Mag-log in~Elena~I walked toward the restaurant, my bag resting against my shoulder, my mind still lingering on the previous chapter I had completed the night before. I had barely slept.Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to stop writing. The story was staring to reach its conclusion, every emotion I had been carrying finding its way onto the page, and by the time I closed my laptop, exhaustion had taken over so completely that I had fallen asleep.Which was why I was running late.A woman walking past me slowed just slightly, her gaze lingering a second longer than necessary before she leaned toward the person beside her, whispering something under her breath. I frowned faintly but kept walking, adjusting my bag as I told myself it was nothing.But then it happened again.A group of teenagers standing by the roadside turned their heads as I passed, one of them nudging the other with a grin that didn’t feel harmless. Their eyes followed me for a second too long before they looke
~Richard~I sat at the head of the table, my posture composed, my attention fixed on the presentation unfolding on the screen, though beneath that calm exterior my mind was already three steps ahead, calculating margins, risks, and the long-term implications of everything being laid out in front of me.“This,” one of the lead investors said, gesturing toward the projection behind him, “is the Lagos Coastal Expansion Initiative, phase one of a multi-billion dollar development that is going to redefine waterfront real estate in West Africa.”The slide shifted, revealing a detailed 3D rendering of sleek high-rise towers stretching along the coastline, luxury apartments stacked above commercial spaces, private marinas carved into the edges of the design, and green zones integrated into the architecture in a way that made it look less like a construction project and more like a carefully engineered lifestyle.“Mixed-use development,” another voice added, leaning forward slightly, “resident
~Julian~I sat slouched against the couch with my phone in my hand and nothing but time to think. And thinking was the last thing I needed.My thumb dragged lazily across the screen, scrolling past meaningless posts, filtered lives, people pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t, and I almost locked the phone out of boredom before a headline caught my attention.It wasn’t even subtle. It never was when it came to my father.“Billionaire Richard Crawford Welcomes New Chapter Amid Scandal—Mystery Woman Pregnant.”My jaw tightened slightly as I stared at it, something cold settling in my chest before I even tapped on it, because I already knew who the “mystery woman” was.Of course it was Elena.I clicked on the article anyway, my grip on the phone tightening unconsciously as the page loaded, and the moment her name appeared on the screen, something inside me snapped just a little.“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes moving faster now, scanning every line li
~Elena~A month had passed. Richard had left the country two weeks ago for work, something urgent that required his full attention, and while part of me missed him in a way that lingered in small, unexpected moments, another part of me needed this space more than I was willing to admit out loud.Because for the first time, I wasn’t reacting. I was choosing.My apartment had become my world again, the soft hum of the city filtering through the windows, sunlight spilling across the floor in the late afternoons, and my laptop permanently open on the small table by the couch like it had been waiting for me to return to it properly.And now, I finally had.I sat cross-legged on the bed, my back resting lightly against the headboard, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I stared at the final paragraph on the screen.The blinking cursor waited patiently. So did the ending.For a moment, I just read it again.The heroine stood at the edge of everything she had known, love on one side, jud
~Diego~The restaurant had finally quieted down, the last of the dinner rush fading into the night, leaving behind the familiar hum of clinking dishes and the low murmur of voices from the kitchen as the staff began to clean up. I stood by the counter, drying my hands slowly on a towel, my mind nowhere near the work in front of me.My father noticed it immediately. He always did.“You’ve been like that all evening,” he said, not looking at me at first as he wiped down the counter with steady, practiced movements, “your head is somewhere else.”I let out a slow breath, glancing toward the door as if I could somehow see through it, past the streets, past the city, straight to her.“Elena,” I said simply.That got his attention. He paused, turning slightly to face me, his expression softening just a little.“What about her?” he asked, curious, like he already knew there was more behind it.I hesitated for a second, my fingers tightening slightly around the towel before I tossed it aside,
~Elena~Richard lay beside me on the bed, one arm tucked beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his other hand resting lightly over mine, his thumb brushing slow, absent circles against my skin like he needed the contact just as much as I did.For a while, neither of us spoke.The silence wasn’t heavy this time, it wasn’t suffocating or uncertain, it felt… calm, the kind that comes after chaos, after fear, after surviving something that should have broken you but didn’t.“I missed you,” he said finally, his voice low, almost lost in the quiet of the room.I turned my head slightly to look at him, taking in the softness in his expression, the way his guard had dropped in a way I hadn’t seen before, not completely, not like this.“I missed you too,” I replied, my voice just as quiet.He exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to me, something deeper flickering in his eyes.“I wish things had been different,” he added after a moment, his brows drawing together slight
~Richard~My office felt different that morning, and for the first time in weeks it did not feel like a battlefield waiting to swallow me whole.I stood by the tall glass window with one hand tucked into my trouser pocket and the other wrapped loosely around a cup of coffee that had gone cold a lon
~Julian~I did not remember pulling out of the dirt path.I only remembered the way my hands were shaking on the steering wheel and how my chest felt too tight to breathe properly. The engine roared louder than it needed to as I slammed the car into gear and took off down the narrow road like I was
~Elena~My phone buzzed while we were still standing beneath the café awning, the kind of late-afternoon quiet settling around us that made even the street feel suspended in time. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together until Natalie suddenly stopped moving beside me, her ent
~Elena~It’s been a week since the leaked photos aired. They’ve been taken down, and the cops are investigating Victor Langford, even though it would be tough to arrest him because there is no evidence to tie him to the crime.On the school group, there were still screenshots flying around, but it







