"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."
View MoreThe world around me blurred as the weight of his words settled in my chest like a stone. A Pink Star diamond. A gem worth millions. And it had been mine. How? What if I wasn't just some innocent victim left for dead? What if I was something worse? I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it latched onto me, refusing to let go. A memory flickered at the edges of my mind-too faint to grasp, too distant to make sense of. My own past felt like a locked door with no key. I pressed my fingers to my temples, inhaling shakily. Searching for answers meant digging into that diamond. But did I want to? No. No, I didn't. Something inside me whispered that I wouldn't like what I found. That the truth lurking beneath the surface wasn't just painful-it was dangerous. I had been left for dead. That wasn't a coincidence. The more I thought about it, the clearer one thing became: whatever life I had before, it was filled with darkness. And if I kept pulling at this thread, I might un
"There's nothing else," the man muttered, turning his face away. Liam didn't hesitate. His fist connected with the man's jaw in a brutal punch. The man gasped, doubling over. "Man, I was broke, okay?" he wheezed. "I'm a delivery driver. I was on a job that day. I—I took something from her." My blood turned cold. "What?" "It was a necklace," he admitted. I clenched my jaw. "Where is it?" "I sold it," he mumbled. Rage flooded me. "You couldn't help me, but you could rob me?" "I thought you were dead!" he argued. " I was scared of being accused of something I didn't do!" I took a step closer. "What else did you take from me?" "Nothing! I swear! Just the necklace. You had a bracelet too, but it looked old, so I left it. I only took the chain. It was pure diamond, man, I was tempted, and I needed the money... I glared at him, fists trembling. "You stole from a dying woman. And you think 'I was tempted' is a fucking excuse?" His silence was answer enough. I clenche
Without thinking I bolted. I shoved past people, weaving through the crowded market as I chased after him. He must have seen me coming because he turned sharply, slipping between stalls and vanishing behind a cart piled high with sacks of grain.Not this time.I picked up speed, ignoring the shouts of vendors as I pushed past them. The man was fast, but I was faster. I caught a glimpse of him turning down an alley, his hoodie pulled low over his face. My pulse pounded as I rounded the corner, a road stretched ahead, and the man in the hoodie was running fast. I pushed myself to go even faster, my heart pounding in my chest. Just as I was closing in, a sudden gust of wind whooshed past me. No-not wind. A person.Liam.He sped past me with astonishing speed, closing the distance in seconds. Then, with a single swift motion, he lunged at the man, tackling him to the ground. The hooded figure hit the pavement hard with a grunt, but before he could recover, Liam had him pinned against the
I threw myself into work, pitching our fruit like it was the last thing standing between people and starvation. My voice was smooth, confident, drawing in customers with ease. Meanwhile, Liam stood there like a human statue, arms crossed, exuding silent indifference. He wasn't helping, but he wasn't exactly useless either. Because, as much as he tried to ignore them, he was attracting attention.Mostly from girls.Teenagers giggled behind their hands, stealing glances at him. Young women hovered nearby, pretending to browse while sneaking shameless looks in his direction. His presence alone was enough to pull people in, but I made sure none of them left empty-handed.If they wanted to stand there gawking, fine—but they were going to pay for it. Every lingering stare? A sale. Every whispered giggle? Another crate gone. I used their fascination to my advantage, flashing my best smile and making sure they walked away with something in their hands.And then she appeared.A brunette, dress
It was market day, as usual. We were supposed to sell the fruits today. But there was a problem. Evans wasn't feeling well, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. Good—now he knows his place. Mr. Marlow was around, his truck already filled and ready to go, and so was ours. Like I said, there was a problem. The real problem was that Liam and I had to go together. Just the two of us. I stared at the truck, dreading the thought of hours trapped in that small space with him. No distractions. No escape. Just the tension crackling between us like a live wire, ready to snap at the slightest touch. Liam didn't look thrilled either. His expression was unreadable, but his movements were stiff, controlled—like he was holding something back. Nice. Mr. Marlow glanced between us, clearly sensing the tension. "Market won't wait, you know," he said, adjusting his hat. Without a word, Liam climbed into the driver's seat. I took my time getting in, making a show of adjusting my seatbelt even though I di
Days passed. Then weeks. I didn't speak to Liam. He didn't speak to me. We existed in the same space, but we may as well have been on different planets. And I preferred it that way.The moment he walked away that night, leaving me standing in the dark with his words clinging to my skin like a burn, I made a choice.Liam was my enemy now.Not someone to taunt or push for the sake of a reaction. Not someone to play with just because I could. No-this was different. This was war. So, I did what any strategist would do.I adjusted.For the next few days, I ignored Liam completely. No glances. No taunts. No games. If he was in the room, I looked past him. If he spoke, I pretended I didn't hear. He wanted to act like I didn't exist? Fine. Two could play that game. But staying still wasn't an option.I needed a distraction, something to channel the energy buzzing beneath my skin. Something that didn't involve him.So, I threw myself into work. I woke up before sunrise and spent the mornings
I followed Liam back to the truck without a word, sliding into the passenger seat as he started the engine. He didn't even wait for Trevor and Greg. I knew we were leaving without them, and I also knew why. He Just started the engine and pulled onto the road, his grip on the wheel tight, his jaw locked.I bit back a smirk. He was pissed.Good.The night air rushed in through the open window, cooling my skin as I leaned back, watching him from the corner of my eye. He hadn't said a word since he saw me back there, legs spread, lips parted -not in pleasure, but in control. And the best part? He knew exactly what I was doing.I played him. Just like he accused me of before. Calculating, manipulative, always two steps ahead. He said it like it was a bad thing. But I never denied it.Jack was never going to touch me, not really. He was nothing more than a pawn, an easy piece to move across the board. The real game was Liam.And he walked right into it.He thinks he walked away? That he ign
As we finished loading everything into the truck, Greg leaned against the side and asked, "Where are your parents?"Liam rolled his shoulders. "They'll come alone." His face twisted slightly, like he was regretting the thought of what his parents were probably doing right now. I couldn't help but smile."Let's go," Liam said, hopping into the driver's seat.I climbed in, taking the back seat with Greg, while Trevor claimed the passenger side. As soon as I settled in, Greg leaned in slightly and sniffed. "Damn, you smell nice."I pulled back, giving him a look. "Are you a dog?"He grinned. "I'm a dog for you, baby.""Eww. Just wait till I tell Jane," Trevor teased from the front.Greg scoffed. "Bro, there's nothing going on between us."Trevor snorted. "Yeah, like I didn't see you banging her yesterday."Greg shrugged. "So what? We fucked, and that was it. She doesn't want anything serious. She came for the dick, and I gave her what she wanted.""Oh my God, can you guys stop?" I groane
It was past six in the evening, and the town was bustling with excitement. Tonight was the Annual Town Fair, and preparations were in full swing. Ella had explained everything to me—there would be music, dancing, and all kinds of activities. It was like Christmas, except the decorations weren't just green and red.Ella had spent the entire day cooking, filling her stall with a variety of food and wine. She was proud of her work, and honestly, so was I. I loved food, so it was safe to say I'd be sticking around her stall most of the night.Evans was performing tonight—actually, he, Ella, and some of the older townsfolk had put together a dance they used to do when they were young. I had gone to one of their rehearsals and nearly died laughing at their outdated moves. I knew I wouldn't stop laughing when they performed it tonight."Sara, I need your help!" Ella called from downstairs.I stepped down to assist her, only to find her standing in front of a mirror, adjusting the black gown
Beep. Beep. Beep.The sound drilled into my skull like an alarm I couldn't snooze. My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, my body heavy like I'd been hit by a truck—or maybe an entire army of them. Everything ached.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the blinding fluorescent lights. White walls. A hospital bed. Machines blinking beside me.Okay... I was definitely in a hospital."Can you hear me?"The voice came from a man standing way too close to my face. I squinted, trying to make sense of his blurred features. He was holding something—oh. A flashlight.Before I could react, he flicked it straight into my eyes. "What the hell, man? You trying to blind me?" I snapped, instinctively jerking my head away.The guy—who I now realized was a doctor—chuckled. "That's a good sign.""Says the man trying to burn my retinas."Behind him, a woman in a nurse's uniform smiled as she scribbled something on a clipboard. They didn't seem particularly horrified by my presence, which mean...
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