เข้าสู่ระบบVICTORIAFour 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
CHASE“Are you ready?” I ask her as I brush the edges of her suit jacket around her shoulders, smoothing out invisible creases.Victoria lets out a breath, her eyes darting to the glass doors beyond us where the crowd hums like a hive ready to sting.“No one can ever be ready for this, Chase,” she a
VICTORIAThe next couple of days after the interview are nothing short of intense.My life has been a blur of flashing cameras, endless questions, and too many emotions to name.I’ve done several interviews—each one different, yet somehow the same. My face has been everywhere: on magazine covers, bu
CHASEThe sound of the gunshot still hums in my ears like a ghost that refuses to leave.I’m standing over Harry, my chest rising and falling too fast, Vivienne still in my grip, thrashing, screaming so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts.She’s a storm of hysteria and grief, but her voice feels
CHASEMy hands ache where the ropes cut into my wrists. The marble beneath me is cold, and the city lights blur beyond the glass — and inside me, there's one fiery thing: fury. It tastes like copper, regret, and a hundred promises I doubt I can keep.Victoria sits across from me with that broken, fi







