Semua Bab He is.... Not Him: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The day of the RFA party had finally arrived, and my stomach was a tangled knot of nerves. This was the first big event where I wasn't just helping in the background; I was a main part of the team. All sorts of worries swirled in my head.What if I trip? What if I say the wrong thing to an important guest? What if no one shows up and the whole thing is a complete failure?The RFA group chat was buzzing with excitement, a bright counterpoint to my anxiety.Cipher: << SYSTEMS ONLINE. PARTY MODE: ENGAGED! >> Ready or not, here we come! ヽ(°〇°)ﾉOliver: I can't wait for everyone to finally meet you, Evelyn! Don't be nervous! My friends

The spotlight felt like a physical weight on Julian’s shoulders, but he stood perfectly straight, his face a mask of cool control. Every eye in the grand ballroom was fixed on him. He could see the reporters at the edges of the crowd, their cameras poised like hungry animals waiting to be fed. This was it. The moment he would finally take control of the narrative. "Lately," his voice boomed across the silent room, clear and authoritative, "there have been numerous articles circulating about my engagement to a certain individual." He paused, letting the anticipation build. "I am here tonight to confirm that this news is entirely false." A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. He continued, his gaz

For a moment, I just sat on the cold ground, the world a blur of tears and hurt. The sounds of the party inside felt like they were coming from another planet. I couldn't move. I just held that crumpled piece of paper to my chest, the words "Please, just let me love you alone" burning into my heart.   Then, a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I flinched, looking up through my tears. It was Chloe Bennett. Her own

Walking into the Aethelgard Tower the next morning felt like walking into a tomb. My stomach was tied in tight knots, and every step I took felt heavy and slow. I knew seeing Julian would be pure agony, but skipping work felt too much like letting him win, like I was letting his drama control my life. So I went, my heart feeling like a lump of lead in my chest.I had just reached my desk when two women from the marketing department

The first thing I was aware of was the smell of developer and old wood. Then, the soft, steady sound of breathing that was not my own. I opened my eyes to the soft grey light of dawn filtering through the large windows of Liam’s studio. For a terrifying second, I expected to see the cold, minimalist lines of Julian’s penthouse. Instead, my eyes found the familiar, comforting chaos of Liam’s world: cameras on shelves, prints hanging from clips, the silhouette of his sleeping form beside me on the futon. A warmth spread through my chest, so profound it was almost painful. This was real. He was real. I carefully extricated myself, not wanting to wake him, and pulled on his oversized sweater that lay discarded on the floor. The room was cool. My gaze drifted to the far wall. My heart stuttered.The collage was still there. But it was different. It was no longer