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Chapter 30

Author: Amycee
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-16 21:01:09

The idea of traveling to St. Barts should’ve excited me.

Sun. Sand. A private island villa. Sophia and Jay practically begged me to come.

But instead of excitement, all I felt was a tight knot in my chest. I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t say yes without checking in with the one person who had always helped me sort through the noise, my mom.

I curled up on the couch with a warm mug of tea, took a deep breath, and dialed her number.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Emily? Hope you’re doing alright?”

“Yeah... I mean, mostly. Can we talk for a bit?”

“Of course, honey. Talk to me.”

So I did.

I told her everything. Started from the day I stepped into Liam Black’s mansion, to our tension-filled working relationship, the rooftop moments, the kiss, and the confusing silence that followed. Then, this spontaneous invite to St. Barts with his family.

She was quiet for a moment. I could hear her steady breathing, like she was mentally lining everything up, processing it all one piece at a time.
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