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“Baby! Liam!! I’m home!”
My voice echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the walls of our small apartment. Normally, he would come running — his face lighting up, his arms wrapping me in a warm embrace. But today, there was only silence. A strange feeling crept up my spine. Something felt off. I kicked off my shoes, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor the only reply I got. “Liam?” I called again, softer this time. Still nothing. The living room was empty. The television was off. His phone was lying face down on the couch. That was strange — he never went anywhere without it. A whisper of suspicion began to form in my mind, one I tried to push away. No, not Liam. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. I made my way upstairs, my heartbeat quickening with each step. And then I stopped. The door to our bedroom was half open. The soft rustle of sheets met my ears. I pushed the door slowly, praying — begging silently — that I was wrong. But there he was. Liam. My Liam. Asleep. In our bed. With Anna. My best friend. My entire body froze. The world around me blurred, my breath coming out in short gasps. For a moment, I couldn’t even scream — I just stared, numb and trembling. Then reality hit like a slap. “LIAM!” Anna jerked up, her hair messy, the bedsheet clutched to her chest. But he didn’t move. He was still asleep, blissfully unaware. That was what broke me. I stormed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, filled a jug with cold water, and walked back out. Without thinking twice, I poured it all over him. He jerked awake with a loud gasp. “What the—Vera?!” “Peaceful sleep after having fun with my best friend, huh?!” I shouted, tears already welling up. His eyes darted from me to Anna, who sat there in silence, her lips curling into a smug half-smile. “Baby, I can explain,” Liam stammered, reaching out to me. “Explain what?” Anna’s voice sliced through the air like a knife. “You don’t owe her anything. Don’t be scared of her, Liam. You’ve got me now. My family is rich — I can give you everything you’ll ever need.” My jaw dropped. “Shut up! How did you even— Oh my God…” Liam turned sharply to her, anger flashing in his eyes. “Get out, Anna!” But she only laughed softly, sliding out of the bed. “You’ll call me when you realize she’s not worth it,” she said, shooting me a condescending glance before walking out. The room fell into an awkward, painful silence. I could barely breathe. “Vera…” he began, taking a hesitant step toward me. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare come near me.” “Please, I made a mistake—” “A mistake? Sleeping with my best friend is a mistake to you?” My voice broke, trembling between rage and heartbreak. “I gave up everything for you, Liam. Everything.” Tears blurred my vision. I grabbed my phone, my bag — anything within reach — and ran out before he could stop me. My heart pounded in my ears as I stumbled down the stairs and out the front door. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to be far away — from that house, that bed, those lies. By the time I stopped, I was sitting on a cold metal bench at the park, my hands shaking uncontrollably. The late afternoon sun had dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and gold. Families were walking their dogs, children were laughing — and I sat there, falling apart. Tears poured freely down my face, unstoppable and hot. Not just from betrayal, but from realization. I had left my entire family to be with Liam. My father had warned me. Everyone had. But I’d been blinded — by love, by promises, by his smile. My father had wanted me to marry his friend’s son — a man I’d never even met. A man who was abroad at the time, handling his family’s business. But I had refused. I thought love was enough. I thought Liam was enough. I laughed bitterly through my tears. How foolish could I have been? We had been together since childhood. He used to walk me home from school, carry my books, tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world. We used to dream of growing old together, building a life. When he lost his job, I became the provider, taking on extra shifts just to make ends meet. He had promised me that once he found work again, he’d take care of me. And I had believed him. Now, thinking back, all the little signs made sense — the late nights, the sudden phone calls, the perfume on his shirts that wasn’t mine. I had brushed it all off. Love makes you blind. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, my chest heaving. I had wanted to surprise him today — to tell him the good news. I’d just gotten a job at Lancel Group. The Lancel Group — the leading business chain in the entire city. People waited years for a chance to work there. Vacancies only opened once every two years, and only the best were chosen. I’d worked so hard for that opportunity, studied till my eyes ached, sacrificed sleep — and I made it. I was supposed to walk through the door today with a smile, tell Liam our luck had changed, that our life was finally turning around. But instead, I found him in my bed. With Anna. My heart clenched painfully at the thought. I pressed my hands to my chest, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I didn’t need to see his name on my screen. Not anymore. I was done crying for him. I placed a call to my sister, she has been the only family who never left me even after my father disowned me. Immediately she picked me up , I broke down in tears telling her everything that had happened. Anna! I have always told you I don't trust her, she said with anger and disgust written over her face. She pulled me over and hugged me tightly, she wiped my tears and then urged me to follow her to a club that she has a surprise for me.***The office was quiet that evening. Most of the employees had left hours ago, leaving only the hum of the air conditioning and the faint click of my keyboard as I typed the final notes for the day. I was about to pack up when I felt it — that familiar weight of someone’s presence.“Vera,” Lance’s voice cut through the silence. Calm. Controlled. Commanding.I froze mid-type, my fingers hovering above the keys. My heart beat faster, and I suddenly felt exposed. “Yes?” I called, forcing my voice to sound steady.He stepped closer, leaning lightly against the edge of my desk. That signature smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes were serious. “Do you have a moment?”I nodded, unsure why my throat felt so dry. “Of course.”He took a deep breath, as though preparing to drop a bomb. “What I’m about to propose… it’s not usual. Not for a businesswoman like you. And not for someone like me.”I raised an eyebrow. “That’s… ominous,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though
Lost Love ***For the past few days, Lance had been absent from the office, and I hadn’t seen him even once. Not that I would admit it out loud, but I missed him terribly. Every morning felt incomplete without the echo of his presence, without the subtle way he passed by, brushing past me, making the air around us electric without even trying.I tried to focus on my work, on the endless spreadsheets, meetings, and files stacked neatly on my desk, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always drifted to him.And I didn’t just miss him. I craved him.***I fantasized about him — about the way he looked when he was serious, commanding in his tailored suits, every inch of him radiating power and control. But my fantasies weren’t about business. No, they were far more intimate.I wanted him to hold me. To pull me close and let me feel the warmth of his chest against mine. I wanted him to touch me, his hands strong and confident, exploring, claiming, igniting fires I hadn’t even known e
Lance POV continues….The city skyline stretched out below me as the private jet descended. Every light, every shadow, felt like a warning, like fate itself was trying to tell me I wasn’t ready for what I was about to find. But I couldn’t wait any longer. Isabella had ignored my calls, silenced my texts, and completely disappeared into her life abroad. I needed answers.I didn’t call ahead. I didn’t warn her. If she had anything to say for herself, I’d hear it straight from her lips.By the time I arrived at her apartment building, the bass of music thumped through the air, echoing down the hallway. I stepped into the corridor, feeling a tight knot of anticipation in my chest. This… this isn’t going to be easy.Through the half-open door, I saw her. Isabella, laughing with a group of people, drinks in hand, completely unaware that I was standing there. One of the guys next to her had his arm draped across her shoulders in a familiarity that made my chest ache. She glanced at her phone
LANCE POV.The moment I stepped into the private dining room of the Lancel estate, I felt the weight of the air pressing down on me. My parents were already seated — Mr. and Mrs. Lancel, immaculately dressed, their expressions a careful blend of expectation and subtle impatience. The chandelier above cast a harsh glow, highlighting the lines of concern on my mother’s face.“Lance,” my father began, voice calm but firm, “we need to have a serious conversation. Sit down.”I hesitated, then slid into the chair across from them. I knew this was coming. My mother’s hands were folded neatly on the table, and I could see the faint tension in her jaw.“Your father and I have been discussing this for months,” she said, her tone steady but sharp. “You are thirty years old. A brilliant, capable man. And yet…” Her voice trailed, and I already knew what was coming.“Yet what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral, calm, but my chest was tightening.“You are not married,” my father said, leanin
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be real.The air around me felt too thin, too hot, and too still all at once. He stood there, tall and unbothered, every inch of him radiating the kind of confidence that made people instinctively straighten their posture. His dark hair was styled neatly, his jaw clean-shaven, and his expression unreadable. But those eyes — deep, cold, knowing — found me like a target.For a moment, I prayed he didn’t recognize me. Maybe I just looked like every other new hire in this room. Maybe—His lips curved. Slightly.A slow, deliberate smirk that sent my stomach twisting.He recognized me.Oh, my God.The room around me melted into background noise. The HR director’s voice, the polite clapping, the sound of someone shifting in their seat — all of it faded. All I could see was him. The same man I had accused of being a gigolo. The same man I’d tossed money at before storming out of a hotel room like a complete idiot.And no
****My car rolled to a slow stop in front of the towering glass building, and for a full minute, I couldn’t move. I just sat there, staring through the window, my breath fogging up the glass.“The Lancel Group”.I’d seen photos of the company headquarters online — the shining symbol of power, wealth, and success — but pictures did it no justice. The real thing was breathtaking. The entire structure rose like a monument of glass and steel, its mirrored windows reflecting the morning sun so brilliantly it almost hurt to look at. The gold-engraved company logo glimmered proudly above the revolving doors, bold and elegant:“LANCEL GROUP INTERNATIONAL”.My hands trembled slightly as I reached for my bag. “Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself.The morning breeze caught my hair, carrying the faint scent of fresh coffee and city air. Businessmen and women hurried past me in crisp suits, their heels clicking sharply on the marble pavement. Everything here screamed importance — and for the







