Two Billionaires Begged Me To Come Back

The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years.

She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt.

I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over.

I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands.

"Lucas, I've liked you for so long!"

I felt his body go rigid.

He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze.

It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross.

I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest.

He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low.

"What did you just say? That you like me?"

"Say it again."

"If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."

My mind went blank.

The bouquet of roses I'd carefully picked out tumbled to the ground.

I was shaking from head to toe, my teeth chattering.

"N-no, that's not — I got the wrong person..."

My voice came out barely above a whisper.

But Dominic just laughed — a dark, amused grin that dripped with menace.

He caged me between himself and the basketball hoop, his hot breath fanning over my ear.

"Wrong person?"

"Then tell me — this 'Lucas' you're looking for, what does he look like?"

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I just stared down at the tips of my shoes.

"He... he's also wearing a white T-shirt."

"Hah."

Dominic let out a mocking scoff.

He lifted his hand, gripping my chin, forcing my face up toward his.

"Then take a good look. Who am I?"

I was forced to meet his eyes — black as an abyss, churning with emotions I couldn't begin to read.

"Dom... Dominic Blackwood."

"Good. Remember that."

He gave a satisfied nod. Then, right there in front of everyone passing by, he bent down and picked up the roses from the ground.

"Nice flowers. I'll keep them."

"No, you can't —"

Before I could finish, I spotted someone walking toward us in the distance.

It was Lucas.

The real Lucas Sterling.

He was wearing a white T-shirt identical to Dominic's, tall and composed, with an air of cool detachment.

He saw me tangled up with Dominic, and his footsteps faltered.

In those eyes — always so calm, so indifferent — a flash of something I'd never seen before: disappointment, and an icy coldness.

My heart felt like it had been stabbed by a needle.

Dominic clearly noticed where I was looking.

He followed my gaze, then deliberately pulled me closer against him.

He flashed Lucas a provocative smirk.

"What are you looking at?"

"She's mine."

Lucas's gaze lingered on my face for less than a second before it moved