Zoella lay against Zach's chest, dazed and still.Zach lowered his gaze. All he could see was her smooth forehead, her damp hair sticking to her skin, the moisture seeping between them, even making her shirt slightly translucent.His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. Then he let go of her. "Here. Th
Fred approached, his expression complicated.He hadn't needed to bring Jasmine to school today, but something had compelled him to come anyway. Maybe because he knew Zoella would be here.He hadn't slept a wink last night.Being forcibly shut out by her—what the hell was that supposed to mean?Zoell
Zoella looked at the stuffed bear. She had never agreed to participate in the finals.Right. This brand—she used to like it.The oversized bear was a limited edition, hard to get. In her past life, she had managed to buy one after much effort, only for Jasmine to use it as a giveaway for a livestrea
Zoella's expression darkened. She knew this was coming."Zoey, I'm your guardian. That school doctor isn't. There are already rumors going around the school. I can keep you home to focus on your exams," Bobby said.She lowered her gaze, masking the anger rising in her chest.Her voice came out hoars
It sounded as if Zoella was assuming Zach liked her.Zoella held the phone, her mind drifting to the online crush from her previous life. She had never confessed, and he had never said he liked her.But his presence had been like a flickering ember in the bleakness of her world, a small, steady warm
Bobby lifted a hand to his face and pressed his palm against it. So Zoella had done this much for him all along.He had never realized. He used to think her healthy dishes didn't take much effort.Regret crept in. He had overlooked her efforts too much. He had no idea how much Zoella had silently gi
Zoella raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp."I remember it clearly," she said.She would never forget.Without another word, she shut the door.Bobby stood outside, staring at the necklace in his hand, replaying his own words in his head.Regret hit him immediately.But he couldn't ignore the delibera
Zoella had been on the receiving end of her brothers' emotional abuse for what felt like forever. In the end, it was Dennis who proposed she apply to the same university as Jasmine—said it'd be easier to look after each other that way. It was supposed to be her way of making up for "affecting" Jasm
When Zoella saw Fred and Bobby appear, her expression didn't change.Calmly, she looked at Henry. "Let's set a time later, then."Henry nodded, then turned toward Fred. "What? I didn't say anything wrong. If she were my sister—with this kind of talent—I'd be treating her like gold, putting her on a
Zoella didn't answer the question. She simply turned and walked toward the main hall.Her steps were steady and purposeful as she lifted the hem of her dress to keep it from dragging. Not once did she look back at Fred or Bobby. It was as if they were strangers.Fred remained rooted in place, quickl
Carrie didn't hesitate to expose Zoella's identity.The words landed like a bomb.For a moment, Fred's mind buzzed with static. He felt as if the ground beneath him tilted. His body wavered slightly. He stared at Zoella, eyes wide with disbelief and rage.She really was SweetLemon.So from the very
Zoella hadn't expected the question from the reporters.Did they really think she was part of Ace Cap?Her gaze remained calm and distant as she answered, "I wouldn't know. I'm not with Ace Cap anymore."The moment those words left her mouth, the reporters froze.The Finchman heiress said she wasn't
When the reporter asked whether Zoella was SweetLemon, Fred froze for a moment.These past few days, he'd been drinking himself into oblivion, trying to numb everything with alcohol.If it weren't for this event, he probably wouldn't have pulled himself together at all.He'd heard that SweetLemon wo
Zach tried—really tried—to keep his cool. But the next second, his leg shot out in a sharp kick.Scott had already predicted it and leapt out of reach just in time. He continued talking. "Didn't you say Zoella's into someone? Maybe it's a classmate. Once they're in university, they might start dati
Zoella saw that people online were speculating about her identity. Most likely, it was someone from her class.In any case, she was attending the influencer event tonight—her identity would be exposed sooner or later. Whether it happened now or later didn't really matter.[I’m the Finchman heiress’s
Zoella felt her way down from the sofa. Zach's hands reached out beside her.She glanced over.Above her, Zach said gently through the darkness. "You'd better hold on tight."Zoella gave a small cough. "No need, seriously."The moment her foot hit the ground, it slammed into the corner of the coffee
Zoella was carried out of the area littered with broken glass and placed gently onto the couch.Zach looked down at her. "Next time I tell you not to move, don't move. If your brain's not working, stay put."She had just gotten scolded.Zoella lowered her head. "I didn't think I'd bump into the vase