LOGIN(ARIELLE'S POV) They say graduation is a milestone. Personally, I think they just want an excuse to make six-year-olds wear polyester caps and parents panic over gift baskets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself while burning my fingers on the tiny iron-on badge that said “Class of the Yea
The words barely left my lips before the tears did—slipping down my cheeks faster than I could stop them. Jared stood quickly, his hand reaching for my face. “Why are you crying?” I laughed—choked and shaky. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My fingers trembled as I tried to wave it off
(ARIELLE’S POV) The celebration downstairs had barely ended when the crowd began to surge. Voices surrounded me—some calling my name with admiration, others offering business cards, invitations, flattery. Reporters waved microphones; investors hinted at million-dollar offers. Somewhere, someone
He approached her side quietly. "You look comfortable being the brightest star in the room, Miss Meyers," he murmured. She rolled her eyes, amused. "Don’t start. I already got three reporters asking if I’m the future Mrs. Smith. What’s funny is—I could’ve just said yes. I mean, technically, I am M
(AUTHOR'S POV) Another year had passed. Jared wasn’t the only one who forgot everything quickly. The whole world did the same thing. Just over a year ago, Jared Smith was still the unshakable CEO of the Smith Group—a name that once carried weight in every financial headline and luxury gala invita
(JARED'S POV) In the days that followed, I no longer recognized anyone or anything. There was just a feeling of emptiness and numbness that hung deeply inside of me. But there was a particular pretty woman who always visited. I wake up to find her in my room most mornings, and most nights she sits
(DWAYNE'S POV) Watching Arielle break down in front of me made me realize one thing–I’d always be the one to read her pain better than anyone else. Having witnessed and known all the hurdles she's been through, I understand the depth of what she was going through—how tangled her emotions toward Jar
(ARIELLE'S POV) Days had passed since Nana Jean's passing, and I'd managed to pull myself out of the initial shock. The pain still lingered, but I'd come to terms with the fact that she was truly gone and never coming back. The hardest part was accepting that there had been no warning signs, no ill
(ARIELLE’S POV) I woke up with a start, as the door to my room gently creaked open. Ashley walked in, a deep frown prominent on her face. She was followed by two other women I figured were the makeup artist and stylist,. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your wedding is today,” Ashley said, her voi
She blinked. "Our first meeting," I smiled quietly. "You sat down at my table, mistaking me for your blind date." (ARIELLE'S POV) “You remember that?” I asked, stunned. Of all moments… I hadn’t expected that one to stick in his mind. I thought to him, it was nothing but a small, ridiculous inci







