Novel-novel oleh Beya🌼

~Helena~ I sat by the window of my room, staring into the night. Tomorrow, I will leave Pennsylvania for Washington, D.C. A new city, a new job, and a new life. My heart clenched at the thought. This house carried so many memories, my father’s laughter, the warmth of family dinners, the safety of childhood. I whispered softly, Dad, I hope you’re proud of me.Packing was harder than I imagined. Every dress, every book, every photograph seemed to weigh double with the emotions they carried. I finally collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion pulling me under. The next morning, sunlight slipped into my room, warm against my face. I squinted, covering my eyes with my palm. It’s moving day, I reminded myself, my voice barely above a whisper. My stomach twisted between excitement and fear.Boxes lined the floor. I had packed my essentials, but it still felt like I was leaving half my life behind.When I stepped into the living room, my mother was already waiting. I curled beside her, resting my

~Helena~ My heart flickered when I stepped out of Fisher Corporation after the interview. I could hardly believe what had just happened, that the man I’d spilled coffee on earlier that morning was none other than the CEO himself. Ethan Fisher. The thought alone made my stomach twist.I had been anxious before, but the moment I recognized him across the conference table, I thought my chances were ruined. Still, I had no choice but to keep my composure and do my best. Now, walking down the street, I felt wrung out, as though every ounce of energy had been drained from me.I caught the next bus back to Pennsylvania. The moment I sat down by the window, a sense of relief washed over me. I allowed myself, for the first time that day, to really notice the beauty of the city. In the morning, I’d been too tense, too focused on my interview, but now… now I saw it. Cars streaming past with polished shine, people in crisp, stylish outfits walking briskly across intersections, the tall buildin

~Ethan~ What a disaster.I stormed into my office, brushing angrily at the dark stain across my white shirt. The sharp scent of coffee clung to me like mockery. Of all mornings for this to happen, why today?Daniel walked in, his brows pulling together when he saw me.“Ethan, what happened?”“A girl spilled coffee on me,” I said, the words clipped, agitation running sharp through my voice.“Oh.” His tone softened. “There’s a backup shirt in the wardrobe. I put one there in case of emergencies.”I gave him a look, half exasperated, half grateful. “You’re a lifesaver.”Within minutes, the ruined shirt was gone and a crisp new one took place. I tugged at the cuffs, forcing my irritation down. I had no time to dwell, an interview awaited me in the conference room. My former secretary had left three weeks ago, and without him, the office had slipped into disorder. Daniel was good, but he couldn’t carry everything alone. I needed someone sharp, reliable, and discreet. Preferably a man.

~ Helena~I was lost in thought, my rag moving absentmindedly across the surface of the wooden table at the restaurant where I worked. The hum of voices, the clatter of cutlery, and the scent of grilled food swirled around me, but none of it registered. My mind was somewhere else buried under worries I couldn’t seem to shake.A sudden snap of fingers jolted me back.“Hey, good afternoon,” a man’s voice said firmly.I blinked, startled, and looked up to see someone standing directly in front of me. Embarrassment flushed through me. “Sorry, good afternoon,” I said quickly, straightening.And then recognition hit. It was him the man I’d helped a few days ago when his little daughter had gotten lost and frightened.His expression softened. “How are you?” he asked warmly.“I’m fine,” I said, mustering a small smile. “What a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you anytime soon.”“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to say thank you again.”“Oh, it wa

~ Ethan ~The music thumped so hard it felt like the bass was rattling my chest, syncing with the steady hammering of my pulse. The club was alive red and gold lights swirling like fire and treasure, dancing over the writhing bodies packed into the space. Laughter erupted from one corner, shouts from another, glasses clinked, and the whole place reeked of perfume, alcohol, and secrets.It should have been easy to lose myself in the chaos. Easy to drown in noise so loud it could bury thought.But then came Daniel’s whisper. Urgent. Sharp. Cutting through everything."Don’t turn around."The words sliced straight down my spine, leaving a trail of ice.My fingers went rigid around my glass, frozen midair, inches from my lips. I turned slightly toward him, my brows knitting together. "What do you mean?"His eyes didn’t blink. They darted over my shoulder, then locked on me again. "She’s here."The name was unspoken, but I felt it. I felt the weight of it before he even gave it breath. M

~ Helena ~The phone buzzed relentlessly, like a pesky fly that just wouldn’t leave me alone.As the subway jolted to a sudden stop, I glanced at the screen, and my heart plummeted. The name flashing on the caller ID was enough to freeze me in place. It felt impossible. This couldn’t be happening.My mouth went dry, and my hand trembled as I pressed the “accept” button.“H–Hello?” My voice came out shaky, barely a whisper.All I could hear was static at first, then a distorted whisper broke through: “Your father’s death… wasn’t an accident.”Everything around me blurred. My legs turned to jelly, and I gripped the subway pole for dear life. “Who are you?!” I shouted, panic rising in my chest, my heart pounding like a drum inside a hollow cave. But just like that, the call was cut off.I stood there, paralyzed, my reflection in the train window looking back at me pale and quaking. For weeks, I had told myself that things would get better. But now, it hit me hard: this nightmare was only