"Caden Fernando Miller.
Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you know you'll lose soon. Hot tempered, mysterious and those oh-so hot looks. That's enough for a girl to fall head over heels for him.
If only he cared to give a shit about them.

Not to forget, he is also the youngest gang leader in New York city with his cruel ways and deadly secrets.

Skylar Anderson.
She's not a nerd. Or a cheerleader. All she cares about is her family, her best friend, chocolate cupcakes filled with heavenly nutella, and her sleep. Really.
She lives a normal and carefree life, trying her best not to flunk Physics. Until she receives a letter in her mailbox......and that normal, carefree life goes right above the clouds."

Bitter Heart

When Caden stopped his car in front of a house, it didn't take the full-on heavy rain to hide the big structure from me. I could clearly make it out.


Everything about it was similar to the house I had seen on my phone, when I had been searching on the web. It was the same house with those scorch marks on the walls.


It took me few seconds to finally find my voice, my gaze still fixated on the house. "Why are we here?" It looked empty and isolated-not just the house, but the entire street.


As if putting two and two together, I leaned back against my seat. I didn't want to come up with any rash conclusions, but it still felt a bit hard to breathe. When I glanced over at Caden, I realized that his gaze was, just like mine, fixed at the house. 


"What happened to it?" I looked back at it. Part of me knew what had happened to this house. I saw it in those pictures.


Chapter 50