There are two types of secrets in life: the ones we choose to hide from others and those we choose to hide from ourselves.
Secrets reveal themselves eventually. Hearts heal, but sometimes, they’re forced to break… again.
I was sick and tired of the pressure my family put on me. It’s what happens when your older brother is a self-made billionaire.
And the whole falling in love thing… screw it. Been there, done that. So, I took a trip to figure out my life.
Until she walked into the bar, and I spent the whole weekend forgetting my life back home before she existed…
My life is a mess. Correction: my mother and her whole fake marriage was a mess. I was desperate to leave it all behind. So, I left the country and pretended I was someone else.
Like the night I entered the bar and called myself Olivia—at least, to the hot guy at the bar. Then we had that weekend, the best weekend of my life.
When Monday came, I fled. Months later, he’s standing inside the kitchen of my stepfather’s home.
It turns out we shared the same best friend. The same girl both of us had been running from…