Matthew Lockwood and Adrian Thorne were born rivals, competing for everything from love to business. When their families arrange an engagement between Matthew’s sister and Adrian, Matthew vows to stop it at all costs. But as secrets unravel, including Adrian’s dangerous Mafia ties and the hidden truth behind the engagement, Matthew finds himself drawn to the one man he’s spent his life hating. In a world of lies, betrayal, and passion, Matthew must decide: can he trust the man who’s both his enemy and his obsession? And when the lines between love and revenge blur, will Matthew survive the deadly game they’re playing? The game has only just begun...
View MoreThe night spun out of control in the most unexpected way. As I lay there, the remnants of our heated passion clung to my mind. It felt surreal—yet deeply satisfying—as if I had crossed a line I never imagined I would. And somehow, I didn’t regret it. Adrian and I had never gone that far. We fought, hurled insults, pushed each other’s buttons—but this? This changed everything. It wasn’t just a kiss or even the raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fact that, for once, I was sober. And I wanted it. That truth slammed into me like a freight train. The feeling felt so unfamiliar. I’d always claimed to be straight. Women have always been my preference. I built my life around that certainty. But in those moments with Adrian, my resolve crumbled, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I didn’t understand it. It wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like this. But the second his lips touched mine, I craved him with a hunger I couldn’t explain. I remembered how he kissed me—better than
Matthew's POV Confusion struck me like a thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a sunlit afternoon—unexpected, brutal, and relentless. It crashed over me, flooding my sanity, blurring the lines between what I knew and what I thought I knew. One moment, everything made sense. Next, I was drowning in betrayal, every breath harder than the last. My feet refused to move, rooted to the floor like I’d turned to stone. I watched them—Adrian and Lily—wrapped in a moment that should’ve never existed. A living, breathing portrait of everything I feared.His hand brushed hers.So simple. So damning.When Adrian’s gaze collided with mine through the crowd, my lungs clenched, useless. He didn’t look away fast enough to spare me the devastation, nor long enough to explain himself. But even that fraction of a second stole the air from my chest. The world shrank to nothing but the sound of blood roaring in my ears, like a tidal wave crashing inward.He didn't flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just turn
I wasn’t prepared for the wave of familiarity that crashed over me the moment I stepped into the event hall. It hit hard—like a tide I didn’t see coming. The soft lighting overhead casts a golden hue across the room, making everything feel strangely dreamlike. Faces I hadn’t seen in years filled the space, some aged by time’s quiet touch, others still clinging to the same goofy, untamed energy they wore in high school. The smell of perfume and cologne mingled with the faint scent of polished floors and catered appetizers, adding to the sensory overload.Laughter rang out from various corners, a backdrop to the hum of overlapping conversations and the occasional cheer erupting from those sudden, emotional reunions. It felt surreal—like I had walked into a memory that had been playing on repeat somewhere far back in my mind, and now, suddenly, I was living in it.I stood there, rooted in place, caught off guard by how easily the past had found me. I knew, on paper, that this event was a
I froze mid-step, heart seizing with a sudden, unexpected pang of guilt.It clawed through me out of nowhere—the realization that I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends in what felt like forever. Not just days. Weeks, maybe. Time had blurred together, slipping past while I’d been caught up in my own mess. I hadn’t noticed how far I’d drifted, how silent I’d become. And now, the silence wasn’t just mine—it had infected everything.What if they thought I’d abandoned them? Ignored them on purpose? Worse—what if they were angry? Hurt?A coil of panic tightened in my chest as I snatched my phone from where it lay buried under a twisted mess of sheets and blankets on my unmade bed. The screen lit up harshly, and I squinted at the brightness, blinking against the sting. My thumb moved quickly, muscle memory guiding me straight to the group chat.Silence.A wide, empty silence. Like stepping into a room after a fight—thick, tense, and echoing with unspoken things.Matthew: Group is dead silent.
Matthew's POV As soon as the car came to a halt, Adrian stepped out without a word. The door closed behind him with a dull, final click that seemed to echo louder than it should’ve. I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place, my gaze fixed blankly on the dashboard, the soft glow of the controls blurring as my thoughts spiraled. My hands lay loosely clasped in my lap, unmoving, almost lifeless. A knot of confusion tightened in my chest, thick and unrelenting.Had I said something wrong? Something that pushed him away?I tried to trace the thread backward, hunting for the moment when the shift occurred—the second his mood had changed, when the air in the car grew colder, heavier. But nothing screamed out. No harsh words. No sarcasm. Nothing but an invisible wall that had suddenly risen between us, silent and immovable.The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like a weighted blanket I hadn’t asked for. It sat on my shoulders, in my lungs, in my bones. My mind looped the last part of
I slid into the car and shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing a little too loudly in the quiet. The atmosphere inside felt... different. Heavy. Stifling, even. My hands fumbled over my lap as I settled into the seat, trying to look composed, but the truth was far from it. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable; it wasn’t the kind you slip into with someone you trust. No—this silence had sharp edges, pressing against my skin, suffocating me inch by inch. On ordinary days, I wouldn’t have given a damn. I’d have cracked a joke, leaned back, and ignored whatever tension lingered in the air. But right now? My heart was beating like a warning drum, and I couldn’t keep my mind from spiraling. A born flirt. A professional heartbreaker. My jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as I stared at him. If he kissed me like that—so deep, so sure, like I was the only one that mattered—how many others had tasted those lips before me? How many girls had been pulled into that orbit only t
Matthew's POV I’m good for nothing. The thought didn’t just pass through my mind—it echoed, ricocheting off every corner of my skull like a relentless curse I couldn’t shut out. It thundered louder than any voice in the room, more piercing than any insult a stranger could hurl at me. Because these weren’t someone else’s words. They were mine. They came from somewhere deep and cruel inside me, and what made it worse was that I believed them. Fully. Completely. Unflinchingly. I wasn’t built for responsibility—not the kind that actually mattered. Not when someone’s life was in my hands. Not when Evelyn needed more than empty promises and reckless hope. When she needed someone to stand tall and fight for her, all I gave her was blind faith in a plan that never stood a chance. What I thought I was fixing… what I believed with every fiber of my being would free her… it was never even close to a solution. It was a delusion. A poorly dressed wound, hidden under a threadbare excuse for
Matthew's POV We arrived at the counter, and just as I expected, the receptionist’s eyes lit up the moment they landed on him. It wasn’t subtle. Her expression shifted in an instant—like a gray sky suddenly split open by sunlight. Her posture straightened, her entire face animated with a kind of dazed reverence, like she had trained her whole life just for this moment—to smile at him and no one else. I watched her too closely. The way her lashes lowered as she blinked, slow and deliberate, like each movement was an invitation. The way her lips curled upward when she greeted him, voice coated in syrup, rich and golden, as if it had been sweetened just for the sound of his name. I hated it. I hated every saccharine second of it. Why does everyone act like he’s some rare celestial being? Like his presence alone is a blessing from the gods—charming, effortless, perfect? Why is it only me who feels this visceral, burning heat when he walks into a room? Not awe. Not delight. Just this
Matthew's POV A sharp, throbbing pain exploded behind my eyes as consciousness clawed its way back into me like a beast with bloodied nails. My head pounded in time with my pulse, each thud a reminder that I was alive—but barely. My limbs felt foreign, weighted with a heaviness that went beyond exhaustion. It was as if I'd been broken apart and carelessly reassembled, every joint out of place, every nerve flaring in protest. Like I’d been dragged through hell on my back and dumped here as some cruel afterthought.Every breath burned. Each inhale scraped against my ribs like broken glass, and when I tried to move—just a twitch—my muscles screamed, rebelling with a vengeance. It felt like my bones were splintered beneath the skin, barely held together by shreds of willpower and pain.A soft, fractured sound escaped my lips—a whimper, pathetic and raw. I tried to sit up. Tried to fight the weight pressing me down, to rise above it like I always had. But the second I pushed against the m
Matthew's POV The moment I stepped into the room, my eyes immediately landed on him.Adrian Throne.The son of a bitch I so much detest. He sat there, drinking and talking to this lady. She seemed as cheap as her make-up as she smiled at him cheekily.Why are all ladies like this? Why do they like men whom they are sure will break their hearts?I clenched my teeth at that thought. Anger boiled in me and the next second I was already landing a punch on his face. The sound of my fist on his face was great, but the greater impact was when the glass he held on fell on the floor and shattered."You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I kept on punching him. Ready to spoil his so-called handsome face. It's unlike me doing this, but I couldn't help."What are you doing? Stop" The lady kept shouting in nothing but fear, this little scene caused a lot of commotion. But I didn't care.I hate this bastard with everything in me.Of all the men in this world, it was him...dad chose to marry Evelyn off...
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