Novel & Cerita The Paris Apartment: A Novel

“That will be 27 euros, madame.” I handed her the exact amount, and she gave me the receipt. I returned to my table, knowing a waiter would bring my order once it was ready. I put my sunglasses on my head and watched the cars and people passing by. This is what I love when I’m here. I always feel inspired to write. For me, this place is peaceful and gives me peace of mind. I was currently writing LOST IN PARIS. The story is about a woman who applied as a teacher in Paris, but her agency scammed her. Afraid of getting arrested in a foreign country, she ended up applying as a tutor for the child of a billionaire single father.

Maya’s POV Paris looks like a dream in the morning, which feels a little rude when my chest already hurts. Light slides down the stone buildings in soft ribbons, the cafés under our windows clatter awake, and our five bedroom townhouse sits on a quiet street that feels curated for glossy magazines. I walk barefoot across the parquet, listening to the soft click of my anklet, smelling bread from the corner bakery and the faint citrus cleaner the caretaker left us. This is supposed to be the beginning of our peaceful chapter.

To walk these streets with Darren instead of Liam felt wrong, so wrong, but the air itself seemed to push her forward, heavy with secrets waiting to be unraveled. Darren walked half a step ahead of her, his stride purposeful, his posture unyielding. He knew exactly where he was going, while she moved like a woman caught between dreams and nightmares. The hum of Parisian nightlife wrapped around them, laughter spilling from cafés, the low hum of passing scooters, the faint notes of an accordion in the distance, but Amara felt no warmth in it. The city of love had become a city of illusions. They turned down a narrow lane lined with ivy-clad townhouses, their windows glowing faintly golden beh

The bodyguard dropped me off at the villa and took off. I noticed him entering the code while he was unlocking the door. It wasn't the old password anymore—it was Joanna's birthday. I limped inside and glanced around. It looked the same as it did three years ago, but it felt totally different. A pair of men's and women's slippers sat by the entrance. They must have been Henry's and Joanna's. Henry's bedroom had two pillows on the bed. His clothes were neatly arranged on the left side of the closet, while Joanna's occupied the right.

Maybe that was why it scared me so much; he could walk away from this tomorrow without asking for anything more, and I’d be the only one left feeling like something had been taken from me. I stepped into the small balcony attached to his apartment. The night air hit me instantly—cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of rain that hadn’t quite fallen. The city below was quiet except for the occasional hum of a passing car. I gripped the railing and tried to breathe it out—the jealousy, the fear, the strange ache that had nothing to do with Ethan and everything to do with the man sleeping inside.

New York City – Selena’s Apartment Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows, the city lights reflecting in the puddles on the streets below. Inside, the apartment was warm but weighed heavy with unspoken histories, decisions, and betrayals. Selena stood at the edge of the fireplace, staring into the flickering flame as if it could illuminate a path through the chaos that had consumed their lives.

After placing my bag on the inside of the door leading to the main bedroom, he proceeded to give me a brief tour of the apartment. "Kitchen, living room, and office," he remarked hastily, without giving any of the rooms much of his attention. It was impossible for me to resist looking. I don't think I've ever been anyplace quite as nice as this before, with the possible exception of his flat in Paris. The floor was a neutral gray color and it was consistent throughout the entire floor plan, beginning in the exterior hallway.

**Evelina’s POV** I could scarcely believe that I’d stepped into a luxurious hotel room in the heart of Paris. The walls were adorned with hand-painted murals depicting scenes from French history, each one more exquisite than the last. In one corner stood a velvet chaise lounge so deep and inviting, it seemed to whisper my name like a sinful secret waiting to be uncovered. A grand four poster bed dressed in finest Egyptian cotton linens beckoned to us from its position in front of those breathtaking windows offering glorious views that stretched on for miles; showcasing a full frontal view of the Eiffel tower twinkling against the indigo sky.

Chapter 78 Sienna’s POV The decision to stay in Paris wasn’t one I’d planned, but after everything with Lucas, the pressure from Lisa, and the constant uncertainty, I knew I needed to make a change. Somewhere away from the memories that had been haunting me. So, when I found a small apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, I took it as a sign. Daphne and I could start fresh here, away from the noise, away from everything that had been weighing us down.

As I was walking on the hallway that had few people on it since it was still early, my eyes landed on Catherine talking to Mr Rodriguez with a distressed look on her face. He held his forehead and shook his head. He then took out a red book; that was kind of similar to the book in the parcel yesterday out of his bag and gave it to her. "You do know that spying on people is not cool, right?" A voice spoke behind my back. I turned to see who it was and a familiar grinning face appeared right in front of me. "You!"