LOGINSix years ago, Betty Cooper thought marrying billionaire Nathaniel Blackwell would be her fairytale ending. Instead, it became her prison. He blames her for ruining his life and for the scandal that cost him the love of his life. She blames herself for still loving a man who only looks at her with hate. “How long will you punish me?” I whisper through clenched teeth. “Six years, Nathaniel… isn’t that enough?” His eyes burn through me as he spits back, “You cost me the most important thing in my life when you drugged me that night, Betty. And I’m going to make sure you lose something just as important before I’m done with you.” But when the truth finally comes out, and Nathaniel realizes he’s been wrong all along, it might already be too late. Because this time, Betty’s not the one begging for love… He is.
View MoreBETTYI begin to pace frantically in front of the headstone, my chest tight and burning, feeling like a trapped animal."You don't have to believe me right now," Nathaniel says, his voice dropping into a low, steady vow that cuts through the hot air. "But I am going to spend the rest of my miserable life proving to you that I do actually love you. And when I realized it doesn't matter. It just matters that I did." He pauses, a devastating crack fracturing his voice. "Even if I realized it too late."I stop pacing, and I turn to him, my chest heaving."Yes. You did." I slowly turn my head, looking down at the cold granite of my mother's grave before lifting a trembling finger and pointing directly at the stone."Do you know what the girl who stood here less than a year ago would have done for you?" I whisper, the anger finally giving way to a crushing, hollow grief. “She would have given up her entire soul to hear you say those words. She prayed for it. Begged God for it."The dam insi
BETTYThe words don’t just hang in the air between us; they suck the oxygen entirely out of the atmosphere, leaving the entire cemetery plunged into a vacuum.The faint rustle of the wind through the oak trees vanishes, and the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun suddenly goes ice-cold against my skin.My lungs are completely paralyzed, as I stare up at him, my eyes wide and unblinking, my mind violently glitching.I am waiting for the punchline.So I stare at his mouth, bracing myself for the cruel, arrogant sneer to return. I wait for the cruel tilt of his lips, for him to point a finger at my chest and laugh. I expect him to tell me how gullible I am, to say just kidding, and remind me exactly how pathetic it is that I would ever believe a man like him could love a woman like me.But the sneer never comes, nor the laugh or the finger pointing.I look deeper into his hazel eyes, and what I see there completely terrifies me. There is no mockery. There is no arrogant armor. His face
BETTYMy eyes narrow into sharp slits. I shake my head, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping me. "What do you mean you don't know? It is your flash drive, isn't it? My question is, what the hell are those pictures? And why do you have them?"He swallows again, lifting a heavy hand to run his fingers anxiously through his dark hair."It is my flash drive, yes. But I didn't have those photos until recently, Betty." He drags his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes locking onto mine with a desperate intensity. "A friend of mine who was at the bachelor party sent them to my phone. He sent them the night Amanda hosted that coming-out party at the estate."My chest violently tightens. I yank myself backward, putting distance between us.I was right. It was a game. Amanda was busy announcing their grand engagement to the world, and his billionaire friends were sending him pictures of the waitress he had conquered as a joke.Nathaniel sees the realization wash over my face, and he jolts forwa
BETTYI was halfway between Rhys’s apartment and the hospital when I froze on the sidewalk.My fingers gripped the silver flash drive in my pocket so tightly they ached after spending the last ten minutes rapidly constructing a barrage of furious questions to scream at Nathaniel.But every single one of them ultimately circled back to a single, impossible contradiction: How did we go from an undeniable, intoxicating connection... to him looking at me like I was a disease? It did not make sense.Suddenly, the confrontation felt like walking unarmed into a minefield. So I turned around and headed to the one place where I could think straight. Somewhere I hadn't been in a while.Now, I am sitting in the dirt at the cemetery, my back pressed hard against the cold, unyielding granite of my mother’s headstone.The afternoon sun has reached its absolute apex. It beats down mercilessly on the back of my neck, making the heavy black fabric of the hoodie cling to my sweating skin.I close my ey
BETTYWe step out of the car into the cool night air to stretch our legs, both of us needing a moment to recover after that ridiculous make-out session.The sky above us is clear, scattered with stars, and for the first time all evening, the world feels quiet.I stretch myself along the hood of Rhy
NATHANIELThe phone buzzes in my pocket just as I reach the front doors of the mansion.I hesitate, my hand lingering on the handle while the vibration continues against my thigh, steady and insistent.I consider ignoring it entirely because the last thing I want right now is a conversation I don’t
NATHANIELChris chuckles beside me. “Don’t mind him. He’s had a few too many.”Daphne nods in agreement.I take the second shot, and this time I fail entirely at hiding the burn, which earns laughter from all of them. I should have probably just stayed home.“Anyway,” Chris says, settling back, “it’
NATHANIELGlasses meet one another constantly throughout the hall, the sound carrying above polite conversation and carefully measured laughter between guests.Most of the faces surrounding me remain unfamiliar, even though they stand on my family’s estate, their comfort obvious.Amanda’s family an


















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