로그인The question hung in the air.Some of them even exchanged glances, as if the answer might be written on each other’s faces.I just have my gaze locked on the managing director’s face. Her smile froze—just for a second but I caught it.“I…” she started, then stopped. “Ma’am, it’s not exactly…”“Not exactly what?” I cut in.“Actually…” she faltered. “The thing is… perhaps you could….you should speak to Miss Sinclair first.”“And she is standing right in front of you.”“No, I mean… Miss Ciara.”A disbelieving smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms.“I don’t recall any rule that state the CEO of this company needs to consult an employee before asking a question.”I let a few seconds pass. Then I gave a small, knowing nod.“Right,” I said quietly with a nod.That told me everything.I shifted my gaze past her, sweeping it once more across the factory then turned back to her.“Get me the full financial records for the last six months,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Production repor
***CHARLOTTE’S POV***I burst into sudden laughter, lifting my left hand to gently cover my mouth as I remembered Alex’s expression when I called him chubby bunny. I still couldn’t believe that someone who had looked like that as a child could grow up to be so… handsome.If not because I just remembered how he used to look, I would never have believed it if anyone told me.My new secretary, Nina, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”“Yes, everything’s fine,” I said quickly, adjusting in my seat before turning my gaze back to the window.And then my thoughts drifted to yesterday—to the moment I opened my eyes and felt his warm hand wrapped around mine, his expression filled with worry. And my heart gave a little thud as was the second time I’d seen him look at me that way… as if he were afraid something might happen to me. As if I were someone important.But was I?Had I ever been important to anyone? Had anyone ever looked at me that way?No.He
“That’s not true!” I snapped. “I’m perfectly fine.”“Alexander, you need to stop this,” another voice cut in. “The autopsy has already been done. It was an accident.”I shook my head, my chest tightening. “No. It’s all fake. Dr. Gilbert was bribed by her. Aunt Judy and her husband is the one who killed my…”The words never made it out before a hand struck my face. Hard. And the sound echoed through the room, followed by a suffocating silenceI slowly lifted my head, only to see grandfather’s infuriating gaze burning with fury.“My son died in an accident,” he said, his voice giving no room for any arguement.I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each of them—people who called themselves my family.And then I finally realized that none of them believed me.Anger surged through me, my hands curling into fists. But there’s nothing I could do. I felt small. Powerless.Like I was screaming into a void no one could hear.Not able to hold it any longer, I turned and walked out of the
***ALEXANDER POV***“How is she?” I asked, turning away from the floor-to-ceiling window as I walked toward them.With my left hand tucked into my pocket, I stopped at the edge of the bed, watching her chest rise and fall in slow, steady breaths.Gilbert finally turned from her, withdrawing his stethoscope, and looked at me.“She’s stable now.”“Then why hasn’t she woken up?”“That’s because her body has been under considerable stress for a long time,” he said. His gaze drifted back to Charlotte. “More than she’s allowed herself to acknowledge. The fainting…” He paused. “…was her system finally forcing her to stop.”I looked at her, my mind turning over his words.What kind of stress had she been carrying all this time for her body to shut down like that?Was it the company? Or her family?Or what exactly?Charlotte… how long are you going to keep holding everything in?Did you really never see me as someone who could protect you… or…“She’s just low on energy. You don’t need to worry
I shook my head lightly. “No, I do,” I said softly, glancing back down at the plate in front of me. “It’s just… it looks a little too pretty to eat.”I picked up my fork and then took a bite. The taste caught me off guard— soft, slightly sweet, and buttery, with a clean, delicate flavor that melts gently in your mouth. I didn’t know why, but it tasted different from all I’d eaten. Maybe because it’s hand peeled by him.“It tastes really good,” I added, a genuine smile forming on my lips.Alexander watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable, and although I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind, he gave a small nod, a quiet chuckle escaping him before he went back to peeling the crabs with that same calm focus.“Do you come here often?” I asked.“No,” he replied simply, not even looking up.“Oh… I thought you’re one of their regulars. Considering how they just let…”“I own it.”I blinked “…You own it?”But how is that possible? It didn’t have Vaughn's logo. Then I felt
***CHARLOTTE POV***I sat on the closed toilet seat, my feet tapping lightly against the floor as I stared at my phone, looking at his message;“Are you giving birth in there?”I let out a low groan as I covered my face with my hand, wishing I could disappear right here as this was just so embarrassing.How am I going to face him now?Yes, I knew this moment would come someday. That I would see him again and have to explain myself and offer apologies. But I never imagined it would come so soon, and now here I am, stuck inside the restroom for almost thirty minutes as I was just too embarrassed to face him.I squeezed my eyes shut wondering why exactly did I even drink that much? “Why?” I throw my head on my lap, thinking of what to do now.And just then my phone beeped again and I quickly raised up my head and looked at the screen, “Do you need help?”Another message from him and it seems if I don’t return quickly, he might start searching for me.“Fuck.” I let out a long breath.It
“Is there something wrong?” I asked.Her eyes flickered around the room for a moment before settling on me. Then she smiled—small and controlled—as she dropped her phone on the table, folding her arms like nothing’s wrong.“No. Why would anything be wrong?”“Then how about you show us yours?” Lucy
I felt something shifting in the room.Skepticism? Or was it amusement?Can’t really tell but invoiced some exchanging glances.Phina’s smile didn’t fade but it only sharpened. “You?” she asked with a mocking scoff. “Are you sure you’re not dreaming?”“Am I?”Phina gave a small, dismissive shake of
I almost laughed. The irony of that sentence, in this room, in front of Lucy and me, from his mouth specifically—it was almost too much.What surprised me more, though, was the chorus of voices rising now. These same classmates; I remember them clearly. Back then, some were watching with amusemen
I turned. Toward where the voice just came from. Only to see her waking through the door, her arm wrapped around Alexa’s. A huge mixture of smug and smile on her face as she walked closer.And my hand tightened around my bag. Anger surging through me. Memories of years ago, flooding back.But desp







