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I know many stories these days lean into steamy scenes, but this one is different. Itâs about raw emotion, self-discovery, messy choices, and heartbreaks. About what love looks like when itâs far from perfect. When you hold on to your choices even when everything feels out of reach. When itâs confusing, complicated, and painfully real. You wonât find lust here. What you will find is a slow unraveling of hearts, quiet battles between pride and longing, and a love story that chooses vulnerability over shock. If youâve ever loved someone who didnât deserve it⌠If youâve ever stayed silent just to keep your heart safe⌠If you enjoy emotional tension, layered characters, and scenes that tug instead of teaseâ Then this story was written with you in mind. Give it a few chapters. Let it grow on you. You might just find pieces of yourself in these pages. With love, Joy SamsonThe trial didnât drag on for long. People came forward, one after another, telling what they saw and what they knew. The evidence kept stacking until there was no way out for the Greenwoods.Once, their name opened doors. Now, it made people lower their voices. When the sentence cameâlife in prisonânobody was surprised. It was just quiet. A heavy kind of relief settled over the city, the kind that comes after years of fear.But fate wasnât quite done with them.Months later, the grand hall of the Waldorf shone like a dream. Light spilled from the chandeliers, laughter rose and fell, and the sound of glasses touching filled the room.People moved about in their best clothes, smiling for photos, talking about everything except what really mattered. Beneath all that glamour, there was a strange tensionâsomething unspoken.It was supposed to be a happy night. Noah and Miaâs engagement. A night for new beginnings, for promises, for love.And then she walked in.Hannah.The crowd froze. Con
The jab landed softly, but Avaâs fingers tightened around her glass. She exhaled, regaining her poise.âLetâs not start with claws. I came here as a friend. We both want the same thing, donât we? Noah.âThe name floated between them like a curse.Ava leaned closer, lowering her voice. âYou could get him back. I could help you. You were his first love. Heâd still fall for you if you tried. In return, youâd help me rebuild what I lostâmy fatherâs company, my connections, my place. Weâd both win.âHannahâs eyes flickered with something unreadable. Once, she might have believed Ava could change. Once, sheâd trusted that Ava would grow out of her pettiness. Back in college, Ava had been a tyrant. Hannah thought things would have been different over time, but she was wrong.She set her drink down. âIâm not interested, Ava. Whatever youâre planning, leave me out of it.âThe words were calm but final. Avaâs smile faltered. For the first time that night, her charm cracked.âHannah,â she said s
Mia blinked, swallowing hard. Tears glistened in her eyes as she stood. She crossed the room slowly, her arms wrapping around Isabella.âItâs okay,â she whispered. âItâs over.âFor the first time in years, there was no bitterness between themâonly silence that felt like peace.A few minutes later, Noah walked in. He froze, disbelief washing over him at the sight of the two sisters holding hands.Isabella glanced at him and smiled faintly.âWe have work to do,â she said. âAva and her parents took everything from my real family. But this time, theyâll pay for it.âNoah nodded slowly.âThen we make them face the truth,â he said.Mia, Isabella, and Noah started working together. Nobody would have guessed it, not even them. They spent long days meeting in quiet corners, sorting through papers, making plans. It wasnât about revenge anymore. It was about figuring out the truth, about justice, about finally putting some ghosts to rest.For the first time, the sisters werenât on opposite sides
The name dropped into the room like cold water. Miaâs hands went cold, her mind spinning with memories of Avaâthe woman who had already brought chaos once before.Isabella didnât cry. She laughed insteadâsharp, hollow, brittle. âSo thatâs it? You took me in to fix your guilt? You hid my life to keep your perfect family?ââIsabellaâââDonât touch me!â she shouted. âYou should have let me burn with them. At least then Iâd know who I was.âShe stormed out, the door slamming so hard the frames trembled. Allison sank to her knees, sobs shaking her shoulders.Later that night, under the cold wash of city lights, Isabella sat across from Ava in a quiet bar. The skyline glittered beyond the glass; inside, two wounded women shared one burning need.âI know what they did,â Isabella said. âYour parents killed mine.âAvaâs cigarette paused midair. âWhat did you say?ââDonât act innocent,â Isabella hissed. âYouâve always been good at pretending.âAvaâs eyes hardened. âWhatever happened between our
While Ava and Isabella's alliance took shape, Miaâs world slowly started to crumble. The pressure from the board, the whispers in the media, and her sisterâs constant interference drained her strength. Yet she still tried to hold on to her peace.She would wake up every morning, stare at her fatherâs picture, and whisper, âIâll protect what you built, Dad.âBut every day, the battle grew harder. Anonymous leaks, false reports, lost investorsâthe attacks came in waves, and Mia could barely breathe through them.Raven, now living far from New York, heard everything through the news and social media. She wanted to reach out, to send a message or make a call, but guilt held her back. After everything that happened in London, she didnât know if she had the right to step into Miaâs life again. So she watched from afar, praying silently that Mia would survive it all.Noah, on the other hand, refused to stay away.Since returning from London, he had made up his mind to be there for Mia in any
The rivalry between the Kings sisters grew darker with every passing week. What began as bitter arguments and quiet sabotage slowly turned into something poisonous. Isabella had stopped pretending to be reasonable. She began twisting the truth, changing the narrative both within the company and outside it.âMia didnât earn the CEO position,â Isabella told anyone who would listen. âDad handed it to her because she was his favorite. I was the one here when he died. I was the one who stood by Mom.âThe rumors spread like wildfire, whispered in corridors, repeated in board meetings, and splashed subtly across online gossip pages. Miaâs name began to carry a different kind of weightâone that questioned her worth.She fought to stay composed. Every morning, she showed up dressed with quiet confidence, pretending not to hear the whispers. But each rumor chipped away at her. Her fatherâs chair no longer felt like a seat of legacy. It had become a battlefield.While Mia tried to handle her sis







