Nobela ni Asha

The rain didn't stop.It poured like the sky was grieving, And Delilah just sat there, curled on the cold sidewalk outside the hall, her arms wrapped around her knees, drenched and shivering but numb.When Chase found her, he didn't walk…he stormed. His shoes splashed through puddles with purpose, his dark coat already soaked, umbrella barely held over him, his eyes locked onto her like a loaded weapon. “What the hell are you doing out here? ” he barked, voice sharp enough to cut through thunder. She didn't answer.“Are you stupid?” he snapped, looming over her. “Or do you seriously not understand what the fuck is going on right now?”She flinched but didn't move. She just looked at him slowly, there were no tears this time, just that hollow, broken gaze that once knew how to smile when she looked at him.He took a breath, trying to pull back… but it was too late. His anger had already bled through. “You could've left. Deli, you could have gone home instead of sitting right here lik

How did I end up here?In this moment caught in a web she hadn't spun, trapped by a deal she never agreed to.Her fingers gripped the edge of the dresser as memories from just yesterday came flooding back.The day before.It had all begun with the reunion, the mistake of showing up.She had barely lasted thirty minutes before seeing him.Chase Monroe The man she had broken, the man she couldn't forget, the man who was supposed to hate her.His dangerously calm stare, their eyes had met cold, brief, loaded and then passed each other like strangers.As if nothing had ever happened.That night, after being told that her father's business had gone bankrupt, Deli had curled up under her covers and cried herself to sleep, Like she’d done so many times while abroad. Only this time, she wasn't in a lonely dorm room.She was home.And somehow, it felt like an exile.…..The next morningA knock startled her.Soft, repeated. No urgency, just… insistence.When no one else answered, she dragged

The night air clung to Delilah like fog, cool against her skin as she walked the quiet street alone, the distant hum of traffic blending with the thoughts spinning in her head.She kept seeing his face.Chase.His cold stare. His silence. The way he didn’t flinch when she stood just across from him, like she was a stranger, like she meant nothing.He’d never looked at her that way before.Never once.He used to smile just by hearing her name. Used to brush her hair out of her face like she was the most delicate thing in the world. He used to whisper that she was safe with him.Tonight?He looked through her.Like she didn’t exist.She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and bit her lip to keep from crying.Maybe it was time to truly let go.He belonged to someone else now. He had a future. A ring on his finger. And she… she had no plan. No dream. No direction.Maybe she could join her father at the company. Not because she wanted to... she didn’t. But because she needed something.

In a town like hers, rumors ran faster than cars on the highway. You could sneeze in the morning and have five different versions of why by noon. So, it was no surprise that within days of her return, whispers of Delilah Hart floated through the street like perfume. “She’s back.” “That girl who broke Chase Monroe's heart.” “She ran off to some rich guy abroad, right? Got engaged and everything. ” “she’s gusty coming back. Honestly she's a bitch. ” Everyone had something to say. And none of it was quiet. Chase had always been the golden boy… sweet, respectful, the kind of man parents prayed their daughter would marry. He used to smile at everyone. Used to hold doors open and help old women cross the street. He had charm, Softness. They all adored him. Who wouldn't? And her? She had disappeared. Left him. Left everything. And the only thing worse than heartbreak in a small town… was scandal. Delilah know the reunion was going to be a lond day. People would stare. Th

Delilah stood in front of the house she once called home. It looked the same… the white stone walls, the little black gate her father had painted every December, the rose bushes that lined the front porch, but something about it felt more polished now. The windows were newer, the driveway had been redone. Even the garden lights had been replaced with sleek, modern ones. Everything had changed. And yet everything stayed the same. Her heart ached with strange mix of comfort and fear. The wind picked up slightly, sweeping her long black hair around her face. It had grown past her shoulders now, silkier, glossier… a curtain of night framing delicate features, that looked more mature than they had two years ago. She was thinner, her waist now impossibly small, her hips more defined, curvier in a way that turned heads, though her eyes still held the same tired softness. She looked like a woman who had healed, but not fully. The chauffeur opened the car trunk and began unloading her

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her? That's why she was making this big decision. “Deli! Someone is at the door,” her mother's voice called. She quickly zipped up her luggage and shoved it under her bed, her heart skipped a beat. One deep breath. And another. She walked out of the room, her silk-black hair tied in a ponytail that danced lightly on her shoulder as she descended the stairs. Her slippers whispered against the