When Fury whispers

The music from the ballroom struck him like a slap the moment Julian re-entered.Bright lights, flittering laughter and champagne flutes clinking against crystal.Everything gleamed, perfect and expensive — and he hated it.He moved through the crowd like a man possessed, jaw tight, eyes unfocused, rage simmering beneath his immaculate composure. Every sound grated against him. Every whisper, every burst of laughter seemed to mock him. He couldn’t erase the words.“How dare you say that to my woman.”My woman.It played in his head again and again, each repetition cutting deeper. Soren Bellandi — the untouchable chairman, the one every man in that room feared and every woman desired — had called Evelyn Morgan his woman.Julian almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but it wasn’t funny.It was humiliation. Pure, blistering humiliation.He reached the ed

Last Updated : 2025-11-06

The 'accidental' spill

Soren and Eve finally found their way back into the grand hall, the hum of conversation wrapping around them like gently. The ballroom was alive as it was before — music swelling, laughter rippling, champagne glasses clinking. But beneath that polish of luxury, something darker simmered: whispers, side glances, unspoken curiosity.Eve could feel it — the invisible eyes that followed them as they stepped back in. Every breath felt heavier than it should, every step echoing louder.Serena noticed them first.She stood near the food pillar, her expression perfectly composed but her eyes sharp, like a hawk circling its prey. For the past few minutes, she’d been waiting — waiting for Evelyn to reappear, waiting for the right moment to strike. Her lips curled slightly as she saw the pair walk in together.So she really came back with him.Soren, on the other hand, walked beside Eve like

Last Updated : 2025-11-07

Scooped Cinderella

Eve hadn’t even reached the door when she felt it—a sudden, firm force that lifted her effortlessly off the ground. For a heartbeat, she thought she was falling, her breath caught halfway between shock and disbelief. But then she felt the warmth of strong arms around her, steady and unyielding, and her world tilted into stunned silence.It was Soren.Before she could even blink, he had scooped her up into his arms—just like in those fairytales she had never believed in. By now every gaze in that glittering hall had turned toward them—toward her, dripping in smoothie, and toward him, carrying her as though she were something precious, something that had to be shielded from the cruelty of the world ( Is not like the gaze went away after the smoothie was accidentally poured on her). The atmosphere was now charged up like something that was ready to explode, it is just a matter of time.Eve’s heart hammered.

Last Updated : 2025-11-08

The Weight of a crown

The night had long surrendered to silence.Soren’s car sliced through the empty streets, the soft hum of the engine a quiet companion to the thoughts that refused to leave him alone. The city outside was nothing but blurred lights and shadows, yet his mind was miles away — tangled between the woman he had just left and the pieces of himself he no longer recognized.For a man who had always believed emotion to be a weakness, this quiet ache inside him felt like rebellion.He loosened his tie, the gesture uncharacteristic, and leaned slightly back in the seat. The scent of her still lingered faintly — faint traces of her perfume mixed with the sweetness of the smoothie that had drenched her dress. It was strange, how something so simple could stay with him, how every time he closed his eyes, he saw her standing there — embarrassed, trembling, and yet trying so hard to keep her dignity.He had carried her w

Last Updated : 2025-11-09

Under a Morning Full of Questions

The first thing I heard was birdsong. Soft, layered melodies drifting through my open window like a gentle reminder that the world hadn’t stopped spinning, even if mine felt like it had crashed and was still trying to rebuild itself from the pieces scattered on the floor.Light filtered through my curtains—soft, pale gold that rested on my skin like a hesitant touch. I blinked slowly, staring up at the familiar cracks on the ceiling. For a few seconds, my mind was blank, quiet, blessedly empty.Then everything came crashing back.The gala.Julian.Serena.The smoothie dripping down my hair and dress.Soren lifting me.His hands.His voice.His eyes—dark, angry, protective.His presence like a force of gravity I couldn’t fight.I shot upright in bed, the blanket tangling around my legs as if trying to pull me back down.“Oh God…”A groan escaped my lips before I even realized I was speaking. My palms flew to my face, covering the heat rising there.What was going to happen to me now?I

Last Updated : 2025-11-18

A Very Unwanted Spotlight

It is finally time to get back to work.The morning definitely seemed far too bright for the kind of day I was about to face. I stood in front of the huge Parsons company—my workplace, my battlefield, my doom—and felt my stomach twist into a sailor’s knot.Why did the building look taller today? Why did the glass walls seem shinier? Why did the receptionist desk inside feel like a stage where everyone could see me enter?Because I was terrified.Absolutely, ridiculously terrified.I stood there for at least thirty seconds—no movement, no breathing—before forcing myself to take one step, then another. My heels clicked against the marble floor like a drum announcing my arrival.And just like that…Every single head snapped up.I froze.The entire lobby—which normally buzzed with phone rings, footsteps, casual chatter, and the hum of printers releasing new designs—suddenly fe

Last Updated : 2025-11-19