All Chapters of HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Moments That Freeze Time Country: Aurivelle City: Cressford Alvara The boutique had never felt so alive, yet simultaneously, so intimidating. I had barely managed to pull myself together after staring like a complete fool, only to have my composure crumble again the moment I heard his voice.“Excuse me, what exactly is going on here?” His tone was calm, deep, and entirely magnetic.I froze. That voice..smooth, commanding without demanding..made my heartbeat stutter. My eyes betrayed me, drifting to him again despite every effort to focus elsewhere. I forced myself to glance down, at the floor, willing my flushed cheeks to remain hidden.Just then, Isabella and the manager arrived, rushing into the display room and finding me frozen mid-step.“Alvara? What’s happening?” the manager asked,her voice tinged with worry.Before I could respond, the client’s sharp tone cut through the room.

The End Of The Good Girl Country: Aurivelle City: Cressford Alvara Every corner of Maison Aurelle buzzed with restless energy.Seamstresses moved quickly between worktables, measuring tapes draped around their necks while fabrics spilled across cutting stations. Conversations stayed low, whispered just enough to carry.Some were sketching.Some were sorting fabrics.Others were planning in small groups.Everyone was preparing for the Hawthorne Designer Selection Program.And everyone wanted it.I walked through the boutique slowly, clutching my sketchbook against my chest, trying to steady my breathing.Isabella, on the other hand, looked like someone who had just received the best news of her life. She moved between cutting tables, adjusting mannequins and checking fabrics, practically glowing with excitement.“Alvara!” she called, waving me over.I walked toward her.

The Final Stitch Country: Aurivelle City: Cressford Alvara The first thing I noticed when I glanced at the clock was that I was already late.Not a little late.Very late.“Great,” I muttered under my breath.I pulled open my wardrobe and grabbed the first outfit that felt presentable enough for a rushed morning…a beige knit top and my black baggy trousers. Comfortable but neat. I shoved my feet into my white sneakers, then reached for my mini crossbody bag hanging on the chair beside my desk.My reflection in the mirror looked as rushed as I felt.I quickly twisted my hair into a loose braid over my shoulder and clipped in my small hoop earrings. I had just slung the bag across my body when my phone started ringing on the bed.Isabella.Of course.I answered while still hopping on one foot trying to pull my sneaker fully on.“Tell me

Collision Of The Past And PresentCountry: EldoriaAdrian The office was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that should have been calming but instead pressed against the walls like something waiting to break. I sat behind my desk, staring at the glowing numbers on the report in front of me, but they refused to mean anything. Rows of figures blurred together, meaningless, distant. My mind was somewhere else entirely.The last month has been exhausting.Not physically. Strategically.I leaned back in my chair slowly, letting the leather creak beneath my weight, fingers steepled beneath my chin as I stared at the glass wall overlooking the city of Eldoria. The skyline stretched endlessly…silver towers cutting through the afternoon haze, sunlight bouncing off mirrored buildings like shards of glass.All of it belonged to men like my father.Men who never lost contr

From Hope to RealityCountry: Aurivelle City Cressford Alvara I sat at my desk, fidgeting with the edge of my chair for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. My fingers traced the smooth wood restlessly, tapping, stopping, tapping again. The silence in my room had become unbearable.Across the room, Isabella lay sprawled on my bed, her arms tucked behind her head as she stared blankly at the ceiling.Neither of us had spoken for several minutes.The only sound in the room was the faint vibration of my laptop and the occasional rustle of the curtains as a soft breeze slipped through the half-open window.Five days.Five long, agonizing days.“I can’t believe it’s been five days,” Isabella finally said, her voice breaking the silence.I glanced at her.She still hadn’t moved from her spot on the bed, but I could hear the nervous tension in