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** "Maybe this summer I will fell in love"? My whole life fit into suitcases. New cities, new schools, new languages. My mother called it adventure. I called it exhausting. The only constant was my sister, Élise—older, calmer, and somehow able to make every place feel less temporary. This time, we landed in Marbella, Spain. And for the first time… my mother stayed. It should’ve felt good. Instead, it felt heavy, like something was waiting for us. I’m Amélie Laurent. Born in Paris, moved through New York, and now, at seventeen, standing in a place that didn’t feel like a fresh start. It felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Two weeks before summer, my mother was hired by a powerful company and given a vacation house on the De Vega estate. The family had money, influence, and a reputation people only whispered about. The estate was unreal—white stone walls, endless gardens, tall iron gates, guards, cameras, long driveways. My mother loved it. Élise and I didn’t. Worse, De Vegas didn’t even know we existed. My mother was just an employee. No daughters. No extra lives. Which made everything feel secret. Unsettling. And I was curious—especially about their sons. Staff talked about two brothers: Diego, the serious, distant one. And Marven De Vega, nineteen, cold, calculated, dangerous. The one who handled things his father didn’t want tied to the family name. Handsome, tattooed, cigarette always between his fingers, dark messy hair, sharp jaw, deep eyes that almost looked black. The kind of boy you’re supposed to stay away from. The kind of boy you don’t. That evening, Élise dragged me out. “There’s a bridge nearby,” she said. “You’ll like it.” The bridge arched over calm water, glowing under the orange-pink sunset. I sat on the edge,knees pulled close, and a breeze in my curls. For the first time since we arrived, I felt okay. Until Élise went still. She wasn’t looking at the sunset anymore. Her eyes were fixed on something behind me. “Amélie…” she whispered. And I already knew—whatever she saw was dangerous.
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Marven De Vega, nineteen, cold, calculated, dangerous. The one who handled things his father didn’t want tied to the family name. Handsome, tattooed, cigarette always between his fingers, dark messy hair, sharp jaw, deep eyes that almost looked black. The kind of boy you’re supposed to stay away from. The kind of boy you don’t.
older, calmer, listens, and very beautiful and smart.
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"Maybe this summer I will fell in love"?
My whole life fit into suitcases. New cities, new schools, new languages. My mother called it adventure. I called it exhausting. The only constant was my sister, Élise—older, calmer, and somehow able to make every place feel less temporary. This time, we landed in Marbella, Spain. And for the first time… my mother stayed. It should’ve felt good. Instead, it felt heavy, like something was waiting for us. I’m Amélie Laurent. Born in Paris, moved through New York, and now, at seventeen, standing in a place that didn’t feel like a fresh start. It felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Two weeks before summer, my mother was hired by a powerful company and given a vacation house on the De Vega estate. The family had money, influence, and a reputation people only whispered about. The estate was unreal—white stone walls, endless gardens, tall iron gates, guards, cameras, long driveways. My mother loved it. Élise and I didn’t. Worse, De Vegas didn’t even know we existed. My mother was just an employee. No daughters. No extra lives. Which made everything feel secret. Unsettling. And I was curious—especially about their sons. Staff talked about two brothers: Diego, the serious, distant one. And Marven De Vega, nineteen, cold, calculated, dangerous. The one who handled things his father didn’t want tied to the family name. Handsome, tattooed, cigarette always between his fingers, dark messy hair, sharp jaw, deep eyes that almost looked black. The kind of boy you’re supposed to stay away from. The kind of boy you don’t. That evening, Élise dragged me out. “There’s a bridge nearby,” she said. “You’ll like it.” The bridge arched over calm water, glowing under the orange-pink sunset. I sat on the edge,knees pulled close, and a breeze in my curls. For the first time since we arrived, I felt okay. Until Élise went still. She wasn’t looking at the sunset anymore. Her eyes were fixed on something behind me. “Amélie…” she whispered. And I already knew—whatever she saw was dangerous.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12
