LOGINHello lovely readers!❤️ Who do you think is walking towards her? The boring, handsome guy? Or the second guy??
~FIORELLA~“Mr. Santis,” I repeat, my voice dropping dangerously, “I do not repeat myself often. You are already on unstable ground. I suggest you start explaining yourself.”He finally speaks again.“I’m sorry, once again.” His words are quiet, and measured. “I apologize for coming in late.”My eyes narrow slightly because he's too calm, too controlled.“I was early,” he continues. “I got to the company before time.”A faint shift moves through the room ... .they are interested again, and hope that he might salvage this.I remain unmoved.“And yet,” I say, “you are standing here late.”“Yes,” he admits with no excuses…. just that single word.“There was… a situation,” he adds.Something in his tone shifts. It's subtle, but I catch it.A situation.My mind flashes instantly…. the chaos, the moment he mistook me for my sister.My jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.Of course it was that.Of course he was that problem.A quiet, humorless scoff slips past my lips.“
~FIORELLA~No, this is not happening.I don’t react because I never show my reaction in public, and yet, for the briefest, most treacherous second… something inside me stills when my eyes land on him.The stranger from earlier, the one who touched me without permission.My expression does not change….it never does.But beneath the stillness… beneath the perfect composure I wear like skin, something sharp and unwelcome coils in my chest.Please..…let it not be him.My gaze flicks, just once, to the empty chair, and then back to him….still standing at the door, still breathing slightly harder than he should, still looking at me like….No.I cut the thought off instantly.He means nothing.He is nothing….. just a stranger, just an inconvenience, just….“Oh, here he is.”The senior partner’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade.And just like that, everything inside me drops slow, heavy, and final.No!!“…our new intern,” he continues, relief evident in his t
~FIORELLA~I'll never have to see him again…. right??The thought lingers for half a second too long, and I hate that.I stop walking….not abruptly, not in a way anyone else would notice.Just a slight pause… a near-invisible hesitation.But I feel it….that tiny crack in my control.My fingers curl slowly at my side, nails pressing lightly into my palm.This is unacceptable, because I don't hesitate, I don't question, and I definitely do not let strangers crawl into my thoughts and stay there.I inhale, slowly, controlled, and measured, then exhale just as steadily.And just like that…it's gone.Everything soft, everything uncertain, everything unnecessary….gone.My spine straightens slightly, my shoulders settling back into perfect alignment.My expression smooths out, every trace of irritation, curiosity, and distraction erased like it was never there.Everything is back to being cold, composed and untouchable.That’s who I am, and that's who I remain.The so
~FIORELLA~“Marcella…”The name hits me before anything else does.It's soft, broken, and desperate, and then I feel arms.Strong arms wrap around me out of nowhere, pulling me into a body that is completely unfamiliar.My entire body stiffens instantly.For half a second… just half a second…I freeze.Not out of fear, but out of shock.Because no one….no one….touches me like this.No one dares.“I found you…”His voice is right there, too close, too intimate… like he’s holding something precious.Like… he’s holding someone he lost.And that’s when it hits me.Disgust surges through me so fast it burns.“EWWWW!!!”The word rips out of me before I can stop it.My hands slam against his chest, shoving him off me with force.“What the hell…”The audacity.The absolute audacity!!!Before he can even recover, my hand moves on its own, and I slap him hard on his cheek.The sound echoes sharply, drawing attention immediately.Good.Let them look.Let them see what hap
~LUCAS~“Marcella…” Her name breaks out of me like a prayer. “I found you…”My arms wrap around her tightly… desperately… like I’m trying to anchor myself to something real after weeks of drowning in nothingness.She’s warm, she's real, and she's here.For a second… just one second… everything inside me settles.The chaos, the pain, the emptiness… it all quiets down.Because she’s in my arms again. Because I found her.God… I found her.My fingers tighten unconsciously against her back, like I’m afraid she’ll slip through me like smoke if I don’t hold her hard enough. I bury my face slightly into her hair, breathing her in… searching for something familiar, something that screams home.Then I hear it…“EWWWW!!!”The sharp, disgusted voice slices through the moment so violently that my entire body stiffens.It’s not just disgust… it’s pure rejection. Raw. Immediate. Like I’ve done something unforgivable.Before I can even process it, I feel a forceful shove
~LUCAS~Moving on is a lie people tell themselves when staying hurts too much.I learned that the hard way.Because no matter how many times I told myself she’s gone… she chose to leave… it’s over, my heart refused to listen.It’s been weeks.Weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed.Weeks since I walked into her apartment and realized she had erased herself from my life like she was never there.Weeks since I read that letter over and over again until the words stopped making sense and just became pain.And yet…she’s still everywhere.Everywhere.I see her in the smallest things.In the way the morning light slips through the window…..because she used to complain about how it always woke her up too early.In the silence of her apartment….because she used to fill it without even trying.In the emptiness beside me….because she used to belong there.It’s suffocating.It’s like she didn’t leave.Like she stayed behind in pieces… scattered through my entire life
~MARCELLA~For a moment, I don’t move.Not because I can’t, but because my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened.Lucas Santis walks away from me like I’m nothing more than noise he’s finally learned to tune out. His steps are fast. Purposeful. He doesn’t look back
~LUCAS~I shouldn't let Marcella distract me, I tell myself.So I sit up straight, clear my throat and take a deep breath.I start listening to Dr. Raymond again, not until her foot nudges mine under the desk again.I stiffen.She leans closer, her voice barely a breath.“Y
~LUCAS~I don’t stop walking until I’m outside.The cool air hits my face, and only then do I realize my hands are clenched into fists.What the hell was that?I drag a hand through my hair, breathing hard, and forcing my body to stop shaking.My goodness! She affects me so m
~MARCELLA~Stephanie drags her feet beside me as we step out of the club, squinting like the sun personally offended her.“I’m tired,” she groans, stretching the word until it sounds like a life sentence. “Like… completely tired. And I need coffee. Strong coffee. The kind tha







