Love Was the Lie — The North Shore Chat

saying in that careless voice that he hadn't decided how to deal with me yet when I opened my eyes again I thought I was still dreaming Luca was sitting by the bed one arm around me and his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and rare anxiety sharpened his face be good open your mouth my throat burned too

hadley for me to resist i could only let him feed me spoonful after spoonful the medicine was bitter he lowered a glass to my lips drink some water once the fever breaks you'll feel his voice was gentle enough to sound real if i hadn't died once i probably would have wavered again i closed my eyes and let myself sink back into sleep when i woke again only one wall lamp

was on the fever had broken but my body still felt weak no one sat beside the bed only a phone on the nightstand kept vibrating. It was Luca's private phone. I shouldn't have looked, but the group chat name popping up on the screen stabbed straight into my eyes. North Shore Club. That was Luca's private chat with his closest men. In my last life,

it was in front of those same men that I had heard the joke that destroyed me. I reached out and picked up the phone. Messages kept appearing. Luca, hell of a performance today. Heard Elena had a fever and you ditched a shipment worth nine figures at the docks, then blew through a dozen red lights to get back to the estate.

date? Be honest. You're not actually into the little sister, are you? Same here. If this is