LOGINHello, dear readers! I want to apologize for a mistake I made with the recent updates. Yesterday, I accidentally skipped a chapter and uploaded the wrong one. I've corrected it today, so the missing chapter is now in place! If it seems like you’ve read the same content twice, don’t worry—it’s not a repeat. Please go back one chapter, and you’ll find the missing piece of the story! (I’ve also revised this chapter and made some slight edits to improve it, so feel free to give it another read!) Also, I know I haven’t updated for a few days, but rest assured, I’ve been using this time to carefully plan the upcoming chapters. I’m so excited because the story is about to get even more thrilling! Your thoughts and feedback mean the world to me, so please don’t hesitate to leave a comment. Thank you for your patience and continued support!
(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
(ARIELLE’S POV) I walked towards my car, handbag slung over my shoulders, jotter tucked securely under my armpit, its edges poking out slightly from the confines of my arm. On my other hand, I clutched an important file; it contained a mix of the new business plan I had drawn courtesy of Jared's cl
(ARIELLE'S POV)"Mommy, you seem really happy about work lately," Maverick said, his voice filled with curiosity. "What's going on?" I blinked, taken aback by his sudden observation. We were in the car, on the way to school, and I hadn’t expected such an out-of-the-blue question from him. I hadn
(ARIELLE’S POV) We walked like robots, mechanically, still stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Who would have known we were walking right into the arms of Jared’s mother? Ashley was silent beside me on the sofa. She had her arms folded across her chest, and I could see the apprehension on he
“Isn’t it?” he replied with a slight raise of his brows. I stood there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. What was he really asking me? Was this about more than just helping Ashley? I didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to articulate the swirling emotions inside of me







