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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Holiday Truth
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nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Eight: The Harrison Estate
"If this is what your 'starter home' looks like, I’m quitting fashion to become a full-time Harrison," Chris breathed, his mouth practically hanging open as the Jeep rolled past the massive, wrought-iron gates.The drive to the Harrison estate hadn't even taken an hour, but the second we crossed onto the private, tree-lined estate, it felt like entering a completely different country. A sprawling, modern-classic stone mansion stretched out against the clear blue sky, framed by manicured lawns, marble fountains, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows that practically screamed old money.Dom glanced in the rearview mirror, a small, amused smirk playing on his lips. "It's just the family house, Chris. Don't embarrass me.""Embarrass you?!" Bianca squeaked from the back seat next to Chris, her phone already pulled out and aimed at the windshield. "Dom, this isn't a house, this is a five-star resort! Look at the lighting over that courtyard! Kelsey, move your head, I need an aesthetic stor
nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Seven: The Four-Letter Word
The late afternoon sun spilled into my bedroom through the high loft windows, painting the wooden floor in warm, honey-gold light. The smell of paint thinner and coffee still lingered faintly in the air, but for the first time in days, the suffocating knot in my chest was completely gone. I sat cross-legged on my bed, leaning against a pile of plush velvet pillows, with my laptop resting on my lap. The screen chimed as the FaceTime video call connected, and my mom’s familiar, warm face popped up in crisp high-definition. "There’s my big star!" my mom greeted, grinning warmly from her sunny kitchen back home. "Or should I say, my favorite little fugitive?" "Mom, please don't call me that," I groaned, laughing softly as I hid my face in my hands. "It was an administrative dismissal. No criminal record, I promise." "I know, honey. I’m just glad you’re safe," she said, her expression softening into that deep, maternal affection that always made me feel ten years younger. "And I
nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Six: Neon on the Concrete
Kelsey’s POVThe holding cell at the city precinct smelled of floor cleaner, stale coffee, and cold iron.My hands were still stained with streaks of neon pink spray paint, my knuckles raw, my hair a windblown mess. The initial rush of adrenaline—that terrifying, intoxicating high of slashing through Lumen’s display and spraying chaotic letters across their pristine glass—had completely faded, leaving behind a cold, trembling reality.I was sitting on a narrow wooden bench, my legs pulled up to my chest. Beside me, Dom was leaning back against the cinderblock wall, looking absurdly unbothered for someone who had just been booked for criminal vandalism. He was still wearing his fitted black shirt with the top buttons undone, the dark sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms speckled with jet-black paint."Stop biting your lip, Vance," Dom murmured, his low, gravelly voice echoing softly in the small cell. He didn't shift away; his shoulder remained pressed firmly agains
nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Five: Paint and Ashes
The silence inside Loft 4B was a physical weight, pressing against my chest until I could barely draw air. Chris was right; Bianca needed space, and standing in the hallway staring at her locked bedroom door was only going to drive the wedge deeper.Chris gave my shoulder one last comforting squeeze before retreating to the kitchen to clean up. I threw on an oversized sweater, grabbed my bag, and slipped out the door quietly.Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of Dom’s high-rise apartment building.When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, I didn't even have to knock. Dom opened the door before my hand reached the dark wood. He had traded his sharp suit from yesterday for a simple, fitted black T-shirt and dark grey sweatpants. His dark curls were messy, falling over his forehead, and his blue eyes scanned my blotchy, tear-stained face with a quiet, immediate intensity.He didn't ask a single question. He didn't tell me to cheer up. He just reached out, wrapped a b
nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Four: The Cost of Choosing
The quiet inside the Jeep was heavy, thick with everything we weren't saying. The morning sun had cleared the storm, casting pale golden light across the dashboard as the highway blurred past us. It wasn't even a three-hour drive back to the city, but every minute felt stretched thin. Dom kept one hand on the steering wheel, his dark curls slightly messy, his jaw set in a quiet, grounded focus. Neither of us brought up last night. Neither of us said a word about Room 408, the dim amber light, or the absolute explosion of heat when his mouth had met mine. But my body hadn't forgotten a single second of it. Every time the Jeep hit a small bump in the road, my breath hitched, my skin still tingling with the phantom weight of his hands on my waist. I could still feel the slide of his long fingers in my hair, the low, rough growl against my lips, and the terrifying, intoxicating way he had rolled us back onto that mattress. It hadn't been fake. It hadn't been a game. And that w
nineteen and unravelling Chapter Forty-Three: The Rain on the Glass
The heavy mahogany door of the gallery washroom shut behind me, but it couldn't drown out the roaring ringing in my ears. I leaned back against the wall, my knuckles white as I gripped my phone so hard the metal edges bit into my skin. The glowing screen was a nightmare. On one tab, the Lumen Studios campaign post was blowing up, my face tagged in front of tens of thousands of people, my follower count ticking upward like a broken slot machine. On the other tab, Chris’s texts sat like poisonous venom: Chris: You bitch. Chris: You absolute sly, selfish bitch. Chris: Lumen Studios just dropped the campaign. You signed behind our backs? While Bianca was crying in the living room over her family? Chris: Don't bother coming back to the loft. We're packing your shit. My stomach churned, a cold, sickening wave of nausea crashing over me. He couldn't actually kick me out—my mom had paid the lease on that loft for the entire year—but that wasn't the point. Chris was furious. He wa
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