LOGINCelyne POV
The room felt too quiet.
Too heavy.
Like the silence itself was pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe, harder to
think, 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 in
my head.
Alexander’s voice.
Elara’s words.
The looks.
The accusations.
Everything.
All o
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.
Mandy POVIt has been five years.Five long years since I last saw Celyne.And now she’s back.Back in the same city, living her life like nothing ever happened… and yet she hasn’t even bothered to come and see me.A slow, bitter smile spreads across my lips as I stare down at my phone.Ignoring me
Celyne POVMy fingers tighten slightly around my phone as I stare at the message again.Something is missing from the documents.The file is not complete.My heart pounds harder against my chest.Why?Why is he suddenly so focused on it?I swallow slowly, my thoughts racing faster than I can contro
Alexander POVSomething wasn’t right.The thought came to me again, uninvited and persistent, refusing to fade no matter how many times I tried to ignore it.I stood by the window in my study, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular as the image replayed in my mind.Celyne.The way she had gripped t
Celyne POVThe moment I stepped fully into the house, a strange heaviness settled in my chest.It wasn’t the house that had changed.It was me.Everything here looked almost the same as it had years ago, yet the feeling was different. Colder. Distant. Like I was walking through someone else’s life.







