'A ring of souls, a fate entwined,A tether strong, by love designed.Forged in flames that never fade,A covenant true, in love once made.But sever the bond, let one soul stray,And longing shall burn till night meets day.'~~~~~~Adrian's car skidded to a halt in front of their house. His tires screeched against the pavement as he immediately turned the engine off. His grip on the steering wheel was tight—so tight his knuckles had turned white, and his nails dug into the leather. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the house in front of him.Dark. Lifeless.Not a single was light on.His pulse pounded in his ears with an ominous drumbeat that only grew louder with every second that passed. His mind immediately rejected what his eyes were seeing, searching for some kind of explanation. Maybe she was asleep. Maybe she had simply forgotten to turn on the lights this one time.But that was impossible.Noelle always left the porch light on. Even when she was exhausted. Even
The Stars Gala was always a spectacle, and this year was no exception. The AMN ballroom buzzed with life—actors, producers, media tycoons, all gathered in their finest. No one came to fade into the background tonight. Everyone was here to be seen, to win something, to prove something.Adrian Blackwood stepped onto the red carpet like he owned it. Cameras fired as soon as he emerged from the sleek black car, flashes reflecting off the gold-stitched lapels of his tux. Reporters leaned over barricades, microphones outstretched like spears.“Adrian! Over here!”He turned just enough for the cameras to get their shot, offering a practiced smirk that always made the headlines. He didn’t linger—he never did. Charm them, give them a look, then move on.“Adrian!” another voice called out, more urgent. “Word is you’re winning Top Most Talented Actor tonight. Any truth to that?”He slowed, looked directly at the woman holding the mic. “It’s an honor just to be nominated,” he said. “There’s so mu
Noelle found herself standing in a beautiful garden bathed in soft golden light. Roses of every color surrounded her with their sweet and intoxicating scent. Suddenly, a gentle breeze carried the sound of a piano playing in the distance. It was a familiar melody that tugged at her heart.She glanced down and gasped softly. She was wearing a wedding dress—a stunning creation of white lace and silk that clung to her figure perfectly as its train trailed elegantly behind her. Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch the delicate veil that framed her face. Everything were beautiful."Noelle," a deep voice called out of nowhere that felt somehow warm and comforting.The moment she turned, her heart skipped a beat as Adrian stood before her. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and the fabric hugged his tall frame impeccably. His amber eyes softened as they met hers, and a smile graced his lips that held a tenderness she hadn't seen in what felt like forever."You look beautiful," he s
The wedding was eventually canceled. The guests, though initially confused and buzzing with speculation, left satisfied—placated by the opulent peace offerings that arrived in sleek black boxes tied with gold ribbon. Dom Pérignon, imported delicacies, handwritten notes of apology. The Blackwood name never failed to impress. And so, with their egos soothed and their palates spoiled, they moved on—whispers dying before they ever left the lips.After all, to them, Noelle McGrath was nothing. Just another outsider. An ordinary girl foolish enough to think she could belong among the elite.But for Grace, it wasn’t that simple.She stood alone in the cavernous venue, surrounded by remnants of a celebration that never was. Grace took a long breath and exhaled slowly. Her gaze swept the emptiness, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.Everything had gone off without a hitch. The guests were notified, the staff dismissed, the vendors paid. And Adrian? He hadn’t even noticed.“What now, Noe
Grace groaned, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as the weight of the previous night settled over her like a heavy wool coat. Sleep had evaded her, leaving her mind a mess of replayed memories—Noelle’s tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, and the heartbreaking clarity in her words. Every detail felt etched into her consciousness, as though her pain had become Grace’s own.Today was supposed to be a celebration—a symphony of vows, laughter, and champagne toasts under a canopy of white roses. Noelle and Adrian’s wedding day. But now it felt like a haunting parody, a cruel reminder of everything Noelle had been denied.Grace swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching down on the cold hardwood floor. She paused there, elbows resting on her knees, staring blankly at the tangled sheets beside her. The silence in the mansion seemed louder than usual, like the walls themselves knew something sacred had unraveled.With a sigh, she reached for her phone. A p
Grace had been restless all day. Noelle’s breakdown replayed in her mind like a haunting refrain. Her normally composed, graceful friend had crumbled, sobbing in a way that sounded raw—like something inside her had finally broken. Grace couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. Noelle hadn’t told her everything. Not even close.So, as night fell and the city wrapped itself in silence, Grace parked her car a few houses down from Noelle and Adrian’s. The engine was off, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. The soft glow from the windows made the house look warm, inviting—but Grace’s gut told her otherwise. Her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with texts, but she ignored them all. Her eyes were locked on the house.Time crawled. Grace watched every car that passed, heart skipping at each pair of headlights—only for them to continue down the street.Adrian never came home.That realization landed like a punch. Her pulse quickened. Was he with Bianca?
Noelle watched Adrian adjust Bianca’s posture, their faces close, their conversation private. A dull ache settled in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral.“Grace?” she said softly.Grace turned to her, snapping out of her glare. “Yeah?”“I think I left my phone in your car. Could you grab it for me?”Grace paused, studying her. “You okay? You’re acting off.”“I’m fine,” Noelle said with a small smile. “Just need my phone.”Still suspicious, Grace sighed. “Alright. Stay put.” She squeezed Noelle’s shoulder and walked off.As soon as Grace disappeared, Noelle pulled a velvet box from her purse. Her fingers shook as she opened it and removed the engagement ring. She stared at it a moment before slipping it off.“You were never meant for me,” she whispered. She placed the ring back in the box and shut it.Looking around, she spotted a woman with glasses and a clipboard nearby. Noelle walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”The woman turned. “Yes?”“I have a gift f
"How's the bride-to-be? Excited?" Grace asked brightly as she walked into Noelle’s house, practically bouncing with energy. "Tomorrow’s going to be the best day of your life!"Noelle didn’t answer right away. She sat still on the couch, absently running her finger around the edge of her engagement ring. Her smile was faint and forced.Grace dropped onto the seat next to her, oblivious. "And right after the wedding is the Stars Gala! Everyone’s going to be talking about the stunning Mrs. Blackwood!"But Noelle’s mind was already elsewhere. Her suitcase was packed, hidden in the closet. She wasn’t going through with the wedding. But before she left, there was one thing she needed to do.“I heard Adrian’s working on something big,” she said quietly.Grace blinked, thrown by her flat tone. “Uh, yeah... it’s a major project. Everyone’s talking about it.”“Can you take me there?”Grace hesitated. Something felt off. Noelle seemed distant, detached.“Of course,” she said finally, trying to s
Chapter 4: Set FreeBut when Noelle thought everything was fine, the days began to blur. Adrian would come home late and sometimes just before dawn, and slip into bed beside her stirring her from a restless, shallow sleep. The mattress would shift under his weight, and she'd catch the faintest scent of that same unfamiliar cologne that wasn't his. Her heart would twist painfully in those moments, but she would rather shut her eyes tight and feign sleep knowing that she couldn't confront the ache blooming in her chest.Noelle let out a shaky breath. Her gaze lingered on the engagement ring on her finger. The diamond caught the faint glow of the streetlights outside. It had once been a symbol of their love, their promise to build a future together. Now, it felt like a weight, a cruel reminder of a dream that seemed further out of reach.She sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself against the growing ache in her chest. How long had she been standing there