Josh clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. The whispers around him were deafening. "Look at him—same pathetic loser as...

Theo’s grip tightened on Ayla’s wrist. “I rejected you. So why can’t I let you go?” She met his gaze,...

Anastasia glared at Caius. “Three hundred sixty-five days. Then we go our separate ways.” He smirked, stepping closer. “And if...