His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance

Haye

arried on the wind, echoes in the empty halls of my min

them. It was the kind of thing I knew they would say. Dillon and Et

er, Doris, for his own mother's suicide. A misplaced rage, redirected, and intensified, squarely onto me. He saw me as the li

ould finally find a place here. The open hostility from Ethan had dulled, replaced by a chilling indifferen

nging. I thought if I was good enough, if I worked hard enough

y had only planned a more ela

tle touches, his soft words, his promises, were real. I let myself fall.

I was so incr

ts, whispered dreams, and now, it was clear, a toxic bond that I could never pene

ed him. I had ove

n my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. T

ampagne clinging to my clothes. The university gala had been a blur. Dillon had pli

lt was a crus

b than ever before. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my phone.

, my voice hoarse. "It's Je

thing in my work, a raw talent that even I hadn't fully recognized.

?" His voice was cal

g over each other. "I need to get out of here. Is t

n the other end. "J

Just tell me if it's possible. I'll explain

ossible. It would take some strings, some accelera

d, a desperate plea in my v

smoother, I knew. He had the power, the influence,