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.) I sat in my office for the first time since the hospital incident, and I had to keep a hard fight to keep my mental energy flying high. I couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the mountain of work that welcomed me on my first day. Jared and Dwayne had insisted that I let thin
(ARIELLE'S POV)Every muscle in my body ached, my throat felt like sandpaper, and my head was pounding so hard that even opening my eyes took effort. Heat clung to my skin, yet I shivered as I pulled the blanket tighter around me. I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, dizziness knocked me back
(ARIELLE'S POV)I savored each bite, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind the meal rather than just the flavors. As much as I wanted to indulge, I kept it light—old habits. Overeating had never been my style. Pushing the tray aside, I turned to Ashley with a small smile. “Thank you. I really enj
"Il Cuore di Smeraldo," he said softly. "It belonged to my mother. It’s been in my family for generations."My breath hitched. His mother’s heirloom.I swallowed, struggling to find the right words. "Dwayne, this is too much. I can’t—""You can," he interrupted, his voice low, firm yet unbearably ge







