily.In a blink of an eye, mom spun me around and a hot slap landed on my cheek."How dare you speak to your father in that tone? And who said you could interfere in adults conversation?" I heard mom say but I couldn't see her facial expression since I was busily recovering from the slap."Apologize to your father now!" Mom yelled making my eyes widen in shock. I let out a chuckle and walked past her to my room, slammed the door and fell on my bed. The tears I was holding back rolled freely down my cheeks as soon as my body hit the bed.I don't know how long I cried but the tears eventually stopped and I went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. After bathing, I changed into my gym clothes and and left the house without informing anyone.I went straight to the treadmill and turned it to the fastest that existed and started running away frustrations.As I run, I received stares from the guy using the next one beside me. He was running at a much slower pace compared to me, his eyes never leaving mine.I ignore him his stares and kept running, ignoring the pain I was starting to feel in my legs.Something about him felt eerily familiar and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't brush it off. He soon walked to me and turned the machine off, earning a glare from me."The fuck is wrong with you?" I asked him angrily, whiles trying to catch my breath."There's no need to get so worked up over this princess. Besides, from the way you're breathing, it seems I did you a favor," he winked, leaning against the machine. I took in a deep breath and turned the machine back on, putting it at normal speed this time.This annoying pervert would not stop smiling at me and he was really started to get on my nerves."Zara," a voice called and I turned to see Tyler waving my phone at me. As I turned the treadmill off, I heard the guy mumble something unclear.I walked to Tyler who handed me my phone."It's your mom," he said and I stared at it for a while before switching it off.Tyler shot me a confused look and I shook my head, getting a nod from him. This was a gesture we used when we were going through something we didn't want to talk about."Promise to tell me later?" he raised a brow and I nodded.I picked a pair of boxing gloves that were lying on the table and Tyler helped me put it on. I walked straight to the first punching bag I saw and yes, the annoying dude was still following me.Only God knows why I still haven't punched him in the face.I start punching and kicking the punching back, unleashing the anger that had filled me up."Tyler, your girlfriend is so feisty and hot....definitely my type of girl," I heard the annoying guy say but I ignored him.AGAIN."Where did you find her? Did Santa deliver her to you? Because I definitely want something spicy this Christmas. Do you think maybe I could borrow her for the weekend?"Now I had had enough."Can't you just shut up and leave me alone? You've been following me like a lost puppy since I came here and it's getting very annoying," I told him, staring at his beautiful brown eyes.Ok, let's pretend I didn't say that."Since I'm a lost puppy, why don't you take me home and take care of me....you don't want to leave a lost dog all by himself, right?"I gritted my teeth at how annoying he was. Seriously why are the handsome one jerks? Liam....the one in front of me and sometimes Tyler too.Trust me when I say I sometimes have to punch Tyler to bring his coconut head back home."I just wish I could punch you in the face right now," I said not realizing I said that out loud until I heard his response."We'll, why don't we try and make your wish come true."He was already putting on a pair of boxing gloves."You want to fight me?"I chuckled when he nodded."Don't tell me I can't fight you because you're a girl," he teased.I chose to ignore that remark."But let's place a bet on it," he raised a brow, running his tongue over his teeth."Sure," I replied with a smile, I love bets."If I win....you get to be my girlfriend for a week," he said, flashing a set of white teeth."And if I win...." I paused looking at Tyler for an idea.He raised his arms in surrender, indicating he wanted nothing to do with what was going on."I go home with your car," I smirk.He looked surprised for a moment before nodding."I don't know how you knew I brought a car." I heard him say."Lucky guess.... I guess," now it was my turn to tease him.We both walked to the boxing ring and I stood on the left side, waiting for him to take his stand."I'll go easy on you, don't worry. I wouldn't like to ruin that pretty face if yours," I heard him whisper behind me."That'll be the greatest mistake of your life," I smirked.The first round began with him attacking and me trying hard to defend. A few of his punched got to me and I could he was holding back judging from the less pain I was feeling. In no time, I started getting bored and I just wanted to spice things up. I wanted him to stop holding back so that I could see what he got.I aimed at his jaw and when I got the chance, I threw a swift punch that landed beneath his jaw."Fuck!" He cussed, earning a smirk from me."I told you not to hold back," I laughed."Ok, if that's what you want princessa," he said before throwing a punch I barely managed to dodge.Let's just say his defense wasn't that strong so he ended up losing by five points and I won with a burst lip.Anyway, let's look at the bright side, I have a car.Liam’s POV – Years Later The world thought I had it all. Multi-million-dollar companies. A sprawling empire across three continents. A fleet of cars, an estate tucked away in the hills. And behind it all, a carefully constructed underworld — one that moved products with silent efficiency, feared me without knowing me, and left no room for softness. But none of it mattered. Because every night, when the world fell quiet, I still stared at the old phone I’d refused to replace. Cracked screen. Dusty memory card. Battery barely holding a charge. But it held her voice. Her smile. Our story. And I couldn’t let go. Tonight was no different. I sat in my office — the one hidden beneath the surface of my flagship building, where men like me did things we could never confess. The lights were dim, the city glowing like distant fire through the tall windows. And in my hand, that ancient phone rested, open to the last photo I had taken of her. Zara. In her motorbike jacket, smirking at me f
LIAM: The auditorium buzzed with excitement — tassels swinging, caps slipping, parents clapping at names called out with pride. This was supposed to be the moment we had all waited for. Freedom. Celebration. Closure. But for me, it was a reminder of everything I’d lost. Rows of students dressed in navy blue lined the stage, our names listed neatly on the back of the programs. My name was there too: Liam Hunter, bold and undeserving. It felt heavy on the page, like it shouldn’t be printed next to theirs. Especially not next to hers. Zara’s name was missing. But her presence wasn’t. An empty chair sat in the front row, decorated with a single white lily and a photo of her smiling in that way that made the sun jealous. The school said it was to honor her memory. That she’d left a mark too deep to be forgotten. They were right. She had. On all of us. But most of all, on me. I sat in the back row with the rest of the graduates, my fingers clenched around my cap as the ceremon
Liam’s POV The sound of the casket wheels against the gravel felt like thunder in my chest. Everything was too quiet. No birds. No breeze. Just the dull murmur of footsteps behind me and the sound of fabric brushing against itself as people followed slowly. Each person held something: a rose, a prayer, a heavy silence. I held nothing. I didn’t deserve to. The cemetery was tucked away behind the church, surrounded by trees that stood like mourners themselves, tall and still. The grave was already dug, six feet deep and waiting. Too final. Too cruel. I stood at the edge, a few feet behind Nick and Kaylee. Neither of them looked at me. I didn’t expect them to. Zara’s mother stood at the front, face pale and tear-stained. Her father held her trembling hand, but he looked like a shell—like he hadn’t slept in days. No parent should have to bury their child. And I… I should’ve been buried in her place. The casket was carried gently—like it could still feel pain. Like she could
I never imagined the last time I’d see Zara would be in a coffin. The rain hadn’t started, but the clouds were heavy. Like the sky itself was mourning. The church was full, but it still felt hollow. People came dressed in black, some with umbrellas, others with red-rimmed eyes. I sat at the far back, where the shadows reached and no one would dare acknowledge me. It felt like everyone could hear my guilt. See it crawling under my skin. I didn’t deserve to be here—but I couldn’t stay away either. The room echoed with the quiet sound of sniffling. The kind of broken silence only funerals knew how to create. Every second in that room felt like a scream inside my head. Every soft hymn, every whispered condolence—none of it touched me. All I could hear was her laugh. All I could see was the way her face fell when I told her she’d never be my type. I’d memorized that moment frame by frame, and now I’d never get the chance to apologize for it. I was the reason she was gone. When
Nick’s POV I’ve always hated suits. But today, I wore one for Zara. The black jacket felt too tight. The collar choked me. My fists remained clenched in my lap as the priest droned on about peace and heaven and how “God takes the good ones early.” I wanted to stand up and scream at him that none of this made sense. Zara wasn’t supposed to be in a casket. She was supposed to be riding her motorbike down some open road, wind in her face, music in her ears. Not… here. Not gone. I looked straight ahead, but I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything except the deep, hot ache in my chest that hadn’t dulled since the morning I found out she’d died. The moment they showed me her bike on the news, I knew. I knew before the confirmation call. I knew before the police visited our house. My knees gave out. My heart collapsed in on itself. Kaylee had been the only thing stopping me from breaking something that day. I sat next to her now, her hand over mine, stead
Kaylee’s POV The sky was a dull gray, as if it, too, mourned the girl who once chased sunsets on her motorbike and laughed like the world hadn’t betrayed her. Zara’s funeral was held in the small chapel near the cemetery—intimate, quiet, and heavy with unshed tears. Rows of students from school filled the pews. Some came out of guilt, some out of shock, and a few, like me, came because their hearts would never be the same again. I sat beside Nick, our hands tangled tightly, grounding each other in the kind of pain words couldn’t reach. Nick hadn’t said much since the accident. Just stayed quiet. Angry. Protective. Devastated. Zara’s picture sat at the front of the chapel—one of her rare smiling photos. Hair down. Eyes gleaming. She looked happy in it. Carefree. Like she had no idea how cruel the world could be. I hated that picture. Because it felt like a lie now. The priest spoke, but I barely heard the words. Something about finding peace, about eternal rest, about how