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May this new year bring you fresh hope, renewed strength, and endless opportunities. May your days be filled with joy, peace, and success. đ New Year Prayers: I pray that God goes ahead of you this year, opening doors no one can shut. May He grant you good health, wisdom, favor, and protection. May your efforts be crowned with success, and may sorrow, lack, and failure be far from you. This year shall be your season of breakthrough and testimony. đĄ Words of Advice for the New Year: Walk with purpose and discipline. Let go of past regrets and embrace new beginnings. Be kind, patient, and grateful in all things. Work hard, pray always, and never stop believing in yourself. Choose peace over anger and progress over excuses. âš Final Wish: May this new year be better than all the years before it. May your dreams come alive and your life shine brighter each day. Happy New Year! đđNovaâHey.âThe voice came from directly behind me, so sudden and unexpected that I nearly jumped out of my skin.I spun around, my heart doing something complicated and arrhythmic in my chest. Finn stood thereâthe schoolâs notorious bad boy, the guy teachers gave up on and students either feared or worshipped from a distance. He was staring straight at me with dark, unreadable eyes, as if he was seeing me for the first time.My stomach did a violent flip.âHey,â I managed, and the word came out barely above a whisper, thin and uncertain.He didnât say anything else. Didnât smile, didnât explain. He simply looked at me for one more long, loaded second, like heâd confirmed something he needed to know, then turned and walked away. His leather jacket moved with him, leaving me frozen in the middle of the hallway.What just happened?My mind fractured into frantic pieces. Finn had never spoken to me before. Not once in the years weâd attended the same school.I was invisible hereâthe girl
CelesteSometimes I still think about that hospital door.The way it shut between us. The way my heart stopped breathing before my lungs did. The way I thought love might end before it even had the chance to begin.But love did not end there. It fought. It survived. And so did we.Two years laterI graduated at the top of my class. For years, I believed my hands were meant for medicine. I wanted to be a doctor; I wanted to heal people to prove that my life, despite its chaotic beginning, was capable of something meaningful.But life had another plan waiting quietly for me.On the night of my graduation dinner, Father asked me to meet him in his study. The room felt different that evening.âDad, Iâm here,â I said, shutting the door behind me.âCome sit,â he stated, as he placed a thick, leather-bound folder in front of me.âI built this company from nothing,â he began, his voice thick with a pride he no longer tried to hide. âEvery contract, every risk, and every hard-won victory is in
CelesteHe woke up on a bright afternoon, two days later.âCeleste.âMy head snapped up. He was looking at meâgroggy, pale, but looking at me with those familiar eyes, and I felt the last knot in my chest finally come loose.âYouâre awake.â I stood, moving closer, blinking fast. âYouâre actually awake.ââDid I scare you?â he asked. His voice was rough and faint.âTerribly,â I said. A sound escaped me, half laugh, half sob. âYou scared me so badly; I donât think I will ever fully recover. And Iâm glad. Iâm so glad youâre here.âHe looked at me for a moment. Then, slowly, he smiled. It was a tired, crooked smile.Recovery was slow, and then it was fast. Each morning, he was a little more himself, sitting up straighter, eating more, making complaints about hospital food, and teasing me for fussing.The day the doctor came to discharge him, Jace practically lit up.âMr. Monroe,â the doctor said, amused. âI see someone is eager to leave.ââDesperately,â Jace replied. I hid my smile behind
CelesteâJace.âThe nurses were moving fast, pushing the stretcher through the double doors, and all I could do was run after them, reaching for him. His face was so pale, and his shirt was soaked in blood. My blood ran cold just looking at it.âMiss, you cannot enter,â a doctor said, stepping in front of me.âPlease.â My voice broke completely. âHe â he saved me. He pushed me out of the way. Please, I have to see him.ââYou are delaying his treatment by standing here.ââI know.â I grabbed the front of his coat, not caring how desperate I looked. âI know, and Iâm sorry, but please, just tell me he will be okay. Please, save him. Please.âThe doctor looked at me for a long moment. âI will do my best, Miss. Now let me go.âI released him and stepped back. And then the door swung shut, and the sound of it closing was the loneliest sound I had ever heard.I stood there staring at that door as if I could see through it. As if staring hard enough would keep him alive on the other side.âHe
HenryI pressed the accelerator down hard. The warehouse was still miles away, but every second felt like hell. My mind kept painting pictures I didnât want to see: Siennaâs face twisted in pain, Celeste frightened and alone, crying for a father who wasnât there.Even Amelia. As wicked as she had proven herself to be, she was still someone I had held as a baby. Someone I had stayed up at night worrying about. That thought made me feel sick with anger.Then my phone rang.âWhere are you, Henry?â Richardâs voice was steady. His calmness was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.âAlmost there.ââGood. Jace and I are already at the front with our men. Donât do anything stupid when you get here.ââNoted.âWhen the warehouse finally appeared in the headlights, I barely stopped the car properly before jumping out. My legs carried me to Richard before my brain caught up.âI will make her suffer,â I vowed.Richard gripped my shoulder. Hard. Grounding me. âAnd she will. But you stay sha
SiennaThe question hung in the air like smoke.I wanted to answer immediately, loudly, without hesitation. But the pause âthe small, awful pause my tired, bleeding body allowedâwas enough for Ameliaâs face to harden again.âCan someone please tell me whatâs happening?â Celesteâs voice cut through the room. She looked at May with the confused, wounded eyes of someone whose entire life had just been restructured without their permission. âMother?âMayâs expression didnât just change; it wiped itself clean of anything human.âIâm not your mother,â May snapped, hitting her across the face. âIâm no mother to a stupid girl like you.âCeleste went very still.âWhat are you talking about?â Celeste finally asked. Blood dripped from her chin onto the concrete floor. I could see the confusion in her eyes.âI switched you,â May continued. âAt the hospital, the night you were both born. I needed Amelia close to wealth and power so she would have advantages in this world. Her. She is your mother.â
CelesteMy heart sank. âWhat?âHe didnât even look back. âMina, youâll present.ââYes, sir,â Mina said, barely hiding her triumphant smile.I stood there, speechless. Why would he do this to me? After giving me hope. After making me believe I had a chance to prove myself.I had no choice but to fol
May (Celesteâs mother)All my life, Iâd been looked down on because I was poor.I worked myself to the bone, yet I could never afford to dress like the wealthy ladies I saw in magazines and on television. Their designer clothes, their perfect hair, their expensive jewelryâI wanted all of it. I dese
CelesteThe rest of the day crawled by. I couldnât focus on work. Every time I looked up, I could see Jace through the glass wall of his office. And every time our eyes met, something electric passed between us.When it was finally time to leave, I packed up my things slowly, hoping everyone else w
CelesteThe moment my mother left, I could finally breathe again. My cheek still burned where sheâd slapped me. My scalp throbbed where sheâd pulled my hair. But worse than the physical pain was the fear crushing my chest.What was I going to do?I couldnât steal from Jace. Not after everything. No







