로그인She studied me for a moment, as if she was trying to understand something deeper beneath my words.“You don’t?” she asked softly.I held her gaze without hesitation.“No, I don’t.” I answered Because if I had not made those choices, I would not be sitting here with her now and that was not something I would ever trade for anything.Another quiet moment passed between us before I spoke again.“The difference is…” I began slowly as she waited patiently.“You had no one.” My voice lowered slightly. “And I did.”That was where the weight truly came from. It was not just guilt.It was the realization that while she had been completely alone, I had not been.And somehow, that made everything feel even heavier. Her expression softened, but her gaze remained steady.“You didn’t have me,” she said quietly.Her words were soft, but they carried more weight than anything else she had said.I exhaled slowly.No. I hadn’t.And that absence had been enough to change everything between us.“I have
Those nights were still clear in my memory, standing alone in that small kitchen, trying over and over again, failing, correcting my mistakes, and starting all over without hesitation.“I had to learn everything by myself,” I added. “I taught myself how to cook better, how to package my products, and how to sell them.”I glanced down at my hands as I spoke.“I even had to learn how to talk to people I didn’t trust, simply because I had no other choice.”That had been one of the hardest parts, learning to rely on strangers, knowing they could walk away at any moment without looking back.“There were days when I thought I would lose everything,” I admitted.Days when nothing worked no matter how hard I tried, days when I had no money left and no clear solution in sight. And days when I questioned whether I had made the wrong decision by leaving everything behind.“But I didn’t stop,” I said quietly.Because I couldn’t.Andre had given me a reason to keep going, even when I felt like I
I stepped closer to her, slowly and carefully.“And who was that?” I asked.She looked at me. Truly looked at me and for a brief moment, I saw something I had not seen in a very long time.She was not the woman standing before me now, not the one who had learned to trust me again and not the one who could stand beside me without fear.But the version of her that existed before all of this.“Someone who did not have the luxury of breaking,” she said.Her voice was calm.Too calm.And that was how I knew she was telling the truth. I did not respond immediately because I understood exactly what she meant.More than she probably realized.“There was no one to catch me if I fell,” she continued quietly. “There was no one to fix things for me. No one to protect me.”Her gaze lowered slightly, although her voice remained steady.“I had to do everything on my own.” She continued Something tightened in my chest as I listened to her. It was not a feeling I liked because I knew exactly why thin
LettyPacking should have been simple.It should have been nothing more than gathering clothes, shoes, and important documents, things that could be arranged neatly into suitcases and closed away without much thought or emotion.That was how it was supposed to be.However, as I stood in front of the open wardrobe, staring at everything I owned, I slowly came to a quiet realization.It was not simple at all.Because I was not just packing for a vacation, I was packing pieces of a life I had once run away from.My fingers paused over a simple blue dress before I slowly pulled it out. I held it in my hands for a moment, staring at it far longer than necessary, as if it carried memories I could not quite escape.Then, without any warning, my thoughts began to drift.They pulled me back to a time I had tried so hard to forget. A time when fear followed me everywhere I went, a time when I had nothing but myself to rely on and the fragile life growing quietly inside me back then.Andre.My c
My fingers curled around it slightly, trembling just a little as everything from the past weeks… the past months… came rushing back all at once.The fear.The tension.The long nights where sleep never came easily.The way every small sound made my heart race.The way every silence felt dangerous instead of peaceful. I remembered how I used to sit up in bed, listening, waiting and preparing myself for something to go wrong.And now…This.“Mason…”His name left my lips softly. So softly it almost felt like I was afraid to say it out loud.He was close, standing right in front of me and watching me.But not in the way he used to. There was no coldness in his eyes anymore, no distance, no calculation.There was just warmth.There was calm.And somehow, that was what broke me the most because this version of him… This man standing here, thinking about me, about us, about the child growing inside me…He was not the man who had been fighting. He was the man who had been fighting for us.My
He stood across from my desk, flipping through a stack of updated reports, his eyes scanning every detail with careful precision.“Not even a minor test,” Gabriel added through the call, his tone carrying the same measured disbelief.“No pressure tactics, no indirect interference, nothing at all.” Gabriel saidI leaned back slowly in my chair, allowing my body to relax just slightly as I brought my fingers together and let my gaze drift toward the ceiling.For a brief moment, I said nothing.I simply thought, measured and considered.“Good,” I finally said, my voice calm and controlled. Lucas did not look entirely convinced.“You trust it?” he asked, studying me closely.There was a pause. A deliberate one, then“No.”Because trust had never been part of this equation.“They are not moving because they cannot,” I continued, my voice lowering just enough to carry weight.“And they will not move…”I let the words settle before finishing.“…because they remember exactly what happens when
Vincent’s POVI drove Letty back to the mansion in silence.Not the heavy kind of silence that came from anger or distance. This one was careful. The kind where every word felt dangerous, like one wrong sentence could pull something loose that neither of us was ready to face. The car lights cut th
Letty’s POVToday was the day.I stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, adjusting my blouse for the fifth time, smoothing imaginary wrinkles that weren’t really there. I tilted my head, then straightened it again. I checked my hair, then my face, then my posture. I took a deep breath I di
Letty POVThe days that followed felt unreal, like I had stepped into a life I once only imagined quietly before sleep.Every morning, when I woke up, I lay still for a few seconds just to make sure it was real. The soft sheets, the large room and the silence that came from space, not loneliness. I
Letty’s POVDays passed, slow and heavy, like the air before a storm that refused to break.Rosa’s eyes were everywhere.If she was not physically present, I felt her through the walls, through the way the maids suddenly paused when I walked past, through the way conversations softened or stopped t







