Aliya’s POV

“Happy New Year to me, I guess.” I let out a deep sigh, gripping the wheel tighter as I drove back home.

From the start, I believe I had mentioned that being a Van Alen wasn’t easy. Maybe I even underestimated my own words and how far people would go for their hidden desires.

Imagine almost getting killed by someone you once called a friend. I’ve gone through betrayal from nearly everyone I loved, but never have I faced someone trying to take my life. This wasn’t just betrayal; it was attempted murder, and no matter how hard I try to remember the good in my friendship with...