❱ THE BLURB. ❰ ⋆ ⚡︎ ⋆ Five years. Two rings. One nursery. And a city full of secrets. To the students of Woodsboro High, Freya Skye and Malachi Barton are the definition of "having it all." They are the heirs to a multi-billion dollar empire, the parents to a beautiful daughter, and the untouchable royalty of the upper class. They have the penthouse, the power, and the perfect alibi. But when the sun goes down and the Halloween moon rises, the designer silk comes off and the white plastic masks go on. They aren't just the golden couple. They are the Ghostface haunting the nightmares of everyone they know. With McKenna and Mason keeping the cameras on a loop and the babies fast asleep, the game is simple: keep the legacy alive and the body count rising. No one suspects the teenagers with the stroller. No one hears the screams from the top floor. And as long as they have each other, the blood stays on their hands-and the world stays at their feet. "We aren't just playing a role, Malachi. We're running the show." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Freya Skye has spent years cementing her place in her family's London empire. She's professional, she's driven, and she's finally taken seriously-until Malachi arrives. Sent by his parents from across the globe to learn "responsibility," Malachi is the one person Freya has never been able to tolerate. Now, she's forced to share her office and her projects with him, and Freya is about to find out that her biggest professional threat isn't a market crash-it's the guy across the desk who knows exactly how to get under her skin.

The bass in the dorm basement is too loud, but the silence in Room 302 is louder. Malachi Barton is a storm with no center, all jagged teeth and heavy breathing, breaking things just to see if they'll bleed. Freya Skye is the party that never ends-because if she stops dancing, she might remember how to scream. One room. Two players. Three inches of steel carved with a promise that turned into a curse. He wants her out. She wants to forget. But when the lights go out and the nightmares start, the only thing sharper than the blade under her pillow is the look in Malachi's eyes when he realizes she isn't just a player. She's a survivor. And he's the only one close enough to get cut.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Freya Skye Jones has made her previous burden an unexpected lover. Malachi Barton has gone from her irritating next door neighbor to an admirable boyfriend in just one summer. However, dating her previous best friend comes with its issues. Her popularity is rising exponentially, and his senior year is proving to be more stressful than expected. Balancing her relationship and perfection seems impossible, but no problem is too big when they have love...right?

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐄 has always been used to running alone. Volleyball captain, track star, and the kind of girl everyone admires from afar, she thrives on control-both on the court and on the track. But at home, her parents' wealth can't mask the cold, suffocating cruelty that defines her every day. She's learned early that no one will show up for her... and that's exactly how she likes it. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 has the opposite problem: everyone shows up. Football star, track sprinter, and all-around golden boy, he's surrounded by friends, family, and a little sister who worships him. He's used to support, praise, and having people rely on him. Life has always been... easier. They're both popular, in the same tight-knit friend group, and everyone expects them to get along. But Freya and Malachi don't. They clash at every practice, tease each other relentlessly, and can't seem to sit still in the same room without tension sparking between them. What happens when the girl who's learned to survive on her own meets the boy who can't stop trying to protect her? When rivalry becomes something more, and shared spaces-late-night practices, team hangouts, and races that leave them both breathless-force them to confront what they're really running toward... and from? A slow-burn, rivals-to-lovers story about resilience, family, and the courage it takes to finally let someone in. #1 field (08/02/26) #4 freyaskye (08/02/26)