LOGINCeline Arden has spent her entire life doing everything right. At twenty-four, she has a stable career, a respectable apartment, a carefully planned future—and a terminal illness that has reduced that future to months, not years. So Celine makes a list. Things she has always told herself she would do someday. Eat somewhere expensive just because she can. Dance in the rain. Say the things she's always been too afraid to say. Fall in love. Then she finds an opportunity that can solve two problems at once: a highly paid position as a household assistant to Lucan Mercer, the notoriously private twenty-six-year-old billionaire CEO whose work she has admired for years. She applies for the money. She stays for the experience. She never expects the cold, controlled man behind the Mercer empire to become the person who makes ordinary days feel extraordinary. Lucan doesn't know Celine is dying. He only knows that she is unlike anyone he's ever met—too honest, too stubborn, too alive. Somehow, the woman who was supposed to be temporary begins becoming permanent in every part of his life. And then Lucan starts making plans. Plans for next month. Next year and their future. A future Celine knows she may never see. The closer they become, the harder her secret becomes to carry. Because Celine thought the hardest part of having months left would be dying. But life has just proved her wrong. The hardest part is falling in love with someone who believes they have forever.
View MoreThe apartment sat above a bookshop on a narrow street in the 11th, nothing grand about it, nothing designed for tourists, which was exactly right for both of them."There are twenty-two stairs," Isla announced, halfway up on the first evening, one hand braced against the wall. "I counted.""You could have told me that before I let the movers unload the crib on the fourth floor.""It was a discovery in progress."Paris in February wasn't performing for anyone — grey sky, cold air, the city just being itself in winter light, and Isla loved it immediately, standing at the kitchen window that first morning looking down at the street below."There's a bookshop right underneath us," she said. "I didn't even plan that.""You picked the apartment.""I picked it for the light. The bookshop's a bonus."The gallery team had been cautious at first — Céleste had warned her, gently, before they arrived. "They have strong opinions." But within the first week, the French curators had shifted from pro
Isla woke early, the room still grey, Zachary asleep beside her, and lay there for a while just thinking.Her father, choosing to go out anyway. Not recklessly. Deliberately.She thought about the elevator, the door frame, the second she'd almost said no to Hartwell's contract entirely, back when the timing had felt wrong and she'd talked herself into yes anyway.She thought about standing outside Connor's hotel room years ago, hand raised to knock, and turning around instead and walking home in the cold.She thought about the first time she'd asked Zachary directly if he was sick — the way her voice had shaken asking it, the way everything good that came after had depended entirely on her asking that terrifying question instead of staying quiet and safe.She'd been living all the way forward this whole time. She just hadn't known her father had a name for it.Over breakfast, she told Zachary the whole thing again, slower this time, the fisherman, the feeling, her father's choice.He
The apartment had turned into a kind of organized chaos three weeks out — commission boards stacked against the studio wall, fabric samples pinned to a corkboard that hadn't existed a month ago, and baby things arriving in waves that seemed to have no schedule of their own."Another box," Zachary said, carrying one in from the hallway. "This one's from Caden.""We didn't order anything from Caden.""I'm aware."He opened it on the kitchen counter. Inside was a mobile shaped like tiny hot air balloons, a stack of onesies in three different sizes, and a card that read *saw these and thought of you both, no occasion needed, love C.*"That's actually sweet," Isla said."It's also the fourth unrequested delivery this week.""I know. I've stopped questioning it."Sloane's package arrived the next day — no card, no explanation, just a single item wrapped in plain brown paper that neither of them could immediately identify."What is this," Isla said, turning it over in her hands."I have no i
They met most Tuesdays now, when schedules allowed, a small standing lunch that neither of them had officially named but both quietly protected.Wren was settling into the booth carefully, one hand braced on the table, ten weeks behind Isla now, just starting to show, still wearing the faintly astonished expression of someone who kept forgetting and then remembering."You okay," Isla asked, watching her lower herself down."Fine. Everything just takes longer than it used to. Sitting. Standing. Deciding what to eat.""Welcome to the second half."Wren ordered tea instead of her usual coffee, and for a while they talked about nothing important — the Paris trip, Reid's schedule, a mutual friend's baby shower neither of them had strong opinions about.Then Wren went quiet, turning her cup slowly on the table, and Isla recognized the shift immediately."What," Isla said."I'm afraid of becoming my mother," Wren said. No preamble. That was how Wren said things now, when it mattered.Isla se
Isla's team left at six.She stayed.There was still the ceiling anchor on the north end that wasn't sitting right — a fraction of a degree off, nothing anyone else would notice, everything she would notice every single time she walked into this room for the next three months. She changed into the
Theo's message came at 8:14 a.m.“Reid mentioned you're working in the Cole Global building. I have a consultation there Tuesday. Lunch after?”Isla read it on the subway, one hand on the overhead rail.She smiled and typed back.Tuesday works.I'll find you, he replied.I'll be on the fourteenth f
Reid's dinner parties were never actually dinner parties.Isla figured that out within the first ten minutes.The food was real — properly cooked, properly served, the kind of meal that required actual effort — but the people were too carefully chosen for it to be casual. Everyone in the room knew
She arrived at 8:58 am.Zachary's PA, a composed woman named Diana who had worked for him for seven years and prided herself on being unshockable, did a very subtle double take when Isla Simmons stepped out of the elevator — portfolio under one arm, slightly windswept from the New York morning, loo


















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