Mag-log inRhea's Pov “Copy that," she said, not looking up. "Starting high-flow oxygen. Charge the defib just in case."As the oxygen began to flow, the terrifying blue tint in the man’s face slowly started to recede, replaced by a ghostly, waxy grey. It wasn't perfect, but it was life.Carmen came rushing back, looking breathless. "Rhea, we found a visitor’s badge. His name is Arthur but we haven't been able to reach his emergency contact yet. The line just keeps ringing."The paramedics were already lifting Mr. Authur onto the gurney."We're moving him now," the lead medic announced. "Is there any family here?"I stepped forward, straightening my blazer, though my knees were still dusty from the floor. "We haven't located them yet. But I am the co-owner of this building, and I am taking responsibility. I’m going with you."The paramedic looked at me, then at my determined expression. She didn't have time to argue. "Fine. Hop in the front or follow in your car, but we’re leaving now.""I'm co
Rhea's Pov "So, it’s settled then, Rhea," Carmen said, her voice like velvet as she closed her leather-bound planner. "The winter collection will be launched exclusively through the newly opened galleries. It would be a very large hit.” Carmen had called me to come to the office earlier as I told her I had another idea that would lead to a successful business. We have been talking about this for a while, but today we finally finalized the whole thing. I smiled, feeling that familiar spark of professional satisfaction. "I couldn't agree more, Carmen. Business has never looked better, and with this partnership, I think we’re going to set a record for the final quarter.""To growth," Carmen added, standing up and smoothing out her silk trousers."To growth," I echoed as we walked out of her office together. Carmen was telling me about a new sourcing trip she had planned for the mines in Colombia, her hands gesturing gracefully as she spoke. We were discussing the rising market value o
Leon's Pov “I've been caught. If whoever did this sends this photo to them, it'll only be a matter of time before Alaric and Rhea know that I'm the one behind the accident!” If only I had gotten there faster and taken Rhea away from that place before they were taken to the by Isabelle, things would have been easier. Before I got to the accident scene, Isabelle had taken Alaric and lied to him that she was his fiancée. At that time, after seeing Alaric reject Rhea and Rhea crying, I had thought it was a very good idea that could separate Alaric and Rhea. I watched from afar as she cried her heart out after promising herself that she wasn't going to cry. She had fallen onto the grass, her clothes soaked in tears. I could have helped her, but under no circumstances would she have gone home with me. I knew that. So I let Carmen take her and nurture her. She became Isabelle's enemy. I asked Anya to give Isabelle that medicine to feed Alaric after seeing that despite the accident, Alaric
Leon's Pov. The corridor was silent. I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing in the dim lightening of the corridor. My eyes were fixed on the door at the end of the hall and until I got to that door, I didn't look at anything else. That place was my destination, it was my sanctuary. I reached the door, turned the handle, and stepped inside.The room was dark until I flicked on the desk lamp. The board on the far wall came into view and the surface of the board was all covered in pictures of Rhea. I had spent months collecting them. There she was laughing at a cafe, walking through the park, and sleeping in the back of a car. Some were clear, others were blurred shots taken from a distance. I closed the door and locked it.I walked toward the board. I didn't touch the photos yet. I just hovered my hands over them, feeling the closeness of her image."Finally," I whispered.My plan was working. Today, Rhea had looked at me differently. The distance was gone. I had played the supportive f
Rhea’s Pov“What?”The word came out of him too fast, sharp with disbelief. Alaric stared at me like I’d just spoken in a language he didn’t recognize.I didn’t blink. I didn’t soften my expression. “Could you please repeat the question? I don't think I heard you clearly.” he asked, frowning now, clearly trying to understand what he’d just heard.“Are you getting married,” I said again, my voice steady, “to a woman named Justine?”For a moment, he just stood there. Then he let out a short, disbelieving laugh that died almost immediately. “What are you talking about?”His confusion wasn’t feigned. I could see it in the way his brows pulled together, in the way his shoulders tensed as though he were bracing for something he couldn’t see.“Rhea,” he said carefully, “did you fall asleep in the car and dream about me getting married or something? Because I genuinely don’t understand this question.”“You’re saying you’re not getting married,” I replied.“Of course I'm getting married. I’m s
Rhea's Poc The word felt like a physical blow, one that I hadn’t prepared for. I stared at Leon, my heart skipping a beat, though not for the reason he probably thought. "What? That’s… that’s a lie, Leon. That’s not possible. Alaric’s father and I don’t get along, sure, but Alaric would never let him dictate something like that."Leon didn’t offer a verbal rebuttal. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times and slid it across the marble tabletop. I leaned in, my breath hitching as I watched the video playback. It was a live broadcast and the person on the video was Alaric’s father and he was standing behind a podium. He spoke of his son's upcoming engagement to a woman named Justine, the daughter of a Greek shipping magnate. I blinked multiple times, my eyes widening as I stared at the screen. My lower lips trembled. “I can't believe this," I whispered, my voice thick with a pitiful, fragile quality. "Leon, this has to be







