"Felicity, I’m back. Come to my place after school, there’s something I need to tell you."

During a class break, Felicity Grant received a text from her beloved Ethan Blake. She rolled her eyes, but a hint of blush climbed up her flawless cheeks. He finally came back from overseas, yet didn’t go home first—probably fought with Mr. Blake again. Still, she didn't hesitate and simply texted back, "Okay."

When school ended, she hopped in a cab and went straight to Ethan’s apartment. But just as she stepped out of the elevator, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure entering before her—Cassandra? What was her sister doing here?

Feeling confused, she approached the door, which was left slightly ajar. Cassandra’s usual arrogant voice floated out from inside.

"Are you gonna tell her, or should I?"

"Don’t push me, Cassandra... She’s your sister. Just give me a little time, alright?"

Ethan’s voice—gentle as always—made Felicity’s heart skip a beat. She raised her hand, wanting to knock, but froze at her sister’s next words. And just like that, her world collapsed.

"Ethan Blake, you’ve gone too far! It’s been a year, how much more time do you want me to wait? Watch you get all lovey-dovey with that girl? We’re the ones who are in love. And... I might be pregnant."

Felicity nearly let out a scream. Her wide, teary eyes went dull like all the light got sucked out. That was the man she had loved for three years. And that was her own sister. How could they do this to her? Together?

"I love you, Ethan. Don’t leave me..."

"I’m sorry, Cassandra. I’ll take responsibility, I swear. I’ll talk to Felicity right away. I love you too. I never meant to hurt you..."

Their passionate confessions, her silent heartbreak. Just a moment ago, Felicity thought she was the happiest girl alive—cared for by her dad, cherished by her sister, and loved deeply by Ethan. But now? Her whole world flipped, drained of color. Everything beautiful turned out to be a lie. And she was the leftover.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and fled, her steps frantic and messy. She ran so fast she tripped over a flower pot and cried out as pain shot up her leg—but even that didn’t compare to the ache tearing through her heart.

She didn’t have the strength to confront them. All she knew was, once again, she’d been abandoned.

Back inside, still playing their twisted lovers' drama, Cassandra heard the commotion outside. Her eyes drifted to the half-open door, and a subtle, sinister smile tugged at her lips...

Felicity wandered through the streets, tears streaming down her face.

The city pulsed with noise and chaos on one side, while she stood alone on the other, drowning in her misery.

She cried until there was nothing left to cry. Looking up at the glimmering, heartless neon lights, the whole place felt foreign and ice-cold. She’d been deserted by her mom as a baby and left at her dad’s doorstep. Luckily, he had given her a happy childhood and the title of Miss Grant. But now? All of that had shattered completely.

A booming bass thumped from the nearby bar like it was mocking her pain, making her broken world even more unreal.“That’s the one. Move quickly, don’t let anyone see you!”

Though people were approaching, Felicity Grant stayed curled up in her thoughts, heartbroken and completely unaware.

“Mmm… mmm!”

In the next instant, a hand clamped over her mouth, and someone easily hefted her up, throwing her into a van.

“Drive. The boss is getting impatient,” one of them barked coldly. The vehicle roared to life and sped off like a bolt.

“Who… Who are you people? What do you want from me?”

Felicity struggled, finally managing to shove away an arm and shrink toward the edge of the seat. Her big eyes shimmered with fear. She looked completely helpless, and for a brief second, one of the men seemed to hesitate. But the order had been given.

“Shut up! Just do as you’re told!” the man growled at her.

If Logan Kane had known this girl would one day become the one to give him orders without flinching, maybe he’d have controlled his temper just a little. Too bad hindsight doesn’t help in the moment.

She glanced around the vehicle. Two or three guys sat there, all with a look in their eyes that sent chills down her spine—like something straight out of a cop drama. It hit her then—being betrayed wasn’t enough, now life had to throw in a kidnapping too?

Felicity wanted to scream, wanted to call the cops, but the looks they were giving her were enough to freeze her in place. Their eyes were like loaded guns—cold, glaring, deadly.

About fifteen minutes later, the van skidded to a stop in front of a villa. The night was too dark for her to see much, but before she could get her bearings, someone grabbed her again.

She caught a glimpse of marble floors and ornate walls before being shoved into a room. The door slammed shut and locked behind her.

The air reeked of unfamiliar cologne and something else she couldn’t place. Everything around her screamed stranger, and she felt like a lamb tossed into a freezing wilderness, left at the mercy of something dangerous.

The room was pitch black.

She held her breath, and then… there it was. Breathing. Low. Uneven.

“W-Who’s there? What do you want from me?” Her voice trembled. Whoever it was… had to be the "boss" they mentioned.

Before she even finished speaking, something—or someone—darted toward her.

The next thing she knew, she was thrown onto the bed.

The shock of landing knocked the air out of her. Suddenly, a heavy presence pinned her down. She could feel the warmth of a chest above her, trembling, labored.

Instinctively, Felicity clenched her fists and shoved them against him.

“Let go of me! Who the hell are you?”

No answer.

In a quick, chilling move, her wrists were locked in place. His cold lips crashed down onto hers, demanding and rough, with no sign of restraint—just a need to release whatever he was holding inside.

Dominic Frost’s mind was slipping fast.

Damn it. Someone had drugged him. He’d make them pay for this. They wanted to use this dirty trick to control him? Not a chance.

Her delicate scent was like gasoline to his fire—too much, too tempting.

He told himself he’d make it right later, that he’d repay her, whatever it took. For now, the only thing he could do was drown in whatever this drug was doing to him.

His lips, cool at first, now burned as they lingered against hers, drawn to her like a moth to flame.

The drug hijacked his every thought, stripping reason away bit by bit. All he could smell, all he could feel, was her. Addictive. Irresistible. And he couldn’t stop.