Masuk“Why are you here?” I whispered, voice trembling in the dark, though no one answered me.
I jolted awake, sheets twisted around me like a suffocating cage. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. Sweat clung to my skin, and the taste of him...Drake...was everywhere: on my lips, my tongue, the back of my throat. It wasn’t real. I told myself it wasn’t real. Yet the echo of his voice, low and dangerously near, made my knees weak.T"If we don't lease this industrial space by midnight, Sabrina, the digital fulfillment queue will literally trigger a localized server meltdown," Theo yelled over the deafening roar of the D-train rattling right outside the cracked window.I swept my gaze across the sprawling, raw concrete floor of the Dumbo warehouse, my boots leaving sharp imprints in the decades of dust. "Then wire the security deposit to the landlord immediately, Theo... we aren't letting a logistics bottleneck choke out our momentum.""The lease is already digitally signed, boss," Aria shouted from the far corner, her bright pink measuring tape snapping loudly against a massive exposed brick pillar. "We have exactly four thousand square feet of absolute industrial bliss... goodbye cramped living room, hello actual creative sovereignty."The sheer volume of incoming orders following Vanessa Sterling’s gala appearance had turned my small apartment into an absolute war zone of bubble wrap, velvet boxes, and tangled
"If this custom cuff doesn't make me look like I devour hedge funds for breakfast, Sabrina, I am walking straight back to Cartier," Vanessa Sterling declared, her massive diamond rings clinking aggressively against the glass display counter.I didn't blink, maintaining the absolute ice-cold executive composure I had spent months perfecting. "Cartier makes you look like an heiress who plays by the rules, Vanessa... Mendoza Luxe makes you look like you write them.""She’s literally not lying," Aria chimed in from the velvet workstation behind me, pretending to sort through a tray of raw emeralds while secretly tracking every single breath the billionaire socialite took. "That piece doesn't just complement a gown... it completely weaponizes it."Vanessa leaned forward, her sharp, heavily contoured eyes scanning the heavy, geometric silver cuff sitting on the black velvet tray between us. It was a masterpiece of brutalist architecture... raw, unpolished platinum edges colliding with a spr
"Sign the final allocation forms or watch your entire administrative legacy dissolve into federal dust before breakfast, Drake," Emma purred, her flawless, glossy lips curving into a predatory grin as she leaned over my desk.I didn't blink, my hand steady as I set my heavy crystal tumbler down on the wood. "The treasury transfers require my personal biometric token, Emma... you can't bypass the primary ledger without triggering a systemic red flag.""Oh, you poor, sweet billionaire... you actually think I’m still playing by the corporate handbook," she laughed, a sharp, ringing sound that made the hairs on my arms stand up. She tossed a sleek, encrypted tablet directly onto my lap. "Open the global asset tracking module right now and look at the domestic reserve accounts... look at what happens when a girl gets bored of waiting for a ring."My fingers swiped across the glass panel, entering the master administrative key. The screen flickered, transitioning from the standard blue corp
"Sign the corporate restructuring addendum right now, Drake, because my patience is wearing incredibly thin and your board is already whispering behind your back," Emma purred, her manicured fingers brushing over my shoulder like a spider spinning silk.I kept my eyes locked on the floor-to-ceiling glass of my penthouse office, refusing to look at her reflection. "The board answers to me, Emma... not to a model who thinks a marriage contract gives her executive clearance.""Oh, it gives me exactly what I need to dismantle your little kingdom piece by piece if you don't stay in line," she whispered, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction as she dropped a stack of thick legal files onto my mahogany desk. "Your chief counsel, Marcus Hale, is already drafting the final press releases for our engagement gala next month. You're going to stand beside me, you're going to smile for the cameras, and you're going to act like the obsessed fiancé New York expects you to be."I adjusted the
"Hit the button before I throw up my expensive iced matcha all over your server racks, Theo."Theo didn't even flinch, his eyes reflecting the harsh blue glare of three stacked monitors. "We are exactly two minutes out from midnight, Sabrina, and if the global cache doesn't refresh perfectly, the entire checkout pipeline is going to look completely cooked. Let me cook in peace, please.""She has been cooking for six months straight, Theo, let the girl breathe," Aria chimed in from the velvet couch, her fingers flying across her screen as she monitored our social channels. "The countdown on our Instagram story is currently breaking the analytics dashboard. The girls are literally feral in the comment section. They want the geometric quartz bands, and they want them right now."I stood in the center of the dark Brooklyn studio, my arms crossed tightly over my structured blazer. The sharp, asymmetrical lines of my new haircut grazed my jawline, a constant physical reminder of the woman I
"Cut it right now, Aria, and don't you dare look at me like I'm losing my mind," I said, shoving the heavy, professional fabric shears directly into her hands.Aria gasped, her neon green nails trembling against the cold steel of the blades as she stared at me through the mirror. "Sabrina, babe, this hair is literally your signature... it’s giving pristine, flawless, elegant goddess. Drake used to literally look at you like he wanted to swallow you whole every time you wore it down.""Exactly, and that is precisely why it needs to go," I whispered, my voice cutting through the humid air of the studio like a scalpel. "The girl who kept her hair long because she knew he liked winding it around his knuckles when he pinned her against his leather sofa... that girl is completely dead. She expired the second he signed that contract termination check and told me to vanish."Aria looked at me, her gaze shifting from shock to pure, protective fire. "You are completely unhinged right now, and h
“Come here, my daughter.”My mother’s voice broke me before her arms even wrapped around me.I didn’t answer. I just stepped into her embrace and collapsed, my forehead pressing into her shoulder as if my body had finally remembered where it was allowed to fall apart. The airport noise blurred...ro
"Tell me you didn’t really erase yourself.”I said it to the dark like it might answer back, like the penthouse might soften and confess this was a nightmare I’d wake up from. My voice sounded wrong...too raw, too open. I hated it. I hated how easily she had stripped me down to this.I stood barefo
“I can’t breathe in this place without you.”“I said leave me alone.”The words came out sharp, aimed at the empty penthouse like it could hear me, like it would listen. My voice echoed off the glass walls and came back weaker, lonelier...mocking me.The city stretched outside, glittering and alive
“Sabrina… where are you?”The office was dark. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning and my own ragged breathing. I had called her phone. Over and over. No answer. I had messaged. No reply. Emails? Deleted. Social media? Gone. Every trace of her existence I could reach had vanished.Va







