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2025-09-05 01:13:55Liam’s POV
An accident. It was clear. Thin smoke still rose from the side of the road, a crowd had gathered, and several officers were directing traffic, urging drivers to wait. My fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, anxiety crawling higher by the second. Every moment that passed felt like torture.A glance at the dashboard clock only tightened the knot in my chest. The longer I sat here, the sharper my panic grew. Dark thoughts clawed their way back in despite my earlier attempts to push them away. What if my instinct was right? What if she was alone right now, helpless—and I was stuck here, useless?I closed my eyes for a breath, inhaled deeply, exhaled slow. But that only heightened my awareness of the chaos outside. Sirens wailed, tires screeched, scattered voices shouted from the crowd. The sound of it all pressed against my skull, feeding the unease.Traffic crawled forward, a few meters at a time, only to halt again. Frustration made me sla
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Sienna's POV I chose to pick up Noah myself today. After everything that happened at the publishing office, my head felt too full, and somehow all I wanted was to see my son’s face. As if doing that would help my breathing return to normal.I sat in the back seat of the taxi, leaning against the seat while watching the streets pass by through the window. The hum of the engine was steady, soft enough not to disturb me, real enough to keep me awake. My hands rested on the bag in my lap, fingers unconsciously intertwined an old habit whenever my thoughts became too crowded.After the meeting at the publishing office earlier, I knew I wasn’t capable of driving myself. My head throbbed lightly, not from pain, but from too many things pushing to be thought through at once. Decisions, courage, and the shadows of the past blended together. So I ordered a taxi, choosing to sit quietly and let someone else carry my body to the next destination.The taxi driver turne
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Emily's POV “Yes,” Willy replied. “The contract is substantial. The exposure is wide. This project ” I stopped hearing the rest. Life Techno Group. Liam’s company. My heart beat faster. Then, without holding back, a corner of my lips lifted. Slowly. Surely. A smile that hadn’t appeared in a long time. “Interesting,” I murmured. Willy looked at me, slightly hesitant. “Miss, are you okay?” “Okay?” I repeated. “No, Willy. I’m more than okay.” I walked away from the window, moving through the living room with lighter steps than before. My chest, which had felt so tight earlier, now seemed filled with fresh air. “How funny,” I said with a smile. “When everyone thought I had fallen, fate opened the door most relevant.” Willy blinked, trying to follow my train of thought. “You mean because Life Techno Group belongs to Mr. Liam?” I stopped walking, turning to him. My smil
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Emily's POV I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating. Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.“Miss,” he called carefully.I didn’t answer.“This apartment feels too quiet when you’re like this,” he continued, trying to start a conversation without touching the flame of my anger. “Maybe you’d like to sit down? I can make some tea.”I chuckled softly, without humor. “Tea?” I turned halfway, looking at him through the glass reflection. “You think tea can fix a reputation that’s already being forgotten?”I swallowed. “I’m not saying that.”“Then what?” I finally turned fully to face him. “Say it. Don’t just stand there with that pitiful look on your face.”He exhaled, then lifted his head. “I think Miss is being too hard on herself.”Those words made me let out
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Emily's POV I got into my luxury car with a harsh movement, slamming the door harder than necessary. The scent of genuine leather and the overly cold air conditioning greeted me, but none of this luxury made my chest feel any lighter. I kicked off my heels carelessly, propping my feet up on the seat with an indifferent attitude.Willy was already sitting in the front seat.“Miss Emily,” he said cautiously, as if every word had to be measured to avoid triggering an explosion. “Shall we just go straight home today?”I leaned my head back against the headrest, staring at the ceiling of the car. “Yes,” I answered lazily. “I’m tired.”The car started moving. The roads felt longer than usual, even though the distance was the same. I closed my eyes, but instead of relief, Sienna’s face appeared the calm look in her eyes, her words piercing without even raising her voice. It hurt more than any slap.I opened my eyes, annoyed.Why does it feel like everyone today
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Sienna's POV I looked straight at her. “You’re too strong for that. Too confident. Too accustomed to winning.”Her manager shifted slightly, as if wanting to intervene, but Emily raised a hand to stop him.“Are you insulting me?” she asked sharply.I smiled faintly not a mocking smile, but the smile of someone who was no longer afraid. “No. I don’t feel like I’m insulting you at all.”“Then what do you mean by saying I’m not suitable, manipulative, and…”I cut her off, my voice still low but firm. “I never called you manipulative. I only said you might be better suited to working with a writer who creates characters like that.”Emily froze, her eyes widening. “So you are insulting me.”I shook my head slowly. “No, Emily. You’re the one putting that label on yourself.”The air between us tightened. I could see anger swirling in her eyes, but I didn’t take a single step back.“You know,” I continued, my voice now colder, “wh
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Sienna's POV The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beginning.“Thank you, Sienna,” she said sincerely. “Your decision was clear and well-directed. We’ll wait for your update regarding the new cover concept.”I nodded. “Thank you as well for respecting my opinion.”We exchanged smiles before parting. My steps felt lighter as I left the meeting room like an old burden had finally been lifted, not just about the book, but about having the courage to stand by my own choices.I walked down the publisher’s corridor more calmly than when I’d arrived that morning. The glass walls on my right reflected my own image a face that looked tired, yet more upright. Something had changed, subtly but unmistakably. As if I had just signed an unwri
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