All Chapters of Love I tried to Hide: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tyrra sat at her desk in the spacious office of Empowered Magazine, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried, and failed, to focus on the article she was editing.Although her promotion wasn’t official yet, she still had to interview Lemar, the final criterion, she was acting as editor-in-chief, a role that came with more responsibilities than she had expected. Deadlines loomed, articles demanded attention, and her to-do list seemed endless.Still, no matter how hard she tried to focus, her thoughts kept drifting back to Lemar. She found herself staring at her phone, half-expecting a call or a message from him. She knew there was no reason to expect one, yet hope refused to let go.Get it together, Tyrra, she scolded herself silently, shaking her head as if that could clear her mind. You have work to do.She forced her attention back to the article on her screen, determined to concentrate. Just as she began to settle, her phone rang,

Lemar sighed deeply, torn between frustration at having to play along with Flavier and gratitude that Tyrra was keeping him grounded."Thanks for looking out for me when you should be more focused on proving your innocence," he said, his voice edged with both admiration and exasperation.Tyrra shook her head. "I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for myself," she replied, her tone firm, causing Lemar’s thoughts to drift uncomfortably to Grace and the growing suspicion that she was working with Flavier.He hesitated before speaking again. "There’s something else I think you should know… but I’m not sure if I should tell you," he admitted.Tyrra raised a brow. "What is it?"At that moment, a small voice piped up. "Mommy, I want, "Tyrra’s heart skipped a beat as Samantha ran into the bedroom. She quickly muted the call and whispered, "I'm on the phone, darling. I'll be right out," forcing a smile despite her ra

As dinner progressed, Grace found herself laughing easily, drawn in by the flow of their conversation and Lemar’s humor.“I think I’ve talked enough about myself. Why don’t you tell me about you? I’d like to hear things your mom and Flavier haven’t already shared,” she said, lifting her wineglass to her lips.Lemar resisted the urge to glance at his wristwatch, even though he knew it had been over an hour. What’s keeping Ethan from calling? he mused, frustrated, but he kept a composed smile.Not wanting to reveal too much about himself, and to stall until Ethan called, he decided to steer the conversation where he wanted it to go.“I’m pretty sure they’ve told you everything possible about me,” he said smoothly. “But I’m still curious about you. I’m not satisfied yet.”Grace arched a perfectly shaped brow. “What more could you possibly wan

Tyrra's POVAs Rayna and I pulled up to the club, I could feel my nerves tighten in my chest. The building was huge and intimidating, with black-clad bouncers standing at the entrance and a red carpet leading to the door. This wasn’t at all like the quiet, comfortable evenings I was used to.A line of people stretched down the block, but Rayna just led me past the crowd, straight to the VIP entrance. The bouncers barely glanced at us before waving us through, and I couldn’t help but wonder how often Rayna came here."You do this often, don't you?" I asked, my voice full of curiosity, but also a little unsure.Rayna grinned. "Why do you ask?""Seems like they know you," I shrugged, trying to act casual."Well, there’s a story behind that. I'll tell you later," Rayna promised, her voice holding a hint of mystery as she led me inside.Rayna had chosen Sodom and Gomorrah, one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, for

Grace’s POVI lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, a bright smile playing on my lips as I thought about my date with Lemar. The evening had gone better than I expected, nothing like I had anticipated. He was the most charming, attentive man I’d ever been with. He seemed genuinely interested in me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely at ease.Despite wanting to impress him, I realized I hadn’t tried too hard. He made it so easy, almost effortless. My smile widened as I replayed the memory of his warm laugh and the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me.I kicked my legs in the air playfully, feeling like a teenager with a crush again. But as the warmth spread through my chest, a subtle doubt crept in. This was so different from the other dates I’d been on, the ones where I played it cool, kept things casual. But now… I couldn’t help but wonder, was it possible that he was actually interested in