Aliya’s POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?

My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.

I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.

I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I...