LOGINTobias looks at me for a long moment before his face softens entirely. He steps forward, wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a firm, protective hug. "It's fine, Sydney. I'm not offended. I am only concerned about your well-being. That is all." I lean my head against his
My breath completely leaves my body. Owen is lying flat on his side in the dirt, his suit completely shredded and caked in dark mud. He is drenched in rain, his face deathly pale, and a deep laceration on his temple is actively pooling dark blood into the earth. His eyes are closed, his body limp
I slam the front doors behind me, the sound echoing through the empty foyer like a gunshot as I duck through the rain into my car. The police have already hauled Camille away in the back of a cruiser, her pathetic, weeping face pressed against the glass. I should rest like Tobias said I should, but
My heart drops into my stomach. Sitting in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel with a rabid, white-knuckled intensity, is Georgia. Her face is completely unhinged, her eyes wide and manic as she glares right through the window at me. "Oh my god," I breathe out, my voice cracking. "Tobi
I push open the double doors of my mother’s mansion, stepping out onto the grand stone portico as a weight lifts off my shoulders. The air is fresh, though wet, as rain slashes against the concrete, turning the gravel driveway into a shimmering sheet of grey water. I pull the collar of my suit jac
"You fucking wicked piece of trash!" I storm into the room, my heart galloping and my vision blurring as I zero in on her. Camille jumps a mile into the air, her face turning a shade of pale as she drops her phone onto the rug, her eyes widening in horror. "Sydney!" she stammers, quickly scramblin
I hate new beginnings. But that's what I need right now. I moved into a smaller apartment and put a good distance between Deckard and I, and I can't believe how happy I am. This new space is small but it's mine. Everything is picked out by me, and there are no lies behind these walls, that's for s
No matter how tough I've been acting, this shit hurts like hell. Seeing it over and over that the man you once loved has never had you in heart is devastating. The tears just keep coming, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Damn him! Damn her! Damn everybody! Knowing that they were creepi
Ding! The sound of the café bell has me looking up, and when I spot the man that walks through the doors, I stand up immediately. Nicholas Chase was my senior back in school, and one of my good supporters back when my acting career took a negative hit that forced me into a hiatus. His black hair
"What?" "I want a divorce," I repeat. Deckard remains frozen, staring at me as if I’ve suddenly started speaking a foreign language. His eyes search my face, looking for the crack, the moment where I’ll break into a sob and tell him I didn't mean it. Then, he chuckles. "Oh, don't be dramatic, no







