로그인Samantha’s POV I was too tired to argue, and honestly, my nerves were buzzing too much to eat properly. The festival wasn’t just a performance; it was a charity gala supporting visually impaired youth. Anna had been invited to attend, as a former skater who’s battling with an eye condition, but she refused because she didn’t want to “hover like a nervous parent.” Her words, not mine.“So… you packed everything?” Ryan asked, leaning slightly forward like he was bracing for an important answer.“Yes,” I said, taking a sip of tea. It was still too hot and burned my tongue, which somehow felt like the universe agreeing with my mood.He nodded quickly, as if this was step one of a very serious checklist he had personally created. “Good. Great. Very organised. So, um… need help carrying your bags? I can handle it.”“I’m fine,” I replied, trying not to sound like I was chewing glass.“Oh. Okay. Cool.” He nodded again, his fingers tapping a jittery rhythm on the table. “Cool. Cool.” Then he
Samantha’s POVThe morning of the festival trip started earlier than I wanted. My alarm hadn’t even buzzed yet when a soft knock tapped on my bedroom door.“Samantha? You awake?”I recognized the voice immediately and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Ryan. Anna’s cousin. Twenty-seven, cheerful to the point of irritation, “helpful” in the way someone becomes when they want to impress you. He had arrived two nights ago, suitcase in hand, all smiles and confidence. And apparently, very little respect for privacy.“One second,” I called out, though my voice barely carried through the door. I Dragged myself upright, feeling every inch of my body protest the hour, and grabbed the oversized hoodie at the foot of the mattress. The room was still dim, still warm from sleep, still quiet enough that I could pretend I had a choice in whether to face the day.I shuffled to the door and cracked it open an inch. “What is it?” I mumbled in my sleep voice.Ryan’s grin was already there, stretched
Celeste’s POV My voice was iron. Hearing it out loud made something shift inside me. It felt like a lock turning, like a gate slamming shut. And with that came a cold, awful relief, somewhere between victory and ruin.Parker gave a slow nod, approval balanced with caution. “Understood. We will move quickly. Expect calls, subpoenas, and a lot of communication from us. And Celeste…” He folded his hands neatly on the desk. “…prepare yourself for scrutiny. Every detail of your career, your injury, your recovery, your relationship with Anthony. It will all be pulled apart.”I inhaled, bracing. “I know.”He watched me for a moment, studying my tension like it was an X-ray only he could read. “There are rules you need to follow from this point forward. Nonnegotiable rules.”“Okay,” I said. A part of me straightened instinctively, like I was being coached again. “Tell me.”“First,” he said, lifting a finger, “you do not meet with Anthony. Not privately, not accidentally, not for closure, no
Celeste’s POVParker folded his hands again. “Good. From here on, we take each step strategically. I will handle the legal response. You focus on staying quiet publicly. No social media posts. No vague quotes that can be used against you. Anything you say will be monitored.”I forced a breath. “Fine.”“And Celeste,” he added, his tone softening, “I know you want justice. You deserve justice. But I also want to keep you protected. Let me take the hits for you in court, not in the media.”His words steadied something inside me, even if only for a moment.I sat back in the chair, letting the reality settle: Anthony was fighting, the federation would watch, the press would circle, and this was only the beginning.But for the first time in days, my fear slowly sharpened into focus.“If he wants a war,” I said quietly, “then he picked the wrong person to underestimate.”Parker gave a small, approving smile. “Then let us build the strongest case possible.”I nodded, gripping the armrests of
Celeste’s POVThe receptionist at the front desk greeted us politely, her professional smile not quite hiding the flicker of recognition in her eyes. I was used to it by now, the whispers, the pitying looks, but I didn’t meet her gaze. I just signed in and followed Lena down the hall.“You okay?” Lena asked quietly once we were out of earshot.“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just… tired.”“Tired,” she repeated softly, as if testing the word. “You’ve been tired since the fall.”I didn’t answer that. I couldn’t.We stopped outside Parker’s office, his name gleaming in gold on the frosted glass. Lena turned to me, her voice low. “Whatever he says, don’t lose your cool, okay? That’s exactly what Anthony’s hoping for.”I gave a humorless laugh. “I stopped losing my cool a long time ago.”She raised a brow. “You sure about that?”I sighed. “No.”Before I could second-guess myself, Lena pushed open the door.Attorney Parker’s office smelled faintly of leather and old paper when I arrived. He greeted m
Celeste’s POVThe phone rang like an alarm cutting through the quiet of my apartment, shrill and unwelcome. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, late afternoon, and for a suspended second I let myself imagine it was Lena calling with another pep talk, a text about next steps, anything that would keep me rooted to something other than the slow, grinding panic that had lived under my ribs since the appointment.“Celeste Hart,” I answered, voice smaller than I intended. My voice sounded foreign in my own ears.“Miss Hart, it’s Parker.” My lawyer’s voice was brisk, professional. “I need to see you at the office. It’s urgent.”Urgent. The word landed like a stone. I felt the air leave me for a breath. “Is everything all right?” I asked, trying to keep my tone steady even as my stomach constricted.“No… well, there’s been movement on Anthony Vale’s side. He’s engaged counsel. There are a few things we need to discuss in person. Can you come in within the hour?”My hands went suddenl







