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 i***t—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 didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually li
