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
(ARIELLE'S POV) It's been two days of planning and showing up for the food expo, and my team and I have won each round. Today is the third day and the last round, which will decide the final winners. I've arrived early as usual, and I'm anxiously waiting inside the banquet hall. Given the politica
“You came,” Zeke said, scanning the environment to be sure I was indeed alone. “Let’s settle this. Here and now,” I said curtly as I settled into the seat across from him. “Alright. I see you’re all about business, huh?” he nodded. I could feel the heat of his eyes dance over my body leeringly.
(ARIELLE’S POV ) My mother was at the door when we arrived. Her eyes were warm with kindness and genuine concern. “Oh my baby,” she sighed and pulled me in for a hug. “I’d never poison my customers, mom. Why would I even do that? And then everyone seems to believe it now. And I could lose everyth
“Save it, Langley,” I said firmly. “ I'm not buying any of it. If you're looking for people to help, there's the least privileged out on the street. Go help them. Arielle doesn't need your help to be whatever she wants to be. Whatever she needs, I'm always here to help with it.” “And I'm done talki







