Masuk(SLADE'S POV)I was still in the hallway outside my father's study when my phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it out, my heart already racing, and saw her name on the screen.Makaira: Can you come back? I need to talk to you. It's important.My chest tightened. Something was wrong. I could feel it in the way she had texted. The words were simple, but there was a desperation behind them that made my stomach drop.Me: On my way.I didn't wait for a response. I was already moving, my footsteps echoing through the silent hallway. The house was dark, the only light coming from the dim sconces on the walls. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, leaving the world quiet and still.But I didn't care about the quiet. I didn't care about anything except getting to her.I reached her door and knocked softly. It opened almost immediately, and she pulled me inside before I could even say a word.The door clicked shut behind us, and she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my chest."Slad
(KAIRA'S POV)The door clicked shut behind Slade, and the silence that followed was deafening.I stood in the middle of my room, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold myself together. The warmth of his embrace was already fading, replaced by a cold knot of anxiety in my chest.Something was wrong.I could feel it. The way he had held me, the way he had said everything was going to be fine—it was too careful. Too controlled. Like he was trying to protect me from something he didn't want me to know.I wanted to run after him. To demand answers. But I knew he had to see his father. And I knew that whatever was waiting for him in that study, it wasn't going to be good.I paced the room, my mind racing.The video. Sakura. My mother's face when she looked at me. The disappointment. The anger. The fear.None of it made sense.I had told them the truth. I had stood up for Slade. I had explained what really happened. But something still felt off. Like there was more to this than just t
(SLADE'S POV)I held her for a long time.Her body was still trembling against mine, her fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground. I could feel her heartbeat through her chest, fast and uneven, and it took everything in me not to march back downstairs and demand answers from everyone who had put that fear in her eyes.But I couldn't. Not now. Not when she needed me to be here."Thank you," I whispered against her hair. "For standing up for me. For telling them the truth."She pulled back slightly, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. They were red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears, but there was strength in them. There was always strength in her."I wasn't going to let them think badly of you," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Not when I know the truth. Not when I know who you really are.""Who am I really?"She reached up, touching my cheek. "Someone who's been hurt. Someone who's scared. Someone who's try
(KAIRA'S POV)I couldn't breathe.The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pressing closer with every second that passed. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, drowning out everything else.They knew.They had to know.How could they not? The way they were looking at us—the disappointment, the anger, the hurt—it was written all over their faces.Mum was still in her travel clothes, her hair slightly disheveled like she had rushed straight here from the airport. Mr. Horton stood beside her, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He looked like a storm about to break.And then there was another figure in the corner of the room, one I hadn't noticed at first.An elderly woman with sharp eyes and silver-streaked black hair, wearing a traditional kimono. She was sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, her hands folded in her lap, her expression unreadable.I knew that face.I had seen it in old photographs, in the stories my mother used to tell me.Sakura.My p
(KAIRA'S POV)I woke up in Slade's arms.The morning sun was streaming through the curtains, casting golden light across the room. For a moment, I just lay there, letting myself soak in the feeling of being held. His arm was wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against my neck.I had never felt so safe.So completely, utterly at peace.I turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and studied his face. In sleep, he looked younger. Softer. The usual tension that lined his jaw was gone, replaced by a peaceful expression that made my heart ache.He was beautiful.And he was mine.The thought sent a thrill through me. After everything we had been through—the push and pull, the jealousy, the fear—we had finally found our way to each other. And it felt like the most natural thing in the world.---The weekend passed in a blur of perfect moments.We spent Saturday hiking through the forest, hand in hand, exploring trails I never knew existed. Slade pointe
(SLADE'S POV)I watched her sleep.The fire had died down to glowing embers, casting soft shadows across her face. She was curled up on the couch, her head resting on my chest, one hand splayed across my heart like she was trying to feel every beat.She looked peaceful. Beautiful. Like nothing in the world could ever hurt her.I wanted to keep her like this forever. Safe. Protected. Mine.My fingers traced lazy patterns through her hair, still slightly damp from her bath. She stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn't wake.I smiled.I had never been this happy. Not once in my entire life. And it terrified me.Because happiness like this could be taken away. I knew that better than anyone. Life had a cruel way of ripping the people you loved away from you, leaving nothing but memories and pain.But looking at her, feeling her warmth against me, I couldn't bring myself to care about the risk. She was worth it. She was worth every fear, every doubt, every moment o
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an







