𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐄 writes songs that cut deeper than knives. Her debut tour is sold out across America, thousands of fans screaming lyrics that were never meant for them to hear. Lyrics about heartbreak. Betrayal. The boy who shattered her. The boy she somehow still loves. Every night she steps on stage and turns their history into music. And every night, someone is forced to listen. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 knows exactly which songs are about him. He knows the lines the crowd screams the loudest. He knows the stories hidden between the verses. And he knows that loving Freya means standing beside the girl who turned his worst mistakes into the most beautiful songs in the world. But loving her doesn't mean it's easy. From long flights across oceans to quiet hotel rooms at two in the morning, Freya and Malachi are learning something neither of them expected: Healing isn't loud like a concert crowd. Sometimes it's soft. Sometimes it's messy. And sometimes it looks like two people trying to find their way back to each other... one song at a time. A story about love, forgiveness, fame, and the quiet moments that matter more than the stage lights.

"freya skye knows who malachi barton is. everyone does. they've crossed paths, shared rooms, lived in the same world- but they've never really known each other. so when a stranger starts texting her, it's easy to talk. easy to open up. easy to trust someone who doesn't expect anything from her. he listens. he understands. he sees the parts of her no one else notices. and somewhere between late-night conversations and secrets she's never said out loud- she falls. there's just one problem. the boy she's been telling everything to is the same boy she thought she only knew from a distance. and some lies don't just break trust- they break everything."

Malachi just wants some fun and Freya goes along. They have 4 rules, kiss whenever alone, no sleeping with anyone else, they can tell anyone, if feelings emerge you must tell the other. They are both 23 in this story. Spicy 🌶️

✎ᝰ. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 Freya Skye and Malachi Barton had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private drivers, and last names that carried weight in every social circle. But being born into wealthy families came with strings attached. When a business deal between their parents needed a little extra "convincing," the solution was simple: pretend their children were dating. Neither Freya nor Malachi asked for this arrangement. She thought he was arrogant, he thought she was impossible, and the last thing either of them wanted was to share the same spotlight. But with both of them attending the same prestigious school, the façade became their daily routine. Keeping up appearances was supposed to be easy. Yet between whispered rumors, staged hand-holding, and the pressure of living under constant watch, lines began to blur. And soon, Freya and Malachi would find out that faking something in public doesn't always mean it stays fake in private.

Freya has lived in Los Angeles since she was born, next to her mother's best friend Felicia and her family. Freya never got along with their son, Malachi Barton, but they have to work with each other whether they hate each other or not. The thing is they start realizing their hate was never... hate.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Malachi Daniel Barton finally finds himself in a relationship with his childhood crush, and Freya Skye Jones doesn't know how to process it. 𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Malachi finds himself yearning for someone who is in the past, or, allow me to rephrase that, someone who is 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 to be in the past. started writing : 1st of November 2025 finished writing: 16th of January 2026 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This book contains smut and other mature content and both characters are legal consenting adults in this book.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Freya Skye Jones learns that moving on is a lot harder when the person who broke you still feels like home. 𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Malachi Barton realizes too late that love isn't something you can come back to whenever you want-and this time, she might not be waiting. started writing: 16th March 2026 finished writing: ??