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2025-12-17 10:05:12CHAPTER 10 — Liana
The sun hadn’t even fully risen when I walked into Delgado & Reyes Law the next morning. The city streets were already alive with the rhythm of rush-hour chaos — the hum of engines, the sharpness of taxi horns, the clatter of heels on concrete. And yet, inside the firm’s glass doors, everything was calm, deliberate, meticulously orchestrated. A stark contrast to the storm I felt twisting in my chest.Ethan was already in the war room when I arrived, his laptop open, files stacked neatly, a half-empty cup of black coffee by his side. He looked up and smiled, casual, reassuring. That smile had become my anchor.“Morning, Liana,” he said, voice low enough to keep the early-floor buzz from carrying. “Sleep okay?”I shrugged. “As much as I could. You?”“Barely,” he admitted. “But caffeine is a powerful motivator. And you’re about to need some too.”I raised an eyebrow. “Motivate me for what? I al
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CHAPTER 17 — LianaThe office was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Most of the attorneys had gone for the day, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft tapping of keyboards in the background. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to shake the lingering tension from today’s courtroom session.I had faced Evan Ramos directly — not just professionally, but emotionally, though I’d convinced myself that I kept that separate. And yet, I couldn’t shake the pull of him. The way he observed me, the faint acknowledgment of respect or recognition… it unnerved me more than I cared to admit.Ethan appeared beside me, leaning casually against my desk. His presence, as always, grounded me.“You’re quiet again,” he said, tone light but perceptive.I frowned. “I’m just… thinking.”He raised an eyebrow. “About the case?”I shook my head. “Not just the case. About him. About… everything.”
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CHAPTER 16 — LianaThe courtroom smelled of polished wood and old leather, the kind of smell that felt both grounding and suffocating at the same time. I adjusted my blazer, gripping my notes like a lifeline. Today’s session wasn’t just another hearing — it was critical. The evidence we’d been building, the strategies we’d painstakingly rehearsed, all converged now.And there he was. Damien Evan Ramos. Calm, precise, and impossibly self-assured. Sitting at the defense table, his dark eyes scanning the courtroom, then briefly flicking to me. That half-second glance sent a familiar shiver through me, a mix of irritation, unease, and something else I refused to name.I squared my shoulders. Focus. Strategy. Composure.Ethan was beside me, the reassuring weight of his presence grounding me. “Ready?” he murmured.“As I’ll ever be,” I whispered, though my voice caught slightly.He gave me a small, confident nod. “Go
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CHAPTER 15 — LianaThe city smelled of rain and concrete as I walked toward the subway entrance, my briefcase swinging lightly at my side. The courthouse sessions were over for the day, but my mind was still tangled in contracts, precedents, and arguments. Every exchange with Evan felt like it had left a mark, a pressure I couldn’t shake.I needed air. I needed clarity. And I needed to convince myself that seeing him today — out of the courtroom, in the city, in my life — didn’t matter.I told myself that over and over as I descended the steps.---And then I saw him.Evan Ramos.Not behind a courtroom desk. Not in a sea of legal files and colleagues. He was sitting at a café, the one I’d passed countless times without noticing, his dark suit slightly loosened, tie undone at the top button. He was reading a tablet, lips twitching with the faintest smirk, the way he always did when analyzing something
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CHAPTER 14 — LianaThe courtroom felt tighter today, more constrictive, as if every inch of space was charged with tension. I walked in, carrying my notes and my resolve, but my chest thumped in a way that reminded me how much seeing Evan still affected me.He was already there, seated with his team, reviewing files with that same calm precision that used to make my heart race in a way I refused to admit. His eyes flicked up, meeting mine for a fraction of a second, and I felt the old tug of recognition — familiarity, challenge, history.I squared my shoulders and focused. I wasn’t here for memories. I wasn’t here to fall into old patterns. I was here to win, strategically, professionally.Ethan was beside me, his presence a steady anchor. His hand brushed mine lightly — grounding, supportive, and silent reassurance.“Deep breath,” he murmured. “This is your arena. Take it.”I exhaled slowly, gripping my notes. “Ta
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CHAPTER 13 — LianaThe courtroom smelled of polished wood and faint leather, the air heavy with anticipation. I adjusted my blazer, clutching my briefcase like it was a lifeline. Today wasn’t just another session — it was the full clash, the moment we’d been preparing for. Every late-night strategy session with Ethan, every meticulous note, every observation about Evan had led to this.And there he was. Damien Evan Ramos. Sitting at his table like he owned the place, calm, precise, calculating. His eyes scanned the room, but when they met mine for a split second, I felt it — that sharp, old familiarity, the memory of long nights working side by side, of laughter and tension, of… everything I had tried to bury.I exhaled slowly, willing myself to focus. Ethan was beside me, calm as ever, his hand brushing mine briefly in a grounding gesture.“You ready?” he whispered.I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “As ready as I’ll
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CHAPTER 12 — LianaI didn’t expect to see him. Not here. Not now.The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of traffic and the distant calls of street vendors setting up for the day. I had arrived early at Delgado & Reyes, determined to review our strategy before the next session, hoping for quiet focus and a few uninterrupted hours.And then I saw him.Evan Ramos, striding along the sidewalk outside the firm’s glass façade, briefcase in hand, phone pressed to his ear. His expression was calm, precise, unreadable, but somehow it felt like he was already studying me. Already assessing. Already predicting.My chest tightened. Every step he took, every word he spoke into the phone, seemed amplified in my mind. The memories — professional and personal — surged forward: the late nights preparing cases, the whispered debates over clause interpretations, the quiet moments where nothing needed to be said. And now… he w
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