The Wrong Side of Forever
By Olivia Drayton
romance · 2026-04-27
Katarina's mother is gone. The study ransacked, the safe forced open, no note, no explanation, no one treating it with the urgency it deserves. Everyone around Katarina is staying calm. She is not calm. Hayes Hawthorne is connected to the man she suspects is behind it, which should make him the last person she goes to. She goes to him anyway because he's the only one who hasn't lied to her face yet. Her brother is already in danger. She is running out of time to be selective about her allies.
Chapter 1
The Gilded Cage of Oakhaven
The stolen kiss tasted of elderflower and desperation, a dangerous cocktail that threatened to unravel everything I thought I knew about my life.
My name is Katarina Blakeley, and I live in Oakhaven, a town draped in the suffocating elegance of old money and older secrets. My life is meticulously planned, each day a repetition of etiquette lessons, charity galas, and the relentless pursuit of a suitable husband.
Tonight's gala, held in the sprawling gardens of the Hawthorne estate, was no different. Diamond chandeliers dripped light onto impeccably dressed guests, their polite smiles masking the ruthless ambition simmering beneath the surface. My mother, a woman sculpted from ice and ambition, glided through the crowd, her gaze constantly sweeping, ever vigilant to ensure I was behaving as a Blakeley should.
Then I saw him. Hayes Hawthorne. The prodigal son, returned from his self-imposed exile in the city. He stood apart from the glittering throng, a shadow in the garden's artificial paradise. His dark eyes, the color of storm clouds, met mine, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed, the music faded, and all that existed was the magnetic pull between us.
We were childhood friends, accomplices in countless mischievous adventures. But that was before. Before his family’s fall from grace, before my family’s rise. Now, he was on the outside, looking in. And I was trapped inside, gazing longingly out.
"Katarina," my mother's voice cut through my reverie, sharp and laced with warning. "Mr. Abernathy is waiting to speak with you about the hospital wing. Do try to appear interested, darling."
I forced a smile and turned toward the eager face of my would-be suitor, the scent of lilies and old money suffocating me. But as I listened to Mr. Abernathy drone on about hospital finances, my eyes kept drifting back to Hayes. He was gone. Vanished into the night. Leaving behind only the lingering echo of that forbidden kiss, and a single, crimson rose lying on the fountain's edge.