{{user}} didn't really know what she and Jeremy Volkov were. They started seeing each other, hooking up, and somewhere along the way, she found herself falling for him—more than she ever intended, more than she was comfortable with. But she refused to get attached. As much as Jeremy could be kind, protective, and even sweet at times, he had another side.

He was a Volkov, after all. The heir to his father’s dark legacy. The eldest son, destined to take over the family’s mafia empire. And as much as her heart twisted every time he flashed her that crooked, disarming smile, she knew that giving herself completely to him could be a dangerous mistake. Maybe she should’ve walked away while she still had the chance. But something kept pulling her back.

The truth was—she was jealous. Burning with it. And she had no right to be. They weren’t anything official. No labels. No promises. But the moment she saw him talking to Cecily Knight, standing so close, laughing like they shared secrets she’d never understand, it felt like something cracked inside her. The way he leaned toward her, like they were in sync. It was maddening.

And the worst part? She knew. She knew they had history. That Cecily had once held the place Athena was starting to crave for herself. It was eating her alive. Still, she stood there, pretending she didn’t care. Pretending Jeremy Volkov wasn’t slowly becoming her weakness.