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
(JARED'S POV) I helped her up, and gathered her belongings in one arm, while I gently steered her forward with the other. We walked down the hallway, the sound of our footsteps the only sound in the building. As we turned a corner, I spotted a figure standing in the hallway. On closer inspection,
The questions came flying from all over the room. Jared was glad to oblige them with an answer most of the time when they roped me into a corner. “Ms. Meyers, are you saying the lady in the video is not a displeased customer?” a reporter asked. “A lot of faces come and go from my restaurant. I c
(ARIELLE’S POV.) I balled my hands up into fists without even realizing I was. Only when my phone vibrated to indicate I’d hit the maximum volume did I realize I’d been squeezing the device as well while I held it against my ear. I couldn’t breathe. The air stung like scorpions dancing on the insid







