All Chapters of PerFecT LovE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The S.O. Publishing Industry, New York. Six Months Ago.~~~“If someone had told me my dream of working here would actually come true, I would have laughed in their face,” Grace muttered.She wiped at her eyes quickly.“How I wish Mom and Dad were here to see this.”A tear slipped down her cheek.“Seriously, Grace, not now.” She shook her head. “Stop thinking about the past. You need to move forward.”Still, something felt strange.The boss had asked her to stay behind after work.Now it was already 8 p.m., and apart from Noah Creed, she was the only person left on the floor.As if that wasn't enough, he had just sent for her.“Jeez, I hope I'm not about to lose my job,” she muttered nervously. “What does he want?”Taking a deep breath, she stood up from her desk and made her way to the president's office.She stopped in front of the heavy gold-colored door. His name was written boldly across it.Noah Creed.The moment she saw it, her stomach tightened.Then the voice that always manag

~~~~A Few Hours Earlier...Mrs. Bush reviewed the university documents for what felt like the hundredth time.“I still can’t believe she chose my university,” she said, shaking her head. “Out of all the schools in New York.”“And yet you’ve been smiling ever since she got accepted,” Adam replied, stealing a glance at his wife.Mary tried to hide her grin and failed miserably.“I have not.”“You have.”“I have not.”“You literally called three people to tell them.”“That was different.”Adam laughed.“Honestly,” Mary continued, adjusting the papers on her lap, “before we do anything else, we should find a decent hostel for her. At least for the first semester. I don’t want us running around this city like headless chickens looking for accommodation.”Adam nearly choked. “That might be a problem.”Mary slowly turned toward him. “What problem?”“I may have promised Grace she wouldn’t be staying in a hostel.”Silence.Then… “Adam Bush.”“What?”“You promised our daughter an apartment?”“M

The Present Day.~~~Grace blinked.The memories faded, and the O.S. Publishing office balcony came back into focus. For a moment, she remained still, staring at the sky above her.No matter how many years passed, the memories never changed.They still hurt.Slowly, Grace raised a hand and wiped the tears from her face.She sighed. “Yeah, that’s the story of my life. Crazy, right?”She had decided to work in a publishing firm to gain the experience she needed before taking over her father's company one day. That was why she applied to one of the biggest publishing firms in New York City, only to end up in her current miserable position.Focused on becoming someone worthy of inheriting her father's empire, she never made time for fun, parties, or dating.Despite her trauma, she sometimes wondered if there was a man out there for her. Someone who could give her the kind of love her parents once had.The door suddenly opened.“Oh! There you are,” Edna said, appearing out of nowhere.“Jesu

O.S. Publishing Headquarters, The President's Office.~~~~The top floor of O.S. Publishing headquarters was quiet in a way that felt almost unnatural. Glass, steel, and clean white lighting filled the space, giving it a cold, controlled feel. Large windows stretched across the walls, showing the entire city below. From this height, New York looked smaller… distant.Noah Creed’s office sat at the center of it all.Nothing in the room was flashy. Everything was placed with purpose. A long dark desk faced the windows, shelves lined one side of the wall, and a seating area sat neatly arranged for meetings rather than comfort.Noah stood near the window for a moment, loosening his tie slightly.Still in his black tuxedo from earlier, sleeves rolled up just a bit, he carried a calm posture that didn’t match the tension in his face. There was always something tight in his expression, like his thoughts never really stayed quiet.After a while, he turned away from the view.He picked up his co

~~~~Grace sighed as she stood by her apartment window, staring out at the city below, her phone resting loosely in her hand.It had been months since she last heard from Mrs. Hail.After she had been retained, she had sent messages to both Mr. Berk and Mrs. Hail to let them know she had gotten the job. Mr. Berk replied almost immediately with congratulations. Warm, proud, like always.But Mrs. Hail…Nothing.At first, Grace told herself it was probably nothing serious. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she had changed her number. Maybe work was overwhelming her.So, she tried calling.Once.Twice.Again and again.But the line never went through.No replies. No callbacks. No sign of her at all.There was no one else she trusted enough to reach out and ask questions.Grace lowered her phone slowly, letting out a small breath.“It will be okay,” she whispered to herself, like she always did.But this time, it didn’t feel as convincing as before.Though something good happened to her, she had ma