The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Moonlight pierced through the window, its cold brilliance illuminating the room. Madelyn, clad in her nightgown, descended the stairs into the living room. Rarely prone to wake during the night, she had awakened thirsty only to find her water pitcher empty. As she made her way downstairs, sleep still fogging her vision, she turned and gasped at the unexpected sight of a dark silhouette on the couch.

“Ahh!”

Her drowsiness evaporated instantaneously, as the figure rose from the couch, switching on the wall light. The sudden brightness made her squint, and it took a moment for her to make out the man before her.

“Bro, what are you doing here? You didn’t go home?”

The room was steeped in a faint aroma of alcohol, a scent unmistakably emanating from Zach.

And why isn’t he with Jadie? What’s he doing in

Zach’s intentions were as elusive to her

backed against the wall, escape impossible. As he approached, his gaze swept over her. Though it was a casual, unassuming look, she could not help but notice the strange glint in his eyes. His breath hitched, revealing a hint of disarray. She knew Zach was not one for infidelity–not until Jadie was out of the picture. After Jadie’s death, Zach had drowned himself in debauchery, sampling many women. Madelyn was aware that, with Hayson

hand, bracing it against the wall, blocking her

is there something

each beat faster than the last. His piercing gaze, sharp enough to cut through even the

her ear. “Madelyn, have

kept her gaze lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. She knew if she did, he would instantly spot

been avoiding me. Is it because

in closer, this proximity revealing the contours of her body

her waist hollow revealed by the curve of