LOGINCelyne POV
I didn’t expect him to take me somewhere familiar.
The moment the car pulled to a stop, my breath caught in my throat.
The café.
Of all the places in the city, it had to be this one.
My fingers curled slightly against my lap as I stared through the window, my heart tightening with something I wasn’t ready to name.
Liam POVThe hospital room was too white.Too clean.Too lifeless in a way that made everything inside it feel heavier than it should be.The faint smell of antiseptic clung to the air—sharp, cold, and clinical—reminding me this wasn’t a place people came to live. It was where they came when something had already gone wrong.The only sound was the steady beep of the monitor.Beep… beep… beep…Like a fragile heartbeat holding everything together.On the bed, she lay still.Celyne.Too still.Her face looked different like this—stripped of everything the world had been forcing her to carry. No cameras. No whispers. No judgment. No pressure.Just her.But even in rest, she didn’t look peaceful.She looked exhausted.The kind of exhaustion that sleep alone couldn’t fix.I stood a few steps away, hands tucked into my pockets, watching her chest rise and fall slowly.Carefully.Fragile.Like one strong emotion could break her rhythm completely.The door opened behind me.A doctor stepped in
Celyne POVThe lights were too bright.Blinding.Unforgiving.They burned into my skin, into my eyes, into my thoughts—like they were trying to strip me bare in front of everyone.I sat still, my hands resting on my lap, fingers tightly intertwined to hide the tremor running through them. But even then, I wasn’t sure anyone could see past the cameras, the flashes, the expectations.Or maybe they could.Maybe that was the point.To see me break.The room was packed.Voices murmured endlessly, low and restless, like a storm waiting to rise. Cameras were already flashing—rapid, relentless—capturing every breath, every blink, every shift of my expression like I was something to be studied… judged… dissected.This wasn’t a press conference.This was a trial.And I was the one on display.I swallowed slowly, my throat dry.From the corner of my eye, I spotted Clara.Seated not too far from the front.Calm.Composed.Watching.Her lips were curved into something almost like a smile—but not q
Celyne POVThe room felt too quiet.Too heavy.Like the silence itself was pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe, harder tothink, harder to exist without feeling like I was slowly breaking apart.I stood still in the middle of it, my hands trembling slightly as the echoes of dinner replayed inmy head.Alexander’s voice.Elara’s words.The looks.The accusations.Everything.All of it.They wanted me to take the fall.To stand in front of cameras and lie.To smile through it.To pretend I didn’t matter.My breath hitched.“What… am I supposed to take the fall for?” I whispered to myself.My voice cracked in the empty room.“For what?”My fingers curled tightly into my palms as the anger finally broke through the confusion.Why me?Why always me?My chest rose
Alexander POVThe dining room was silent.Unnaturally silent.The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace—but tension.Heavy.Suffocating.The soft clink of cutlery against plates echoed faintly, but no one spoke. No one dared to. It was as if the air itself was waiting… for something to break.I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixed ahead, my expression unreadable.Elara sat to my right.Celyne… across from me.She hadn’t touched her food.Good.Because neither had I.This wasn’t dinner.This was control.And I needed it back.I placed my fork down slowly.The sound was sharp enough to draw their attention.Finally.I leaned back slightly, my eyes moving between them before settling.“We will be holding a press conference tomorrow.”My voice was calm.Too calm.Controlled.“But—”I continued before anyone could interrupt.“We will all be present.”Silence followed.Then—I looked directly at Celyne.“You,” I said, my tone shifting slightly, firmer now, “will state clearly that
Alexander POVThe office was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that usually meant control—order—everything exactly where it should be.I preferred it that way.I sat behind my desk, flipping through a stack of documents, my eyes scanning numbers and reports, but my mind…My mind wasn’t here.It was elsewhere.With her.Celyne.My jaw tightened slightly as I paused, the paper in my hand still.
Celyne POVThe air felt different today.Lighter… yet somehow heavier at the same time.I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked slowly along the quiet path, my steps unhurried, my mind far from where I was. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city should have been calming, but my thoughts refused to settle.They never did anymore.I exhaled slowly, staring ahead without really seeing anything.Alexander.My chest tightened slightly at the thought of him.The way he had spoken to me earlier… the way he had looked at me.
Celyne POVThe house felt quieter than usual this morning.Or maybe it was just me.I stood by the window, my fingers lightly gripping the edge of the curtain as my eyes followed the car disappearing through the gates.Alexander left earlier than usual.He didn’t say much before leaving.He didn’t
Mandy POVThe moment I stepped into that house, I knew one thing.Celyne hadn’t changed.Still quiet.Still soft.Still thinking she could avoid me.A small smile formed on my lips as I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking softly against the floor.Five years.Five whole years.And she though
Alexander POVThe moment I stepped out of the house earlier, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it.It wasn’t something obvious.Not something I could clearly point at.But it was there.That feeling.The one that doesn’t sit well.Celyne said she was going to Clara’s place.Simple.Clear.
Clara POVThe room was quiet. Too quiet, even for my liking. But I liked it that way. Silence was easier to control. Easier to think in. Easier to remember.I sat at my desk, hands folded neatly, my gaze drifting to the dark screen of my phone. Nothing. Still nothing. Perfect. Patience was a virtue







