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TRIGGER LETTER
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FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE GLIMPSE
The universe had a twisted sense of humor. Henry knew this because the last time he’d tried calling Jake and Lily—his two favorite chaos magnets—their phones had simultaneously died, and then he had nearly died on the highway trying to get to Aspenridge through a blizzard that looked like Mother Nature had a personal vendetta against him. He’d left the city in a rush, muttering to himself the entire drive.Barely two days after returning from the secret wedding and the tabloids had already gotten the news.The close up picture of them three in that small office proving they had been followed since the beginning. But when the reception died, when every attempt to reach them hit a dead end, the laughter dried in his throat. By the time he reached the mountain pass, a black SUV appeared out of nowhere—blinding lights, screeching tires. It blocked the road, cutting him off so abruptly he nearly skidded into a snowbank. His heart slammed into his ribs as a man stepped out. No badge.
FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE SECOND WARNING
LILY By the time Mr. Collins shut the apartment door behind us, my legs had stopped cooperating. The adrenaline that pushed me through the crowd, through the cameras, through the unbearable sight of Jake standing a breath away yet oceans apart—vanished. All that was left was a trembling shell of a body that wanted to collapse. “Sit, Lily,” Mr. Collins urged softly. I did. The old couch sagged beneath me, familiar and worn and safe in a way nothing else in my life was anymore. My heartbeat was still erratic, thudding hard enough to echo in my ears. Outside the window, the city lights blurred behind the fog of exhaustion. He paced for a moment, hands on his hips. “You could’ve been trampled out there. What were you thinking, going to that madhouse?” “I had to see him.” The words scraped out of me, raw and bruised. Mr. Collins’s expression shifted— a quiet understanding he didn’t dare voice. He slowly took the armchair opposite me. “You cared for him.” Not a question. A gen
FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE TRIGGER LETTER
JAKE The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that echoed strangely in my bones. It was my first day back. My first step into the life everyone insisted belonged to me. The executive floor stretched out in polished glass and muted lighting, sleek and impressive in a way that should have sparked pride. Instead, all I felt was a dull pressure behind my ribs, a sensation like I was trespassing on a memory I couldn’t access. My assistant greeted me with an efficient smile, rattling off the morning’s schedule, but her voice drifted behind me as I stepped into the office that had supposedly been mine for years. The moment I crossed the threshold, a strange heaviness settled over me. Everything was perfect, but none of it felt lived in. The air held a sterile chill as though the room had been sealed shut for months. I moved slowly, letting my fingertips drift across the glass desk, the bookshelves, the metal edge of the chair. Every surface was familiar in shape yet foreign in
FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE PHANTOM FEELINGS
LILY The moment I stepped out of the cab, I knew something was wrong. Ryland Enterprise was always busy, but today, the air vibrated with a different kind of noise—shouts, camera shutters, and flashing lights. Security barked orders. Employees strained their necks for a better view.And through all that chaos, one phrase kept echoing.“He’s back! Ryland’s CEO is finally returning!”My heart slammed against my ribs, harder than anything the panic attack had done to me. I pushed forward instinctively, my breath tightening as I fought the tide of bodies. I didn’t care that I had no invitation. I didn’t care that I’d been banned. I didn’t care that just this morning, I had been a trembling mess trying to remember which life was real. I just had to see him. For one second. For proof that I wasn’t losing my mind. Security shoved people aside to clear a path, and in the jostling mess, a guard caught my arm. “Ma’am, step back. You’re not allowed—” I yanked free. “Please, I’m not tryin
FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE AMNESIA
JAKE 3 MONTHS AGO The mountains outside the window stretched endlessly, a sweeping sheet of white that felt too still.I found myself staring at that frozen landscape more often than anything else these days, perhaps because it was easier than trying to make sense of the hollow ache beneath my ribs. Ever since I woke in that hospital room with voices I didn’t recognize and a year of my life swallowed whole by darkness, the world had felt strangely misaligned—familiar in shape, but distant, as though I were living my days from behind blurred glass. They told me I had been lucky. They said I had been caught in a storm during a skiing trip, found unconscious, borderline hypothermic. They said an accident had stolen twelve months from me. And she—my wife—repeated it with such soft, controlled tenderness that anyone else might have believed the story without question. But every time she said it,It left a distaste in my mouth. She sat across the room now, her posture elegant, her
FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE HOPE
LILY Darkness pressed against the cabin windows when I stirred. My body ached, my head throbbed, and my chest still felt tight from the panic attack. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then reality hit me—Jake. Our vows. The snow-dusted ridge. The baby growing inside me. The advocate office. Our private wedding. The cabin. All gone from the world’s eyes. “No… this isn’t real,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Panic started to rise again, but I forced myself upright, shaking off the fog. I grabbed my phone. Jake. Henry. Dead tone. Dead tone. I pressed a hand to my belly. A faint flutter stirred inside me.My little anchor. My reason to keep moving forward. Enough. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t stay here. I shoved myself off the rug, pulled on my coat and boots, grabbed my keys and phone. “I’m coming to find you,” I whispered into the empty cabin. “I’m done letting them erase us.” The streets blurred beneath my wheels. Ryland Enterprise rose ahead. Somewhere inside, there had
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