LOGIN(Amara)The door closes behind me.For a moment, I lean against it, my back pressed flat, eyes shut.I don’t know what it is.The way he looked at me.The way he said those words.But it lingers.Heavy.Suffocating.I push myself off the door and walk back to my desk, forcing my mind into work mode. I barely settle into my seat when my phone beeps.I pick it up.A message from Felix: What about lunch outside the office? Found somewhere nice close by we can go?I stare at it.Longer than I should.And just like that, his voice cuts through my mind again.“You’re my PA, Amara. Act like one.”“Don’t want to see you and Felix together at the office.”My fingers tighten slightly around the phone.I exhale and drop it on the desk without replying.Moments later, something appears in front of me.I blink.Flowers.My breath catches for a second as the image from earlier flashes in my mind. The elevator. Him standing there… holding them.I lift my head quickly.Rayner.He’s standing there.Wa
(Rayner)I hum softly as I slide into my car, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.The entire weekend felt endless.Restless.Every hour dragging because I couldn’t get my mind to settle. I kept waiting for Monday, counting it down without even realizing it. And now it’s finally here.A small smile pulls at my lips as I start the engine.I can’t wait.I can’t wait to see her again.Amara.A quiet scoff escapes me, almost disbelieving. She has been right under my nose this whole time. Right there… and I still managed to think I was falling for the wrong woman.But it was always her.It is her.The one from that night in Switzerland.The memory flashes so vividly it almost feels recent. The airport. The bar. The way she looked at me, stubborn and guarded, like she didn’t need anyone.My grip tightens slightly on the wheel as my smile deepens.I’m still smiling when I spot it.A flower shop by the roadside.My eyes linger on it as I drive past, then drift back again. My mi
(Amara)The weekend passes in a blur of quiet tension and careful movements.I spend most of it taking care of Felix, tending to his bruises, making sure he rests, making sure he heals. It feels strange. Natural. Unsettling.And now, Maya won’t let it go.She keeps going on about how I let him stay over. How I crossed a line. How disappointed she is in me.But she doesn’t understand.It’s my fault Felix ended up like that in the first place. If Nathan hadn’t tried to hurt him, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have been in my house. I wouldn’t have had to take care of him.But now…I push the thought aside, pulling open my wardrobe and reaching for a jacket.“He’s gone now,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “It’s a new week. Can we just focus on getting ready for work and forget everything that happened?”“Forget?” Maya scoffs sharply. “How am I supposed to forget when his presence here made me uncomfortable the entire time?”I exhale slowly, swiping through my clothes.“Th
(Amara)I lower Felix onto the couch carefully, my hands trembling slightly from the state he’s in. Blood. Bruises. Swelling.My chest tightens.I turn immediately, rushing toward the cabinet in the room to get the first aid box.“What are you doing?” Maya’s voice cuts in as she steps in front of me.I stop short, glaring at her. “What does it look like? I’m getting the first aid.”“What?”I try to move past her, but she blocks me again.“What the hell is your problem?!” I snap, my chest rising and falling. “Move. I need to help him.”“You’re no doctor, Amara.”“Maya.” I call her name, but she steadies herself, unmoving.A deep sigh leaves me, my fingers tightening around the first aid box.“You should call the police,” she says.I look up at her.“Yeah.” She nods quickly. “What if he’s involved with some gang or something? You can never tell, Amara. Just send him away and report this.”“I can’t do that.”The words come out firm.She scoffs. “Of course you can.” She taps her chest. “Y
(Felix)***“How dare you hurt my sister and still claim to be her husband!”*****************My eyes flutter open.Pain greets me first.It spreads slowly, like something crawling under my skin. My head throbs. My body aches. My throat feels dry.I try to move.I can’t.My breath catches as awareness settles in. My hands are tied. My body is strapped tightly to a chair.“What the—”Panic rises instantly.“Get me out of here!” I yell, struggling against the ropes. They bite into my skin, rough and unforgiving. The more I move, the tighter they seem to pull.A voice cuts through the room.Calm. Cold.“Do you know why the poor always fall victim to everything?”My breathing slows for a second.I turn.Nathan.He steps forward from the shadows, two men behind him. Big. Silent. Watching.My heart skips.“What’s the meaning of this?” I demand, my voice shaky despite my effort to steady it. “Huh?”I lift my chin slightly, forcing strength into my posture.He can’t do anything to me.I am Am
(Felix)I am halfway to the car park when I hear my name.“Felix.”I stop.For a second, I don’t turn. Then I lift my gaze slowly.Nathan.My fingers curl slightly at my sides, my chest tightening in a way I don’t expect. Not fear. I have nothing to fear. He doesn’t even know anything. He can’t possibly know anything.Still, something in me shifts. The shock from him saying my name. Nathan Roosevelt said my name.Five years ago flashes in my mind without warning.Amara standing beside me, her hand wrapped tightly around mine as she introduced me to her family. The man she was going to marry. Her voice had been steady, proud. Certain.But the family never accepted us.And Nathan…He give me that cold glare. His voice sharp, cutting as he says: I will never accept you as my brother-in-law.Do not ever appear in front of me again.Do not ever act like you know me.That day, five years ago, has stayed with me. I had understood exactly where I stood.And unfortunately, I respected the
(Amara)My eyes move from Maya to Rita, then down to the phone in her hand.The tension builds too fast.Before I can stop myself, my hand jerks. The bottle tips over.Water spills.Straight onto Rita’s phone. Her food.The sudden rush of it sends a ripple across the table as I shoot to my feet.“O
(Isha)“Why did you have to invite Amara?”Stella’s voice cuts in beside me.I turn to her slowly, a smile already forming on my lips.“Because I’m bored,” I say lightly. “And I need someone to play with.”She frowns. “Play?”My smile deepens.“You’ll see.”Moments later, we pass through the restau
(Amara)The air feels tight around me, like it’s pressing into my lungs.I barely notice the figures approaching. My heart is too loud, too fast.Rayner has seen us.Finally.A truth I have been carefully hiding for weeks now, exposed in the worst way possible.Maya’s fingers curl around mine, trem
(Rayner)My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I drive, my mind replaying the moment at the office over and over again.The glass falling.Shattering.Right at her feet.The way her face twisted in pain.I saw it. I saw the exact second Stella loosened her grip on that glass. It wasn’t an







