LOGINMarilyn’s I stopped going to work after the restaurant incident. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face Liam. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing Carina’s voice over and over again. *What the hell are you doing with my son?* The humiliation of that moment still burned inside me. Not because Liam was younger than me—I already knew that. But because somehow fate had decided to tie us together in the most complicated way possible. Out of everyone in New York… I had fallen in love with the son of the woman who destroyed my marriage. Sometimes life truly had a cruel sense of humor. The first day I stayed home, I told myself I just needed space to think. The second day, I realized I was hiding. By the third day, my apartment already felt suffocating. I barely ate. Barely slept. My thoughts kept returning to Liam no matter how hard I tried pushing him away. His smile. His voice. The way he always looked at me like I was the most important woman in the room. And the wors
Marilyn’s POV Dinner with Liam was supposed to help define whatever strange relationship existed between us. Instead, it became the night my entire world exploded again. After work, Liam drove us to one of the most luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. The building itself looked expensive from outside, glowing with golden lights while expensive cars lined the entrance. “You really like dramatic places,” I muttered while stepping out of the car. Liam smirked immediately. “You deserve dramatic places.” God. That man flirted like breathing came naturally to him. The restaurant inside was even more beautiful. Crystal chandeliers. Soft piano music. Elegant candlelit tables. People dressed in designer clothing speaking quietly over expensive wine. Definitely not somewhere I usually came anymore. The hostess smiled politely the moment she saw Liam. “Good evening, Mr. Hayes. Your reservation is ready.” Of course they knew him personally. Liam placed his hand lightly against my
Marilyn’s POV Three weeks into working at Hayes Muse, I finally started feeling like myself again. Not Anthony’s ex-wife. Not the woman the internet pitied. Not the betrayed best friend. Just Marilyn. And honestly? It felt amazing. Every morning I woke up excited to go to work again. I loved training the models, helping them perfect their runway walks, teaching them confidence and posture. Some of the girls reminded me of myself years ago. Young. Nervous. Desperate to succeed. The fashion industry could be brutal, especially to insecure girls, so I made sure my training sessions felt safe instead of toxic. And slowly, the models started trusting me. Respecting me. Even the difficult ones listened when I spoke. For the first time in years, I finally had something that belonged completely to me again. Well… Almost completely. Because Liam Hayes refused to let me breathe peacefully for more than five minutes. “Your posture is terrible today.” I
Marilyn’s POV I immediately straightened the moment Richard Hayes stopped in front of us. Up close, he looked even more intimidating. Not because he was harsh. Because he carried power naturally. The kind of quiet confidence only successful men had. He didn’t need to raise his voice or demand attention for people to respect him. And suddenly I understood why Hayes Muse was becoming one of the biggest agencies in New York so quickly. “Mr. Hayes,” I said politely, forcing myself not to sound nervous. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marilyn Car—” “I already know who you are, Marilyn Carter,” he interrupted with a small smile. That immediately eased some of my tension. At least he sounded warm. Not judgmental. Not cold. Just calm. His eyes studied me carefully for a second before he nodded toward the hallway. “Come with me. Let’s do this interview properly.” I picked up my bag quickly and followed him toward the executive offices. Unfortunately, Liam followed
Marilyn’s POV I could still feel Liam’s eyes on me even after I stepped away from him. That man looked at me like he could see every thought inside my head. Dangerous. Very dangerous. The elevator doors had already closed again after the employees left, but the tension between us remained thick in the air. Heavy. Warm. Familiar. God, I hated how quickly my body remembered him. Weeks apart should have helped. Instead, standing this close to Liam again felt like reopening something I had desperately tried to bury. He leaned casually against the wall beside the elevator while staring at me with that same lazy confidence that always made my heart beat faster. “You really blocked me everywhere,” he said softly. I adjusted my bag nervously. “It was necessary.” “For who?” “For me.” The honesty surprised both of us. Liam’s expression shifted slightly after that. Less teasing. More serious. “You missed me.” My breath caught embarrassingly fast. “No.”
Marilyn’s POV The elevator doors opened slowly. And my entire body froze. Liam. For one horrifying second, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no. He was standing right there in the middle of the executive floor wearing a black suit jacket with the sleeves slightly rolled up, his dark hair messy like he had been running his hands through it all morning. And those blue eyes… Those dangerous blue eyes widened with shock the same moment mine did. “Marilyn?” My throat suddenly felt dry. “What are you doing here?” He laughed softly in disbelief, taking a step closer. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” God. Seeing him again after weeks felt like someone suddenly pulling air back into my lungs. Which was exactly the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel this affected by him anymore. I had blocked him. Avoided him. Tried forgetting him. And somehow all it took was one look at him for my heart to start betraying me again. Lia
Isabella's POV My heart pounded so hard against my chest that I was sure Mr Blackwood could hear it. “Careful… of me.” His deep voice echoed inside my head repeatedly. The way he looked at me while saying those words made heat rush through my entire body. God. This was Amelia’s father.
Isabella's POV I shoved the last suitcase into the back of my car and slammed the trunk shut with a loud bang. The sound echoed through the quiet parking garage, making me flinch slightly. My entire body felt exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. I leaned against the car for a moment
Isabella’s POV I stared at the result portal on my laptop screen, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I thought I might pass out. First Class. A shaky laugh escaped my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. I had done it. After four years of sleepless nights, endless lectures, skipp
Edwin forgot how to breathe. Arabella stood before him wrapped in candlelight and pale silk, her dark cloak pooled at her feet like surrender itself. For several dangerous seconds, he could only stare. God. She had come to him. Not by accident. Not through coincidence. But willingly





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