The morning light rose gently over the Paris skyline, spreading a warm golden glow across the cobblestone alleys of Montmartre. A week had gone by since Damien arrived—seven still, emotionally charged days since he expressed his feelings to Ava And during that period, nothing had been simple. True to his promise, Damien didn't attempt to influence her, nor did he beg or implore. He didn't urge her for forgiveness or request that she return. He remained—steady, patient, and quietly resolute to demonstrate that his love for her was not a momentary announcement but something genuine.For Ava, her time in Paris was a bold decision. She had immersed herself in her creativity and her self-reliance, yet the remnants of their history continued to murmur in her mind. Damien's presence, in contrast, felt distinct this time—subtle and steady. He wasn't present to resolve issues with lofty speeches or grand gestures of love. Rather, he provided her with distance. He allowed her time. And graduall
Autumn had enveloped Paris like a gentle breath, casting a soft chill over the city that hinted at transformation. The warmth and hope that had previously enveloped Ava now seemed more remote, akin to a memory she struggled to hold onto. She had established a routine here—something dependable, something tranquil—but it seemed delicate, like a glass figure that could shatter if she exhaled too forcefully.Damien was still in Paris. He fulfilled his vow to remain, to be present. Even with him by her side, she felt the distance increasing, invisible yet significant. It wasn't something she could identify immediately—it appeared more like a slight change in the surroundings or a brief glimpse at the periphery of her sight.They would move around one another with ease, like two pieces that perfectly aligned Now, every moment seemed laced with hesitation. Unspoken words lingered, feelings hidden beneath the surface.
The last night of Ava’s exhibition in Paris was nothing less than enchanting. The gallery buzzed with soft conversations and the melody of clinking champagne flutes, glowing beneath warm golden lighting. Art critics and collectors came together with intrigued fans, all enchanted by the depth and feeling of Ava’s creations. It was a night she would always remember—not only for the milestone it represented in her career, but also for how Damien had supported her throughout, his quiet pride providing her stability amid chaosAs the evening came to an end and the final guest stepped into the cool Parisian night, Ava remained in the serene room, absorbing the view of her paintings one final time before they were packed and sent to their new destinations. Damien observed her quietly, his expression contemplative.“Are you prepared?” he inquired gently while she gazed at himShe nodded, an uncommon mixture of success and sorrow surrounding her. "Indeed." "I believe I am."The following morni
Ava paused a short distance from the entrance to Damien's study, discreetly watching him. The apartment was wrapped in quiet, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the corner. The flames moved boldly in the approaching darkness. Damien sat calmly by the fire, holding glass of whiskey in one hand while his other hand lay on the chair's arm. Despite his outward calmness, the stiffness in his stance suggested a mind weighed down by disturbing memoriesAfter several months of being acquainted with him, Ava realized that Damien employed emotional detachment as a protective shield. He was consistently calm, consistently aloof. Yet this evening, he felt more distant than ever before. His speech had been terse all day, his infrequent smiles laced with something inscrutable. It seemed as if an unexpressed burden pressed down on him, pulling him to a realm she couldn’t accompany. Regardless of her efforts, he never allowed her access—constantly withdrawing deeper behind a barrier of
Although it was late—well after midnight—Damien was unable to sleep. Memories of earlier times crowded his thoughts, which often happened when he allowed himself to ponder. Tonight, the memories seemed weightier than usual, the hurt more acute, the desire stronger. He stood at the window, gazing at the muted city skyline, the flickering lights below the storm creating a sorrowful sight.Ava had fallen asleep much earlier, but something kept him there, lingering in the shadows, alone with his thoughts. During these moments of isolation, the recollections emerged—those he had hidden, buried beneath layers of doubt and self-control. Her recollections.She was called Claire. She was all that Damien had never realized he desired and required. Friendly. Kind. Modest. All that had been absent from his life. She entered his life when he was nineteen, still youthful enough to hold onto the hope o
The room was immersed in a warm, golden light—the fireplace softly crackling, candles dancing on nearby shelves like little stars. It was a night that seemed to go on forever, dense with quiet, where speaking felt too burdensome. They sat nearby, but worlds apart, each ensnared in their own tumultuous reflections.Damien had remained mostly silent since their previous discussion, and Ava had refrained from pressing him. She sensed a change occurring between them, something fragile and risky, like a bridge beginning to groan beneath its own load. The barriers Damien had meticulously constructed around himself were beginning to fracture—and she noticed it. She sensed it.In the silence enveloping them, an indescribable tension—powerful and fervent—tingled in the atmosphere. Ava observed him from across the room while curling her legs to her chest on the couch. He gazed into the flames, his jaw tense, his shoulders rigid, but this was not the calm exterior he typically upheld for protect
The evening atmosphere was thick with the aroma of rain, indicating a storm nearing the city. Ava sat silently at the edge of her bed, as the soft lamp light created elongated shadows across the room. The silence was intense, pressing on her heart and turning each breath into a challenge.In her grasp, her phone shimmered gently, the notification on the display cutting through her delicate tranquilityI know your secret. Tell him, or I will.No name. No number she recognized. Only seven words, unsettling in their clarity, exact and ruthless. Initially, she believed it must be a kind of error. Perhaps a joke. Whoever sent it knew. They knew about her father. About the abandonment, the pain she had buried under years of practiced smiles and quiet strength.Her grip on the phone tightened. She wanted to believe it was nothing — a bluff. Maybe if she ignored it, the sender would give up.Yet anxiety had already infiltrated her, digging in deeply. She removed the message, her heart racing,
The rain commenced once more, a continuous, unyielding drumming on the windows that reflected the thumping in Ava’s heart.The turmoil inside her was just as powerful, swirling with numerous feelings she could no longer hold backShe sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly as she stared at the floor as if it might reveal the answers she couldn't find within herselfDamien was in the kitchen, pretending to give her some room, but Ava could feel the tension radiating from him He was anticipating. He waited for her to say something, to clarify the shadows he frequently noticed in her eyes.She was out of justifications. Depleted of power. The secret she had held so closely to her heart was smothering her, and if she didn't release it soon, she would surely sink in it.Gently, she raised her head.“Damien?” Her voice trembled, hardly rising above a murmur.He instantly turned with his expression easing as soon as he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Silently, he walke
The cool autumn breeze lingered in the evening sky as Damien paused before the tiny, hidden café where everything started. The identical location where they first crossed paths, that pivotal night when Ava’s life intertwined with his, transforming everything. He had selected this location for a purpose—because this was where the barriers she’d constructed so meticulously had started to fall apart. Where they had initially experienced a moment that seemed to make time stand still.He gazed at the plain gold ring lying in the pocket of his coat. It wasn't luxurious, but it was all he required it to be. It symbolized his dedication, his vow—his eternity. He had considered this event for weeks, carefully planning how to make it perfect for her. This wasn't just another stage in their relationship; this was the moment that would alter everything. They had battled for their love, and now, it was his moment to demonstrate that he intended to stay.Ava had made great progress, and he had too.
Ava arranged herself beside the window, observing the city outside as the morning sunlight flooded the penthouse, enveloping the living room in a gentle radiance. The landscape, once representative of her struggles and uncertainties, now appeared as a clear route ahead.A month had passed since the press conference, a month since she had ultimately emerged into the light and faced the shadows of her past. The world was different now, and she was too. She felt it profoundly inside her, this subtle transformation, this new phase unfolding before herHer phone vibrated on the coffee table interrupting her daydream. She grabbed it and noticed a message from Damien“Are you ready for today?”Her lips curled into a smile as she typed back:“More than ready.”They had been through so much together so many battles fought in the shadows but now, they were stepping into the light as a couple. For the first time, Ava didn’t feel afraid. Not of the world and not of what it would think of them.Da
The headlines had been relentless over the past week, whispering Ava's secrets like daggers cloaked in curiosityHer father’s abandonment—something she had buried deep—was being exhumed, piece by piece, by the one man that has made her life a living hell these past weeks.Julian.He had escalated his manipulation, weaving her vulnerability into the media narrative in veiled, malicious ways. The press was eating it up. His carefully placed whispers were turning into front-page sensations. Ava’s past—the one she had worked so hard to bury—was now dangling on the edge of exposure.Her hand hovered over her phone, the screen still lit with the last message.“Meet me. Tonight. No more running.”She had known it was only a matter of time. She couldn’t hide anymore—not from the public, not from Damien, and certainly not from herself. Her secrets were no longer safe. And if Julian wanted to use them against her, she would meet him head-on.And so, she went. Alone.Julian rested against the gl
The weight of silence between them was suffocating. Damien had spent the past few days pacing his penthouse, plagued by a helpless sense of déjà vu. He’d been here before—desperate to break through Ava’s walls, only to find them reinforced.But this time, it was different.She had told him about her past—about her father, the abandonment, the years of self-protection that followed. Damien had thought her confession would finally free them, finally bring them closer. But instead, it felt like she had drifted even further away.And that gnawing doubt Julian had planted during their last encounter refused to leave his mind.What else was she hiding?She’d been colder lately. Distant. Her gaze would drift during discussions, her replies brief and unfocused. At times she recoiled when he reached for her, as if she were in a different place altogether.The Ava who once gazed at him as if he were her lifeline in a tempest—was escaping his grasp.And he was unsure how to put an end to it.Ava
The city glittered below Julian’s office window, the skyline stretched like a crown of diamonds against the inky night. But he didn’t see it. His attention was consumed by a single, all-consuming objective.Ava Rossi.He had spent months digging into her past, and now the truth sat neatly in a thick manila file on his desk — a chronicle of secrets, abandonment, and the very pain she had fought so hard to conceal. Julian had always known people broke easier when their past was weaponized against them, and Ava was no exception.She would unravel.And Damien would follow.Julian didn’t plan to crush them in a single blow. That would be too easy. No, this needed to be slow. Calculated. The kind of pain that lingered.He started with seeds — small, almost invisible.A well-timed remark over drinks. A carefully constructed pause.“She’s guarded,” Julian said casually to Damien during a networking event, swirling his drink as though they were merely chatting. “Given everything she’s been thr
The rain commenced once more, a continuous, unyielding drumming on the windows that reflected the thumping in Ava’s heart.The turmoil inside her was just as powerful, swirling with numerous feelings she could no longer hold backShe sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly as she stared at the floor as if it might reveal the answers she couldn't find within herselfDamien was in the kitchen, pretending to give her some room, but Ava could feel the tension radiating from him He was anticipating. He waited for her to say something, to clarify the shadows he frequently noticed in her eyes.She was out of justifications. Depleted of power. The secret she had held so closely to her heart was smothering her, and if she didn't release it soon, she would surely sink in it.Gently, she raised her head.“Damien?” Her voice trembled, hardly rising above a murmur.He instantly turned with his expression easing as soon as he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Silently, he walke
The evening atmosphere was thick with the aroma of rain, indicating a storm nearing the city. Ava sat silently at the edge of her bed, as the soft lamp light created elongated shadows across the room. The silence was intense, pressing on her heart and turning each breath into a challenge.In her grasp, her phone shimmered gently, the notification on the display cutting through her delicate tranquilityI know your secret. Tell him, or I will.No name. No number she recognized. Only seven words, unsettling in their clarity, exact and ruthless. Initially, she believed it must be a kind of error. Perhaps a joke. Whoever sent it knew. They knew about her father. About the abandonment, the pain she had buried under years of practiced smiles and quiet strength.Her grip on the phone tightened. She wanted to believe it was nothing — a bluff. Maybe if she ignored it, the sender would give up.Yet anxiety had already infiltrated her, digging in deeply. She removed the message, her heart racing,
The room was immersed in a warm, golden light—the fireplace softly crackling, candles dancing on nearby shelves like little stars. It was a night that seemed to go on forever, dense with quiet, where speaking felt too burdensome. They sat nearby, but worlds apart, each ensnared in their own tumultuous reflections.Damien had remained mostly silent since their previous discussion, and Ava had refrained from pressing him. She sensed a change occurring between them, something fragile and risky, like a bridge beginning to groan beneath its own load. The barriers Damien had meticulously constructed around himself were beginning to fracture—and she noticed it. She sensed it.In the silence enveloping them, an indescribable tension—powerful and fervent—tingled in the atmosphere. Ava observed him from across the room while curling her legs to her chest on the couch. He gazed into the flames, his jaw tense, his shoulders rigid, but this was not the calm exterior he typically upheld for protect
Although it was late—well after midnight—Damien was unable to sleep. Memories of earlier times crowded his thoughts, which often happened when he allowed himself to ponder. Tonight, the memories seemed weightier than usual, the hurt more acute, the desire stronger. He stood at the window, gazing at the muted city skyline, the flickering lights below the storm creating a sorrowful sight.Ava had fallen asleep much earlier, but something kept him there, lingering in the shadows, alone with his thoughts. During these moments of isolation, the recollections emerged—those he had hidden, buried beneath layers of doubt and self-control. Her recollections.She was called Claire. She was all that Damien had never realized he desired and required. Friendly. Kind. Modest. All that had been absent from his life. She entered his life when he was nineteen, still youthful enough to hold onto the hope o