The Night Fate Chose You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 1: The Encounter Ivy wakes up to the coldness of the morning, harsh, biting, and unforgiving as it seeps through the cracks in the wall of the small room she shares with her stepbrother's muddle. Her blanket, light and overwashed clung to her legs as if it knew letting go would mean facing another disappointing morning. Outside, the wind wailed. Inside, her alarm flashed a relentless red: 7:30 AM.She had an interview at ten. Another one. Another ten maybe She gazed at the ceiling, letting her eyes trace the faded paint, a daily ritual that bought her a few more moments before the weight of reality surged in. She sighed and swung her leg over the side of the bed, her feet momentarily hesitant as they touched the icy floor. Her blonde hair was a mess of waves falling stubbornly as she made her way to the mirror perched above the dresser. The dark circles under her eyes were more pronounced than usual; another night of restless sleep had taken its toll.Ivy averted her gaze f

Chapter 3: smoke and sparksUnknown Number: your beauty is as radiant as ever…just like I remembered.Ivy stared at the message as though it might disappear if she as much as just blinked her eyes. Her thumb was suspended over the screen, her mind raced, and her heart thumped. The light from her phone cast a silhouette across her room.She did not reply. She couldn't bring herself to.She turned off the phone and flung it on the drawers as though it scorched her. She did not attempt to move and just sat there, looking at the wall with her pulse roaring in her ears.It was just an unknown number. Maybe a prank… not anything to be worried about.Yet it felt so unmistakable and personal.The oddest part was that only one face came to her mind immediately after she read it.Liam…She picked up the phone and opened the message again. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, contemplating.Who are you? Too immature.What do you want from me?Too guarding. She erased the reply sighed frustra

Chapter 5: Jealous Liam LIAM’S POV :Liam sat in his office with a pile of paperwork scattered across his desk in a mess. He groaned in frustration and flung his pen across the room. He just couldn't concentrate, not when her pale face kept flashing in his head. Ivy Smith, that name and face have been haunting his dreams ever since that night. No matter the number of women he slept with, none could erase the thought and memories of her.He had gone back to the bar the next day, hoping to see her again, but it was as if she never existed. All his attempts to find her were to no avail.She disappeared without a trace. Just when he had lost all hope of ever seeing her again, she just appeared at his doorstep.He hadn't expected her to be the one he was interviewing that day. She still looked innocent and beautiful as he remembered.The way she felt uncomfortable in his presence that day annoyed him, and left him wondering if he was the only one who couldn't forget her.That day, he dec

Chapter 7: It's not a dateIvy“Let your hair down,” Ivy repeated in her head.“What is wrong with the way I packed it? Is there some kind of dress code that I'm not aware of? She thought.This was not the first day at work she envisioned. She sighed as she thought back to how shocked she was to find out she was going to be working as an assistant to the company's ceo.As if that wasn't enough, now she has to have lunch with him in twenty minutes. “How am I supposed to act around him?”Ivy knew there was a lot of tension between them, and she felt it hard whenever he was in his presence. The way he stared at her intensely when she went to his office earlier was not helping matters.It's been 10 minutes already, and Ivy wasn't in any way ready for lunch. She tried to take in deep breath to calm her nerves, but all was to no avail. Her phone beeped. It was a message from Charlotte asking how her day was going.As if coming to a sudden realization, Ivy smiled.“Of course, Charlotte woul

Chapter 9: Did you cry?Ivy’s povIvy woke up to the pains she felt all over her body from the way she slept. She groaned as she stretched and felt sore all over. Her phone beeped continuously, she hissed as she reached for it.It was messages and missed calls from Charlotte.“Hey, love.” 7 AM“Good morning.” 7:10“Why aren't you responding to my messages?” 7:20“Okay, I'm gonna get mad now” 7:21Two missed calls“Ivyyyyyyy” 7:25“That's it, find yourself another best friend.” 7:30“Bitch reply me” 7:35“Don't tell me you've gotten a new best friend at work? 7:40The last message slowly faded the smile on Ivy’s face. “Work,” she repeated. She looked at the time, and it was 7:45 am“Shit, I'm going to be late for work” she screamed.She jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. “How could she have overslept?” She asked herself as she stared into the mirror, trying to tame her hair. Her eyes were swollen, evidence of the tears still visible.“Great, not only am I going to be late