All Chapters of Love I tried to Hide: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tyrra's POVSeeing them together on the bed had already shattered me, but hearing Flavier’s words was worse than a dagger.I gasped, my lungs seizing, my skin burning with a feverish heat. Tears blurred my sight as I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the stilettos at the door. My chest thudded painfully, wild and uneven.I fled. I didn’t think, didn’t breathe, just ran until my hands found the steering wheel. The engine roared to life beneath my trembling grip, and I drove with no sense of direction. Home was impossible. I couldn’t face Grace. I couldn’t face my father. I couldn’t face anyone.My thoughts circled in a dizzy haze, Why? How? Until a blaring horn ripped through the fog.“CRASH!”Metal screeched. My car spun, tires screaming against the pavement. I slammed the brakes, but the jolt still rattled through my bones. When the vehicle finally shuddered to a stop, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Across the intersection, a black sedan sat crooked, its bumper crumpled. The do

Tyrra's POVI woke up before dawn, with just a little light slipping through the heavy curtains. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then the memories hit me, last night, the stranger, the way he held me like I mattered.Lemar was still asleep beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his breathing calm. I carefully lifted his arm and slipped out from under it, my heart racing like I was doing something wrong.My clothes were folded neatly on the dresser. I didn’t remember doing it, but seeing them made me smile a little. At least some part of me had kept things in order, even in the middle of all the chaos.I quickly got dressed and moved toward the door, stopping when I saw the car keys on the table. I glanced back at Lemar, his face peaceful in the soft light, unaware I was about to leave. For a moment, I thought about leaving a note, something simple, like "thank you." But I knew that would make it too real.I grabbed the keys, took a deep breath, and slipped out.The cold mor

Six Years LaterIt had been six years since Tyrra ran away on the morning of her wedding. She left her father and her old life behind. Now she was back. With her was her five-year-old daughter, Samantha, and Maya, the nanny who never left her.Six years ago, she had left everything, her family, her country, even her name. Now she was back. Not to face her father or old problems. She came for one reason: to let her daughter see where her story began.But the past still haunted her. She remembered Flavier’s lies, Grace’s betrayal, running away, being alone in a strange land, and the surprise of having a child.Her father’s words still hurt: “Marry Flavier, or you are no longer my daughter.”She clenched her fists. “He should have understood me,” she whispered, shaking with anger and pain.The hurt and anger were still there. She could never forgive him for trying to control her instead of listening to her heart.Still, something good had come from those hard years, Samantha. Her light.

CHAPTER 8Lemar nodded, his eyes briefly widening with surprise before he quickly masked it with composure. “Tyrra Quinnara,” he said softly, tasting the name like it was half-forgotten, half-remembered. “It’s been a long time.”Tyrra drew in a steadying breath, the nervous flutter in her chest trying to settle. “Yes, sir. It has. I came to discuss a feature for Domino Corp. I know you’re selective with interviews, but I believe this could be mutually beneficial.”Before she could continue, Lemar rose from his chair and took slow, deliberate steps toward her. His proximity made her heart stumble. “You’ve changed,” he murmured, his voice not judgmental but full of quiet wonder.A small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. “I could say the same about you, Mr. Domino. You look… different from when I last saw you.”His gaze locked onto hers, intense and searching, as though trying to read between the lines of the years that had passed. “Last time…” His voice lowered, the words alm

Flavier sat in the security room, eyes fixed on the CCTV footage. He saw Tyrra leaving Lemar's office. His heart raced. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and rushed out.Outside, he spotted her just as she was getting into a taxi. He followed at a distance, keeping his car behind hers until they reached The Domino’s Palace.He parked and waited, watching. When Tyrra entered the hotel, he got out and headed inside. At the reception desk, a professional smile greeted him. The receptionist’s smile widened when she recognized him as the CEO’s cousin.“Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”Flavier gave a slight bow. “I’m looking for a guest. Tyrra Quinnara. Personal matter.”The receptionist hesitated for a moment, clearly torn, but then pressed a few keys and nodded.“She’s checked in,” she said softly.“Room number?” he asked, his voice calm but direct.She quickly gave him the details. “Anything else, sir?”“Nothing. Thank you.” Flavier turned and left. Now he knew where she wa