ng gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detach

now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a

row, and his pristine, wrinkle-free white shirt. Most of all, she hated that

voice. "I came for one thing. Tell me

you do t

sor

a beat before utteri

alt rubbed into Chloe's bleeding heart. The pain

shell of herself. Liam watched her lonely, retreating figure. Despite the ice in his

of her," Li

r today, Liam. Since you chose to throw her awa

ng apart, a raw, gut-wrenching sound that filled the car. Justin said nothing and

Wate

ushed in, mixing with the rhythmic sound of waves crashing

ing. Only when her tears finally ran dry di

don Jay's younger sister. She and Liam grew up together. Seven years

new tha

was the leverage used to keep Brandon and Liam in line. Liam spent years searching fo

't known a

od swee

Jay. Brando

ears, Liam had lived a lie, and

f-deprecating laugh. Her tears fell like rain on white petals-a sight that would break anyone's heart. "I was the o

uilt in his eyes. She saw debt. She even

For six years, she was the only one playing for ke

her life on Liam's loyalty. She had told them he would make he

e, I'm sorry. I've failed you. But the truth i

side through the madness, the darkness, and the climb to the

t memories were now revealed to be nothing m

gets there first." Chloe's voice was a ghost of itself. "With one

I fell for his 'devotion' hook, line, and sinker. I loved him with everyth

Liam had played the part of the perfect, honorable gentleman. He insisted on waiting until their wedding

d trembling. "He didn't refuse to touch me because I was

ears were no longer enough. Chlo

was beginning to leak through. "You lost him, but you still have us. You have

shoulder and closed her eyes, exhausted

ired. Truly,

low and steady did he dare to lift a finger, gently tracing

ry of

eep. In her dreams, her past wit

thrown her a massive, glittering birthday gala. H

shops were a one-child family, her father, Charles, was worried she wouldn't be able to carry the weigh

lcony that night, scanning the crowd of boys aged

triking teenager. "What about him? Out of a

. "That's a boy from the Grayson family. But the Grayson

expressionless face. Even at nineteen, he possessed a maturity far beyond his years. He was t

er had grown up under cold glares and hushed whispers.

nother candidate. "What about him? They say he's a Ma

ed. "A Martin

ing under the

nally spot

jade. With the white magnolia blossoms above him, he looked like a painting brou

rles's fro

fully. "I heard he's top of his class.

ituation is even worse than the Graysons. Beside