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Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

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The next morning, Elena arrived at Blackwood Group with a confidence she hadn't felt in a very long time. The nervousness that had followed her on her first day had almost completely disappeared. As she walked through the lobby, familiar faces greeted her with warm smiles instead of curious stares. "Good morning, Miss Elena." "Morning!" "Have a great day!" She smiled back at each of them. It amazed her how much had changed in just a few days. The employees who had once questioned her presence now welcomed her as part of the team.

When word got out that I was back, Nathaniel started showing up at the house almost every day. I had no choice. On the second day of the new year, I told my mother I was leaving. Once I left home, I got back on the bus heading into the city. I had barely sat down when I heard shouting from the station. Nathaniel had spotted me. He hadn't even bought a ticket and just tried to rush inside. The security guard caught him and blocked the way. "Let me through! I need to find someone!"

Was that it? The realization made Zayne slump forward, his face resting in his hands atop his thighs. His fingers dragged through his hair. “Please,” he said quietly. “Don’t let her work overtime.” Sebastian squinted, then nodded a second later with a broad smile. “On one condition, Zayne.” “Damn it,” Zayne cursed, shooting Sebastian a look as the man chuckled. “What?” “Make the famous model Dennis Wesson an ambassador for Abeforth.” Zayne dropped his hands from his face and turned to stare at Sebastian, who was grinning ear to ear. Without answering, Zayne extended his arm and pointed toward the door.

She finally smiled I return her smile, felt my phone beeped, and I said "You're welcomed, and our session is over. Will I see you next week?" "Hopefully not, because now I know I'm black and I'm loved" She grinned I chuckled "That's the spirit girl" "Thank you." She smiled "I believe I was promised some cookies" She grinned getting up I opened the drawer, removing the freshly baked cookies that Caroline and He-Who-We-Must-Not-Mention baked "Here you go. You get 3 wraps" I said handing it to her She squeaked excitedly "Thank you!" "Who is picking you up?" I asked her

“Go back to your place.” “No.” She spoke softly but it was a firm decision. Father's eyes scanned her,meticulously. “Gregory,you do know that marriage is a transactional analysis.What is this?” “I'm certain I can bring in more returns in the business than I could do with marriage.You don't have to worry about that.” “And I'm sure you know that is not what this is all about.” “It is what you pointed out.” I state. “You were to go to the East.” “I don't see why that has to change.”

Easton had just settled down on the dining table, ready to have his breakfast when his gaze landed on us. “Sandy?” He called just to be certain and I bobbed my head as I walked up to him, hugging him from the side. “It's good to see you again, Mr. Easton.” I greeted and he smiled at me. “I mean I wasn't expecting you to take this long, but I'm glad you're back where you belong.” He stated as Mrs. Mirabella walked in. “You are back though, right?” She asked with a worried expression and I smiled at her, hugging her tightly. I had missed her the most.

Outside, my grandfather's black sedan was already waiting at the curb, its engine idling quietly against the New York mist. I stepped inside and slid into the deep, leather backseat, the door shutting out the noise of the city with a heavy, solid thud. I looked out the tinted window as the lights of the Plaza began to pull away. For the first time in six years, I wasn't going home to Dominic Brown.

My chest tightened. "I've missed you too." He leaned down slowly. Giving me every chance to pull away. I didn't. His kiss was gentle. Unhurried. The kind that asked instead of assumed. When we finally separated... He rested his forehead against mine. "Welcome back." He whispered. A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. He noticed immediately. "Hey..." His voice became softer. "What's wrong?" I shook my head. "Nothing." "It just..." I smiled through the tears.