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Jem's POV Today wasn't just my day. I thought.Maybe I'll eventually have to walk all the way back home… Who knows?I pulled my jacket tighter over my shoulders, ready to dash through the rain and run home, when a black SUV suddenly rolled to a stop across the street, the rain commenting over its polished surface. At first, no one stepped out of the car so I didn't pay much attention to it. I looked away just immediately. However something about this car seemed different—it looked way too expensive and important for local streets like this one Finally, the driver's door slammed open and a tall man stepped out instantly.I froze at once. “That's Dante Williams!” My brain clicked.Even from a distance, I knew instantly who he was.Who on earth doesn't know him—Dante Williams—the heir to the Williams family empire, a business genius whose name has travelled farther than he has travelled himself.The same freaking rich, untouchable and at the same time cursed Dante Williams. Yes, he's

Dante's POV “Mom, you’re back? I thought you said you wouldn’t be coming back tonight?” I asked sharply as she walked up to sit beside me on the bed.Mom and I had gone to a small reception earlier today, a kind of formal gathering where a few important people had come to discuss matters I didn’t fully care about. I had been ready to leave when I asked her if she was coming with me, but she had smiled softly and said she wanted to stay a little longer. She’d told me she wouldn’t be returning tonight, so I left, thinking she’d just sleep over at the hotel.The rain had already started before I left the meeting with Shark, so it was the rain that prompted me to step out of my car for a moment to clear my head on the quiet street—right before the strange guy appeared.I was surprised to see Mom at home. I never thought she’d come back tonight.She looked completely serious. The way she ignored my question and leaned in, her eyes flashing with a strange excitement, made my heart skip a

Jem's POV September 7th finally arrived—the event day—the D-day everyone has been going crazy over.I woke up knowing today mattered more than any other shift I’d ever worked.The pay alone was shocking.I couldn’t imagine how many months of night shifts it would take to earn this much. I promised myself I wouldn’t mess this up.The party was already in full swing.I was already dressed in my waiter’s uniform, a clean white towel resting naturally over my shoulder.I was good at this.It felt like I’d been a waiter my whole life, considering most of the shift jobs I worked so far.I moved through the ballroom, carefully choosing my steps so I wouldn’t trip over the long, flowing gowns of wealthy ladies I’d only ever seen on TV.Sometimes, I'd froze out of shock. I wouldn't be able to hide it—people I only ever saw on TV were seated everywhere, dressed in expensive suits and gowns.However, I didn’t let the luxury distract me completely.I straightened my uniform and focused. This wa