INICIAR SESIÓNVICTORIAFour years laterThe air feels different today — softer, lighter, almost unreal.The sun pours gently over the gardens of Valemont estate, painting the marble white and the grass gold.Children run barefoot across the lawn, their laughter spilling through the breeze like music.I am standin
******************************************************************************************CHASEThe music floats across the beach, slow and warm, the kind that makes the night feel softer than it is.Fairy lights sway in the ocean breeze, and laughter ripples through the guests as I stand near the
VICTORIAThe sand is warm under my heels as we walk down the narrow path leading to the beach, the faint hum of waves mixing with distant laughter.My hand rests lightly on my belly, the other laced tightly with Chase’s because I still can’t believe this is real — that he’s this happy, that we are.
I pretend not to notice, but something cracks quietly inside me.On the jet, she wasn’t exaggerating about sleeping. The moment she sits down, she curls up, adjusts the blanket, and shuts her eyes without a word. I sit across from her and just… stare as the engines hum softly, clouds drift past the
CHASE“That’s it. Close that laptop; we’ll be late,” I say, standing from the couch at House of Valemont, telling her for the tenth time, pretending she didn’t hear me.Victoria doesn’t even flinch. Her eyes stay fixed on the screen, the faint light tracing her sharp cheekbones as she scrolls. “One
The entire ride to House of Valemont, I can’t calm down. I keep rehearsing my steps, my greetings, my smile. My mind runs wild with what-ifs—what if nothing’s the same, what if I walk in and everyone stares? What if I can’t do this? but I try to remain strong until we get there.Once we finally arr
IVY/ VICTORIAMy heart is pounding so hard against my chest that it drowns out the ambient hum of conversation in the room. My hands rest lightly at my sides, trembling, and I hope no one notices.Chase’s presence at my shoulder is steadying, but my gaze is locked on the man in front of me—Harry—my
CHASEThis night was supposed to be simple. Introduce Victoria St. James into the wild, give the media a few harmless pictures, and vanish into the gala before anyone started sniffing for blood.The moment we arrived at the carpet, it was a battlefield. The blinding wall of camera flashes, the noise
IVYNew York. Love her and hate her at the same time. I press my forehead lightly against the cool glass window, eyes drinking in the skyline from the highest floors of the Stelux building.The city beneath me roars, alive with the pulse of horns, flashing lights, and millions of broken dreams.From
Questions start flying faster, and that’s when, without warning, even to myself, I turn to her, lean down to her forehead, and kiss her. Long and deliberate, the kind designed to make headlines.The press loses their minds, and as I pull away, she’s startled, eyes wide. I give her the Play along loo







