The sun is setting, casting a warm golden light over the road. A silver sports car and a black cafe racer motorcycle are parked side by side, their surfaces shining in the soft evening glow.Jia and Tiziano stand between the car and the bike, the breeze gently tousling their hair. In the background, the camera crew gets ready in quiet focus.Jia runs her hand over the car's hood, taking a moment to admire its design. Before she spoke “This machine doesn't just drive, it speaks. Every curve, every line... it's built to move hearts."And that sound? Like thunder trapped inside shiny metal. It's not just about going fast. It's about feeling alive." Tiziano said as both him and Jia exchange a understanding look They both stretch out their hands for a firm handshake, followed by a matching smiles Jia pulled her hand away “See you on the other side” “If you can catch me” Tiziano said and they both path ways Jia slides into the car, the door clicking shut with a satisfying sound. She sta
When Elena stepped into her apartment, she paused just past the threshold, her eyes scanning the spacious sitting room. The air felt still, she never thought she would set foot in this place again. Yet here she was. Life had a strange way of turning in on itself.She exhaled slowly, the breath leaving her like a weight.Shrugging off her coat, she draped it over the back of the sofa, then wandered into the kitchen. The fridge light blinked on as she opened it, the cool air brushing her face. She grabbed a bottle of water, leaned her back against the fridge door, and stood there for a moment, letting the silence settle. Then she unscrewed the cap and took a long, thirsty gulp.A sudden knock at the door made her jump.Her eyes darted toward the entrance. She placed the bottle on the small dining table and crossed the room. When she opened the door, her breath hitched.There stood Jia—wearing baggy jeans and a fitted bodysuit, a scarf wrapped tightly around her head and oversized glass
The next day, Elena stood just outside the airport, her suitcase by her side. She paused, eyes darting across the busy drop-off lane, then tightened her grip on the handle and rolled it inside.In the waiting area, she sank into a chair, still with time before her flight. She drew a slow, shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone.For a long moment, she stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered above Jia's contact. Her lips parted, just barely as though preparing to speak even before the call connected. But then she stopped. A quiet sigh escaped her. She pressed the power button and slid the phone back into her pocket.Overhead, the intercom crackled "Flight SQ123 to Singapore now boarding"Elena's eyes flicked up. A glint of resolve passed over her face. She stood, grabbed her suitcase and headed to the gate.At the check-in counter, she handed over her boarding pass, barely meeting the attendant's gaze. Then she was walking again,
After snapping a few photos—carefully angled and discreet—Jia curled her lips into a satisfied smile."I never thought l would stumble on such a sweet moment" she murmured to herself.She didn't drive off right away. Instead, she lingered, eyes trained on the scene unfolding before her—Damian slowly pulled away from Mira, only for Mira to hand him a large envelope. He opened it with care and Jia's breath caught as she recognized the familiar shape and grainy black and white image. A pregnancy scan.She knew it the instant she saw it—how could she not? She had once held similar images of her own children.A soft smile crept onto Damian's face. Then his eyes dropped to Mira's rounded belly. Gently, he placed a hand on it, rubbing in slow, reverent circles.Mira smiled too.Jia's breath hitched. Could it be...? No.She shook the thought from her mind. She wasn't going to assume anything. Not yet.Moments later, the both climbed into their car and drove off. Jia let out a breath she hadn
Tiziano didn't miss a beat. He gave the men a curt nod. "Leave” They rose without a word, offered brief bows and exited, the door clicking shut behind them.Tiziano reached for a glass already filled with whiskey, swirling it leisurely as he regarded her "What is it you want?""Why did you fire Brandon?" Elena snapped.A smirk tugged at the corner of Tiziano's mouth. So, that's what this was about. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip without answering."You still haven't answered me" Elena said sharply.He downed the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, set the glass down and looked at her, eyes narrowing."You already know the answer" he said. "Maybe you should ask yourself.""You are being childish."Tiziano scoffed "Am I?""You are so unprofessional it's pathetic. You let your personal issues cloud your judgment. Brandon didn't do anything to deserve being fired."Tiziano stood and walked around the desk, sitting casually on its edge. "He did one thing,” he said co
"Why are you back so late?" he asked, voice low andsharp.Elena coughed, waving the smoke away "What are you doing here? And how did you get in?"Tiziano didn't answer. His eyes followed her every move as she stepped toward the window. Just as her fingers grazed the curtain, he shot up, grabbing her arm and spinning her around."You don't walk away when I'm talking to you" he snapped.She flinched but refused to meet his gaze. Her eyes flicked back toward the window. She tried to pullfree but his grip only tightened."Let go" she said quietly.Tiziano ignored her, his voice dropped to an icy whisper. "Was I not clear when I said you are mine?That no man is allowed to touch you—let alone take you out? But you—" He yanked her closer "you went against my words and let Brandon touch you"Elena's hands balled into fists at her sides, she stayed silent but when Tiziano gripped her chin, forcing her to face him, she felt the tremor of her breath. His eyes bored into hers."You are real