LOGIN~Esperanza's POV~My shoulder still ached, but it didn't feel heavy to lift. The painkillers worked wonders, but the stiffness was still there. At first, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes. Giving me the same panic as the first time when I accidentally got locked in my playroom. But the moment I realized it wasn't accidental, my whole perspective changed from panic to numbness. And I wouldn't have realised it if I weren't here today. If I weren't who I am today. I thought just like last night, I was accidentally trapped in my playroom but yesterday told me not everything is an accident. And that gave me the strength to fight the darkness. But not with power, with numbness.Now, I wonder if I was trapped there out of a pure mistake or intentionally. Whatever it was, I need to figure it out as soon as I can. Exactly the way I did it last night. I still remember the day clearly, even though I was only six. I was playing alone in the playroom that Mom built for me while sh
~Diego's POV~ My heart should be at ease seeing her sitting beside me, but it wasn't. She looked way too calm. Composed in a way I didn't imagine her to be in. I feel like I was all over the place more than her. The car came to a halt, and her head turned to me, "Your place..." "Our place..." I heavily breathed out. As I opened the door for her, my hands trembled. The fear, guilt, pain, and numbness still haven't left my body. It's like it was still there watching and making me relive all of it over and over. I chuckled, her hand felt calmer than mine. It wrapped around mine way too gently. For the first time, I felt as if I was being treated like broken glass. "You don't have to treat me like I would break," I softly said. "But you did. Did you think I left?" Her question came out of nowhere. I don't know whether I should answer it or not. She was putting her faith in me while I was breaking one thing after another, thinking she left me the same way she did.
~Third Person's POV~ Rowland Corporation was only twenty minutes away from Diego’s place. Only twenty. Yet traffic had turned those twenty minutes into sixty unbearable ones. By the time Diego arrived, his chest felt tight, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. The building stood tall and indifferent, completely unaware that someone’s world was suspended somewhere between floors. Repairmen crowded around the restricted lift. Guards tried to maintain order, voices overlapping, tension thick in the air. The elevator was stuck in the middle—neither rising nor falling—making it impossible to pull Esperanza out without risking a violent drop. Diego’s eyes scanned the scene wildly. “Where is she?” His voice thundered through the lobby. “Answer me!” Before anyone could respond, he grabbed one of the repairmen by his collar and slammed him back against the wall. “Who told you to remove the board?” Diego snarled, his grip tightening. “She wasn’t supposed to use this lift!” The m
~Esperanza's POV~ (4 hours ago)My day wasn't going easily. Not only from the outside, but the inner conflict was also not letting me breathe. I was fighting something unknown the whole day. It's easy to fight the judging eyes, but the inner conflict and hollow ache felt impossible to shake. I was done with my work by 5, but I still didn't feel like leaving. Though I had business to handle outside the Rowland Corporation, for some reason, I couldn't gather the courage to walk out in front of the desks that were whispering things about me. And this was a shocker for me. Not someone judging me again, but discovering that my colleagues looked at Diego more than a boss, it was quite disturbing. Unsettling. And I'm not going to lie. This has been bothering me more than people giving me names. Why? I have no idea. But I didn't like it when someone tried to call him his. I waited twenty minutes after the women in the office had gone before moving toward
~Diego's POV~ I thought I would change her mind, and we both would both leave together. But I don't know if it was on purpose or if she was actually busy or not. She didn't answer my call. And here I was, getting an earful for not bringing her back with me. "Seriously? Grandpa, you know why I'm doing this..." "And I know why I'm doing this." His firm voice made me sigh. Arguing with him when he was unwell was pointless. He only got sharper, sassier, and somehow more intimidating. I wouldn’t be surprised if he smacked me on the head even from his wheelchair. "You both were coming to the same place. And I remember I raised a gentleman," He glared at me. "I know you did, but she's as stubborn as you. How am I going to handle you both together?" A hint of mischief flashed through his eyes, "Then expect the unexpected. Your time with us is about to get interesting." I wish... But it was late. She was supposed to be here forty minutes ago. I left her a mess
~Diego's POV~ "So, you are not marrying her because you want to marry her but because you can't see her upset?" Jonathan asked. But I knew where he was hinting. "That's true and before you go there, it's pure concern, not love." "And it takes only a few days for concern to turn into love," He chuckled. It may but not in my case. I learnt it the hard way. And I will not let anyone play with me again. Jonathan noted all my measurements before returning to his iPad while I rolled my eyes. I didn't want a new outfit. It was Esperanza who needed one. But he insisted on it so here we were, in my office taking my measurements. "You do realise that Esperanza is just as broken as you." Where did that come from? "She will never hurt you," He added. "I thought the same once and you know how it ended," I answered, my voice turned cold. "I'm aware. And that's how we met. But you and Esperanza carry the same wounds. None of you will dare to cross each other b




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