MasukSeven Years Ago: Emily had nothing. No parents. No money. No future beyond a scholarship controlled by her abusive uncle, the athletic director of Oakridge Prep. Daniel Carter had everything. The star hockey player. The wealthy family. The college scouts lining up. Then one night, a brutal hit on the ice changed everything. Jesse Grey, Daniel's rival and Emily's ex-boyfriend, was injured in a collision that looked deliberate. The video went viral. Daniel was suspended. The whole town turned against him. But Emily had the raw footage. The truth. The push from behind. Jesse dropping his stick on purpose. Her uncle orchestrating the entire thing to destroy the Carters and take their land. Together, Emily and Daniel exposed it all. They brought down her uncle. They cleared his name. They fell in love in the middle of the chaos. But victory came at a cost. Emily lost her scholarship. The one thing that was supposed to carry her out of that town. So she made the hardest choice of her life. She broke up with Daniel in a diner booth. Not because she didn't love him. Because she needed to learn how to stand alone. Then she left. No goodbye. No contact. No looking back. For seven years. Now: Emily is back. And Daniel Carter is no longer the boy she left behind. This is a second chance billionaire romance. The past is the foundation. The present is the storm. The future is uncertain.
Lihat lebih banyakEmily’s POV The bus pulled into the station at six in the morning.I stepped off with my suitcase and backpack, the same ones I'd carried seven years ago when I left this town behind. The air was cold and sharp, the kind of cold that bites your cheeks and reminds you you're alive.The station looked the same. Same cracked concrete. Same flickering fluorescent lights. Same bench where I'd waited for the bus that took me away.I didn't sit on the bench.I walked outside and hailed a cab. The driver was an older man with a graying beard and a radio playing soft jazz. He didn't recognize me. Why would he? I was just another passenger with a suitcase and a destination."Where to?"I gave him the name of a small hotel on the edge of town. Not the kind of place a billionaire CEO would stay. Not the kind of place anyone would look for a journalist chasing a story.He nodded and pulled away from the curb.I wat
Emily’s POV Seven years.Seven years of late nights and early mornings. Internships and rejections. Small wins and bigger ones.My first published article. My first front page story. My name in print.Emily Vance. Investigative journalist.I didn't just survive. I built myself from nothing.The city was different from the town I grew up in. Taller. Louder. It didn't care who I was or where I came from. It just kept moving, and I moved with it.I learned how to chase stories. How to knock on doors that slammed in my face. How to sit in cold parking lots waiting for a source who never showed. How to take a "no" and turn it into a "maybe" and then into a front page headline.My first big story came three years in. A local politician skimming funds from a housing project. I spent six months digging through public records, interviewing whistleblowers, connecting dots that no one else bothered to see.When t
Emily’s POV I buried my uncle that week.Not in a cemetery. Not with flowers or prayers or people in black clothes pretending to mourn. I buried him in the silence of his own apartment, surrounded by the walls that watched me shrink for ten years.I didn't cry.Instead, I sat at his kitchen table and wrote a list.Get a job. Save money. Find an apartment. Apply for community college.The list was short. The list was everything.---The job hunt was brutal.I walked into every store, diner, and office within a five mile radius. I filled out applications until my fingers cramped. I smiled until my face hurt.No experience. No degree. No references.And the name. My uncle's name followed me everywhere like smoke. Some people were polite when they rejected me. Some weren't."We don't want any Vances in here."The door closed before I could respond.I kept walkin
Emily’s POV woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. For a moment, I forgot everything. Then I remembered. The dinner. Jesse walking down the aisle. My uncle's fingers digging into my arm. Daniel's hand in mine. The truth finally spilling out after ten years of silence. I reached for my phone. Messages from Daniel. A voicemail from the athletic board. A text from Sienna with a heart emoji. And an email from the scholarship foundation. I opened it. Read it twice. Then I set the phone down and stared at the ceiling. My application had been revoked pending review of new information. My uncle must have contacted them before the dinner. Before he was escorted out. Before everything fell apart. His last act of control. Even if he went down, I would go down with him. The scholarship was gone. I already knew what I had to do. I typed a short message to Daniel. Can we meet at The Blue Line? I need to talk. He replied almost












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