Semua Bab In The City Of Love : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, soft stripes across the apartment floor, but it did nothing to warm the chill in Emma’s chest. She hadn’t slept. Not a wink. Every shadow in the quiet apartment seemed to whisper fragments of the previous night—the laughter, the whispers, the betrayal. Daniel. Claire. The two people she had trusted most had shattered her world in a single evening.Emma moved toward the kitchen, her steps slow and heavy. She poured herself a cup of coffee, the bitter liquid untouched as her hands shook slightly. Her mind was restless, spinning in endless circles. She needed distraction, something normal, something to remind her there was still a life beyond the apartment of betrayal.She opened her laptop and began scrolling through her inbox, seeking the confirmation email from the marketing job she had applied to weeks ago. It had been her plan, her backup, her proof that the world still offered a small sense of hope.But there was nothing. Only newsletters,

Emma stood in the middle of the apartment, staring at the open suitcase lying on the bed.It looked strangely small for something meant to hold the pieces of her life.Clothes were scattered across the mattress, some neatly folded, others tossed carelessly as if she couldn’t decide whether they belonged in the suitcase or in the past she was trying to leave behind.Packing should have been simple.But every item she picked up seemed to carry a memory.Emma reached for a blue sweater hanging in the closet. Her fingers paused the moment she touched the fabric.Daniel had given it to her two winters ago.She remembered the day clearly. They had been walking through a crowded shopping street while snow drifted gently through the air. Daniel had insisted she try it on, saying the color made her eyes look brighter.Back then, she had believed moments like that meant something.Now the memory felt hollow.Emma pulled the sweater off the hanger and stared at it for a long moment before foldin

Emma adjusted the strap of her satchel as she stepped off the taxi, taking in the narrow cobblestone streets of Paris. The morning sun glinted off wrought-iron balconies and café windows, and the faint scent of freshly baked bread filled the air. Her heart raced — this was it, her first day at the internship that she was referred for through her school's platform for graduates.She smoothed her navy coat over her shoulders, brushed a loose chestnut strand of hair behind her ear, and adjusted her glasses. Her hazel eyes reflected a mixture of excitement and nerves. She wasn’t a stranger to taking chances, but this — stepping into a foreign city for a marketing internship — felt like standing on the edge of the world.Her thoughts wandered to her parents. Victoria, who had always encouraged curiosity and creativity, would have been delighted to see her exploring such an opportunity. James, practical and warm, would have reminded her to hold her head high, to approach the unknown with co

Emma strolled along the narrow cobblestone streets, the late afternoon sunlight painting golden streaks across the buildings. She had been wandering for hours, letting the rhythm of Paris guide her. Cafés spilled music and laughter into the streets, vendors called out the day’s fresh pastries, and the scent of roasted coffee beans mingled with blooming flowers in window boxes. Everything felt alive, vibrant, and somehow overwhelming.They were finally done for the day. Emma walked beside Claire, her legs slightly tired but her mind still buzzing from everything she had seen. The city had been overwhelming in the best way, but now, as they made their way back to the café, something else occupied her thoughts. Him. She slowed slightly, glancing behind her. “Wait… is he still following us?” Claire didn’t turn. “Don’t worry about him—just pretend he’s not there.” Emma let out a small, nervous laugh. “That’s… kind of hard to do.” Her gaze lingered a second longer before she fa

The morning felt different.Emma stood outside the building that would mark the beginning of her internship, her fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her bag. The excitement was there—but so were the nerves.This wasn’t just another day of wandering through Paris. This was real.“Okay… you’ve got this,” she muttered before stepping inside.The space was bright and modern, filled with quiet movement and purpose. Conversations floated through the air—some in French, some in English—and for a moment, Emma felt like she didn’t quite belong.“Hey—you must be Emma, right?”She turned to see a girl about her age walking toward her with an easy smile.“I’m Léa,” she said, extending her hand. “We’ve been expecting you.”Emma smiled, relief washing over her. “Hi… yeah, that’s me.”Léa studied her for a second, then grinned. “So… how was your week? Enjoyed exploring Paris?”Emma let out a small laugh. “A lot, actually. It’s been… overwhelming, but in a good way.”“That’s how it starts