LOGIN~Sara~I go still. Like completely still.Not a blink. Not a breath.Just… still.Something in his voice catches, low and steady, and it hooks into me before I can stop it. I press my fingers slightly against the table, pulse kicking up without permission. There’s a pull there. A subtle, dangerous pull I shouldn't be feeling it.But I feel it, get drawn to it, and I hate that I do.I run my eyes over him slowly, not even noticing that I do.His hair is darker now. That sharp jawline of his looks more defined. His eyes… God. Same hazel-green, but heavier somehow. Like they’ve seen things. Like they know things.I swallow.Damn him.He shifts slightly, lifting his gaze from the mic and scans the hall.My stomach tightens as I watch him look around.Don’t.Don’t you dare think—His eyes land on me.Shit!And he smiles.My breath hitches so sharply it almost hurts.Stop it, Sara. You don’t like him anymore.You don’t—But my eyes stay locked with his.Like something invisible just sna
~Sara~ I rub a hand over my chest, steadying my breath as I step back into the hall. The guests are holding conversations among themselves now. A soft ballad plays in the background. The stage is empty—only God knows what other unsolicited assignment the MC has ventured into—and nothing seems to be going on. I walk back to my seat, settling in. Jeremy narrows his eyes at me. I raise a brow. “What?” “You left the hall,” he says carefully. “Out of the blu—” “Toilet emergency.” The words roll out of my mouth before he can finish. I adjust in my seat and look toward the stage, like something interesting is happening there. Jeremy leans forward and nods at the stage. “You know there’s nothing going on there, right?” “Well, who knows.” I shrug. “Something fun might happen, and I might miss it if I look away.” He leans back and grabs the glass of whiskey on the table, emptying the remaining contents into his mouth in one go. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a tough case, Sara,” he
~Alex~Nobody hesitates.Laptops snap shut.Makeup kits disappear.The cameramen practically sprint for the door.Within seconds, the suite empties.The door shuts.Linda turns around to me. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Alex?”I move past her toward the sofa area.“What’s wrong with me?” I mutter. “Maybe ask your dad since he’s the reason we’re married in the first place.”She twirls toward me. “Even if that’s true, are you seriously going to make it obvious to the world?”I drop onto the sofa heavily.“World?” I scoff. “It’s just Suzy and her crew. They’ve seen well enough to know this marriage is a sham.”“Alex.” Her teeth grit together.I spread my arms lazily. “I mean, if we love each other so much, why call an intimacy coordinator to give us directions on what to say and how to act on our own anniversary?”“Alex.” Her face reddens. “Stop.”I ignore her completely. “Maybe next they’ll teach us how to hold hands lovingly.” I let out a dry chuckle. “Or how long we should stare
~Alex~“To my ever loving wife, Linda. You are the moon beneath my ruined skies, the breath inside my lungs, the only hand I crave to hold through every storm and every—”I crumple the note beneath my fingers. Around me, camera lights beam hot against my skin. The makeup crew freeze. Someone behind the monitor coughs awkwardly.I toss the paper into a trash can. “I’m not reading this bullshit. ”A horrified silence sweeps the dressing room.“What the fuck, Alex?” Suzy, the intimacy coordinator storms forward, spreading her arms.“No way in hell am I reading that bullshit, Suzy.” I raise my forefinger at her while stepping away from the camera setup. “You people are doing too much.”A stylist mutters something under her breath.Another crew member quickly pretends to focus on fixing the reflector stand.I head straight for the bar stand at the corner of the suite and grab the whiskey bottle. The liquid sloshes into the glass. Some spills over my fingers.Didn’t mean to do that.Didn’t
~Sara~ I drive down the road, thinking about what the new PA of mine told me at the office. “You’re bitter, angry at the world.” I scoff. Yeah right. Me? Bitter? Angry? I drive into the building, halt at the front, kill off the engine, then grab my purse from the passenger seat and look into the rearview mirror, making sure my makeup is still intact. I blow myself a kiss and push the door open, stepping down. My eyes land on the electronic signboard on the glass of the building. Fords Hotel, it says. I pull out the invitation card from my purse, look at it, glance back at the signboard, and sigh. The valet steps forward as I approach, and I toss him my keys. “Be careful with her,” I say, tapping my car lightly. “She’s a little temperamental.” He grins. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll treat her like a queen.” I snort and walk into the building. Inside, the press have gathered, snapping pictures. As soon as they see me, they abandon the guest they were crowding and start bombarding
~Anita~The secretary nods at me to enter. I cough nervously and stand, legs shaking. I mutter a silent prayer as I head to the office. Almost at the door, beside the counter, the secretary grabs my hand.She looks into the office, then back at me and leans in. "Whatever you do, do not mention you're a big fan of Alex Ford and Linda Frothmoth. Celine Quinn, she can manage. But Alex Ford and Linda..." She pulls back, shaking her head. "Never."I nod. She lets go. I take a deep breath and walk in.Inside, the office is bland and lacks life. The walls are painted grey, the shelves and furniture dull. Whoever owned this had waged war with happiness.My gaze lands on the woman that stares at me with a strict, mean look that says she hasn't laughed in years. I swallow.Sara. Jane.The icon who built the biggest marketing agency in the country in three years.She gestures to the chair. I obey, swallowing hard as I lower myself into it.She leans back, eyes narrowing. “Tell me about yourself
13 Hours Till Anniversary...~ALEX~We are stationed a few kilometers away from Khlan’s hideout.I stand near the edge of the temporary camp, eyes fixed on the dark outline of the hills ahead. Somewhere beyond them, Khlan is breathing. Walking. Doing to Sara things I can't even bring myself to thin
~ALEX~36 Hours Till Anniversary…____Thirty-six hours till the anniversary.That's all I have.That's all Sara has.Our helicopter hovers above the thick, dense trees masking the island below—the Night Shifters’ base.Jake and I sit at the back of the helicopter, the pilot up front, with headsets
~SARA~I watch as the woman pull the fabric from the bed and step closer. Her hands are gentle but firm as she guides me into it, sliding the fabric over my shoulders. The night dress feels cool against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat rising in my chest.Khlan— after our 'conversation
~ALEX~“All right,” the nurse says, snapping off her gloves as she steps back from the bed. “You’re all stitched up.”I groan and I pick my shirt— still blood stained, slipping it on."You're lucky," she continues, putting back the stitching tools in the metal tray, "The bullet didn't hit any vital







