Chapter: Chapter 6 _ Rain doesn't hide things(Ciara’s POV)I did not remember how I got outside.One moment, I was standing in that room, surrounded by people who watched my humiliation like it was entertainment. The next, I was walking away, my chest tight, my thoughts loud, my steps unsteady.By the time the doors of the hotel closed behind me, the world felt quieter.But not calmer.Never calmer.The rain had already started.At first, it was light, almost gentle, like a warning. But within seconds, it grew heavier, louder, until it was pouring down without restraint.I did not stop. I did not run for shelter like everyone else. I walked straight into it.The cold drops hit my skin, my hair, my face, soaking through my clothes almost instantly, but I welcomed it.I needed something stronger than what I was feeling.Something louder than the memories replaying in my head.Something that could drown out his voice.The slap, the way he looked at me like I was nothing.I kept walking until I found a bench just a few steps away fro
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Chapter: The Party That Broke Me(Ciara’s POV)I arrived at the Peninsula Beverly Hills Hotel at exactly 8 p.m.The moment I stepped out of the taxi, I paused for a second, taking everything in. The entrance was glowing with soft golden lights, and people moved in and out of the building like they belonged to a completely different world. Their clothes were elegant, expensive, and perfectly styled, and for a brief moment, I felt out of place standing there.I could not remember the last time I had been surrounded by this kind of luxury.Maybe because I had spent the last few years trying to survive rather than belong.I tightened my grip on the small gift box in my hand and exhaled slowly.“This is for Aunt Persia,” I whispered to myself.That was enough reason to be here.No matter how uncomfortable it felt.I walked inside.The interior was even more breathtaking than I expected. The decorations were flawless, every detail carefully planned, from the floral arrangements to the lighting that gave the entire hall a w
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Chapter: Chapter 4: A Proper Review (Ciara’s POV)“I am having second thoughts,” he said slowly, and my throat went dry instantly. “About letting you walk away that easily.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on mine with a calm intensity that made my chest tighten. “After all, Ciara…” He paused briefly. “You still owe me a proper review.” For a few seconds, I forgot how to breathe. A proper what? My brain stopped working, my thoughts scattering in confusion, and whatever dignity I had left disappeared immediately. “Sir?” I croaked. He did not smile, and that made everything worse. If he smiled, I could pretend it was a joke. If he looked angry, I could apologize again. But this calm and unreadable expression was something else entirely, and it was deeply unsettling. “I do not understand,” I said carefully, hoping I had misunderstood him. “I believe you do,” he replied calmly. I did not. I absolutely did not. “Sir, with all due respect,” I said, clearing my throat, “I think we should forget everythin
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The CEO I Paid(Ciara’s POV)I was still in a state of panic. “Why is this happening to me? Oh God, why am I so out of luck?” My heart refused to calm down, beating wildly against my chest like it was trying to escape the consequences before I could face them. I thought of everything that happened, every detail, every foolish, embarrassing, unforgivable detail. Why did I do that to him? Why did I open my mouth? Why did I think it was a reasonable idea to throw money at a complete stranger? And worse, why did I care about the way he looked at me? That look was cold, sharp, offended, like I had insulted something important.I swallowed hard. “I cannot get tired,” I muttered. “I need this job. I have rent. I have bills. I have a life to survive.” My hands trembled slightly on the table as I slowly lifted my eyes again, and there he was, standing in front of everyone. He was tall, composed, dressed in a perfectly fitted suit that spoke of power and wealth. The same man from last night, except now
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Man From Last Night(Ciara’s POV) I kept running. My heels hit the pavement too fast and too hard, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet early morning as though something real was chasing me. Maybe it was. Not him, but the memory of him. I did not dare to look back to see if he was following me. Not that he would, because a man like that did not chase. He waited, he watched, he punished, and somehow I felt like I had just made a very dangerous enemy. Still, I ran. My lungs burned, my chest tightened, and my heart pounded so loudly it felt like it would burst out of my ribs. Finally, I slowed to a stop, bending slightly as I tried to catch my breath. “Ciara, calm down,” I muttered, pressing my hand against my chest. “It is not like you are ever going to see that man again.” Right. Exactly. Never again. It was finished. It was over. I straightened and forced a shaky breath out, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that nothing had happened, that last night was just a mistake. It wa
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Chapter: Chapter 1: A Hell of a NightCiara's POV “Love is for fools, and I am never falling in love again.” The words tasted bitter as they left my lips. I lifted the glass of tequila in my hand and drank it in one gulp. The liquid burned its way down my throat, making my eyes water slightly, but I welcomed the sting because it distracted me, even if only for a moment, from the ache sitting heavily in my chest. The club was loud. Music thumped through the walls like a heartbeat, vibrating through the floor beneath my heels, while neon lights flashed in every direction, painting the room in shades of blue, purple, and red. People were laughing, people were dancing, people were kissing, and everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives. Everyone except me. I leaned against the bar counter and motioned for the bartender again. “Another one.” He raised an eyebrow, but he poured the drink anyway. This time I did not hesitate. I swallowed the tequila like medicine. I hated alcohol. I had never b
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