WESTLEY

IT’D HAD BEEN bugging me for weeks, but I couldn’t ruin the things we've already started. The story was also important to me. I knew what would happen when Austen mentioned about his painting, and he made me promise to tell Clyve before the book launching, but I never imagined that day would be tonight, and I just ruined the best night of his life.

Clyve stared at me, his gaze was vicious. “Come again?”

I felt my throat choke up. I still gathered all my power to explain since I already blew the bomb right in front of his face. “It was a part of the deal. As...