LOGINCHAPTER 43 — Liana
I thought I was done crying.I was wrong.The diary stayed with me like a pulse I couldn’t ignore. Even after leaving Evan’s house, even after driving in silence with the radio off, even after locking myself inside my apartment and sitting on the floor with my back against the door.There were still pages left.And something in my chest told me they were the ones that mattered most.I waited until night fell again.I needed the quiet. The kind that doesn’t interrupt grief, only listens to it.I opened the diary carefully, like it might bleed if I wasn’t gentle.I don’t have much time.My stomach dropped.The doctor says the stress isn’t helping. I laughed when he said that. As if grief waits for permission.My fingers curled into the paper.I keep thinking about Maya. About what she’ll remember. About whether she’ll ever know how muchCHAPTER 60 — LianaThe morning started with the same relentless drizzle, the kind that makes the streets glisten like glass and every drop feel like a countdown. But today, the rain didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the headlines that had erupted overnight:"Lawyer Liana Ramos Accused of Conflict of Interest with Rival Firm’s Evan Ramos""Delgado & Reyes in Turmoil: Liana’s Past Jeopardizes Case""Ethan Navarro Defends Colleague Amid Controversy — But Can She Survive?"I stared at my laptop, every word a hammer blow. I could feel my chest tighten, my stomach churn, my hands shaking as if each keystroke might shatter me.Ethan appeared at the doorway, coat still damp from the morning drizzle, eyes dark and unreadable. “They’ve escalated,” he said softly, but his voice carried the tension he was trying not to show.“I see that,” I muttered, scrolling through another article. “Marcus… he’s turned the narrativ
CHAPTER 59 — LianaThe office felt like a war zone. Not literally, of course, but every glance at my phone, every email, every message from the PR team felt like a minefield. The headlines had escalated overnight. Marcus’s subtle manipulations had turned into a full-on campaign: questioning my professional integrity, insinuating inappropriate ties with Evan Ramos, painting me as emotionally compromised and unfit to lead the case.I sat at my desk, shoulders tense, coffee untouched, scrolling through the latest barrage.“Delgado & Reyes Lawyer Entangled with Rival Firm’s Evan Ramos?”“Liana’s Past Complicates Current Litigation”“Is the Firm Being Compromised by Personal History?”I groaned, burying my face in my hands. The words blurred, the panic and frustration coiling tightly in my chest.“Liana?” Ethan’s voice was soft but firm, slicing through the chaos like a lifeline. He appeared in the doorway
CHAPTER 58 — LianaThe rain hadn’t stopped all morning. It drummed against the windows of my office, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the chaos swirling in my mind. Every headline, every whisper, every text message felt heavier than the last. Delgado & Reyes’ PR team had tried to spin things positively, but Marcus’s subtle manipulations had already seeded doubt. The insinuations about my connection to Evan Ramos weren’t just public gossip anymore—they had become a weapon.I sat at my desk, notebook open, coffee cooling beside me, hands trembling slightly as I typed a reply to a particularly aggressive reporter.A soft knock on the door made me look up. Ethan stood there, trench coat damp from the rain, hair slightly mussed, eyes sharper than ever.“You’re late,” I said, trying for lightness, though my voice sounded brittle even to me.“I had to make sure Marcus wasn’t behind another one of his little traps this mornin
CHAPTER 57 — EthanI didn’t see it coming. Not exactly. I knew Marcus played his games meticulously—subtle, precise, like a chess master moving pieces I didn’t even know existed. But what I hadn’t anticipated was how… raw it would feel, seeing Liana and Evan together, seeing the history between them, and realizing how much of her heart, whether she knew it or not, still belonged to him.I arrived at Delgado & Reyes that morning with the usual sense of purpose, the usual plan for controlling the narrative, for managing the fallout, for keeping Liana out of harm’s way. Marcus had escalated the press campaign overnight. Headlines were vicious, insinuations more pointed, and somewhere between corporate leaks and social media chatter, the world was questioning her professionalism, her judgment, her morality.I set my laptop on the table in our war room and exhaled sharply. Another day. Another battle. Another attempt to protect her from forces beyond her contro
CHAPTER 56 — LianaThe office was unusually quiet that Friday afternoon. Even the city outside, with its gray skies and persistent drizzle, seemed to hold its breath. I sat at my desk, scrolling through the latest headlines on my phone, each one worse than the last.“Rival Firm Lawyer Linked to Ramos & Associates: Personal Ties Questioned”“Delgado & Reyes in Conflict? Liana’s Connection to Evan Ramos Sparks Controversy”“Emotional Entanglement or Professional Strategy? The Liana–Evan Debate”The words blurred as I exhaled slowly, my chest tight. Marcus had done his work well. The headlines didn’t accuse me outright, but they planted seeds of doubt—about my loyalty, my judgment, and the thin line between my professional and personal life.I didn’t hear Ethan approach until he was right beside me, a coffee in each hand, placing one on my desk with quiet precision.“You’ve been staring at this for hours,” he
CHAPTER 55 — LianaThe morning air felt unusually heavy, even for Manila. Rain threatened to fall, the clouds thick and gray, mirroring the tension that had settled over my life like an uninvited guest. I moved through the corridors of Delgado & Reyes with purpose, but the weight of yesterday’s revelations lingered. The press had blown the situation wide open: the insinuations about my connection to Evan Ramos weren’t just rumors anymore—they were questions, discussions, and speculation.I didn’t have time to dwell. Clients, filings, and meetings awaited, but the nagging anxiety in my chest refused to be ignored. I barely made it to my office before Ethan arrived, already scanning reports on his laptop.“You’ve seen it?” I asked, voice quiet.Ethan didn’t look up. “Yes. And it’s worse than we anticipated.”I sank into my chair, rubbing my face with my hands. “I can’t believe how fast it spread.”“It’s Marcus,”







