로그인After awakening years before the demise that once destroyed me, I, Lucy Hale, swear I will never again fall for Adrian Hawthorne. In my last life, loving him earned me nothing but humiliation, betrayal, and a future broken beyond repair. Now, armed with memories I shouldn't possess, I tuck myself away inside my boutique, determined to avoid him, avoid fate, avoid everything. But the universe has never been kind to my plans. No matter how I twist the timeline, Adrian keeps slipping back into my life, closer, impossibly entangled. His eyes linger longer than they should. His questions cut deeper than I’m ready to admit. And worst of all, he seems drawn to me in ways he never was before. And then there is Elias Ward, quiet, observant with eyes sharp enough to see through any disguise. Elias is nothing like Adrian. Where Adrian gleams with cold polish and empty promises, Elias is warmth wrapped in quiet mystery. A man who shouldn’t matter to me. Yet, somehow, he does. As I try to distance myself from the Hawthornes, Elias drifts steadily closer, noticing the cracks in my composure, the ache beneath my smile, the truth I’ve fought so hard to hide. He becomes the one thread I can’t cut, no matter how much I fear being stitched into someone else’s future again. With Adrian circling me like a ghost from the life I escaped, Elias begins to draw me toward a fate I never expected, a fate where for once, I might finally choose myself. And maybe him, too. But the past doesn't release its hold so easily. And neither do the Hawthornes.
더 보기Lucy HaleI was lying flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, phone pressed against my ear.“You won’t believe what happened today,” I huffed.On the other end, Elias hummed softly. That low, calm sound of his had me wrapped by a blanket of comfort. “Hmm? Tell me.”“It’s Adrian,” I sighed dramatically. “He just does whatever he wants. And Mrs Claire still thinks he’s some charming young master.”Elias let out a faint chuckle.I rolled onto my side, hugging a pillow. “It’s not funny.”“I’m not laughing at you,” he teased gently. “I’m laughing because you sound adorable.”So Elias was also a sweet talker? Who would've known.The more I knew him, the more fascinating he was.“I’m serious. I don’t even know if I should let him stay close anymore. Every time he talks, I just can’t stand him.” I whined.And yet, I once dumbly loved him.I groaned into the pillow. I really want to know what was wrong with my brain back then. How did I even fall in love with him?Elias chuckled again, soft
Elias Ward“Elias Ward.”My voice echoed slightly through the intercom mounted beside the iron gate. For a moment, there was only static in response. I stood there with my hands in my coat pockets, staring at the quiet terrace house beyond the bars.I should have been at the boutique today, Lucy’s face must have been glowing when she stepped inside. I could imagine it so clearly, the way her eyes would widen, the way her fingers would lightly trace the new displays, the way her smile would slowly bloom.I had wanted to witness that.Selfishly, I had wanted to be the reason for that smile.Making her happy felt like a reward I never deserved.The intercom crackled. “Please come in.”The gate slid open with a mechanical hum.The house was small, an ordinary terrace with slightly faded paint and potted plants arranged carefully by the entrance. Nothing about it hinted at the secrets it might hold, but my investigation had led me here.Someone who once knew the Hale family lived here.
Lucy HaleThe day the boutique reopened, I stood in front of the glass doors with Mrs Claire and Mia, staring at the new sign gleaming under the morning light. The exterior was elegant.Sleek black framing, gold lettering, and tall windows that made the space seemed far more exclusive than it was before. Mrs Claire was practically vibrating beside me. “Lucy, look at it! Look at it!” she squealed. “It’s even better than before!”I laughed softly, she was right.Thanks to Elias, the reconstruction had moved unbelievably fast. The interior design firm he recommended had worked day and night. The materials were luxurious, the lighting warmer, the layout more refined.It no longer felt like a small neighborhood boutique.And the biggest change?The Ward family would now exclusively tailor their suits here.Word had spread quickly, people were already curious.If the prestigious Ward family trusted this boutique, it would elevate our name overnight.Mrs Claire was over the moon when she
Elias WardI stared at my phone far longer than necessary.‘I’m on my way to eat lunch with Adrian.’The message sat there harmlessly. And yet it felt as if a heavy dagger pressing against my ribs.I don’t know what I missed.Everything seemed fine this morning. She had sounded normal when we texted, excited, even. So why so sudden? Why him?I leaned back in my chair and dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It’s not as though I can just walk into whatever restaurant they’re at and sit beside her. That would be absurd, it's inappropriate.Lucy was not mine to claim, she was priceless, untouchable.I pressed my thumb against my temple. The documents spread across my desk blurred into meaningless lines. The project proposal in front of me, something I would normally dissect with precision, felt utterly unimportant.All I can think about was her.Was she uncomfortable? Was he pressuring her? Was she smiling? Was she safe?And the thought that truly unsettled me was
Lucy Hale“Mia, it’s still under construction,” I sighed for what felt like the third time.My phone between my shoulder and ear while flipping through the remaining stock list. “There’s dust everywhere, and the shelves aren’t even installed yet.”“That’s exactly why I want to see it!” Mia’s voice
Elias WardI watched her carefully on the dining table, though she sat close enough that I could feel the faint warmth of her presence.Lucy had gone quiet.Not the polite kind of silence that filled the space comfortably.It was the quiet of someone rearranging their entire world inside their mind
Elias WardThe garden was quiet in a way that felt serene, as if the world itself had decided to lower its voice.I sat beneath the open pavilion, porcelain teacup resting untouched on the small table beside me. The roof above filtered the sunlight just enough to keep the air cool.The breeze carr
Lucy Hale“You know,” I hummed softly, my voice almost carried away by the wind. “I wish I met you earlier than him.”The words felt heavy yet genuine, as if it was a confession finally allowed to exist.A smile curved on my lips, resigned.The wind stirred again, brushing past my hair, and with i
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