Novel & Cerita Una Carta Para Una Persona Especial

I wasn’t in a hurry. I let her keep spending. To me, it was nothing more than a savings account. And when the time was right, I would cash out every last cent. * For the one-month celebration party, I made sure to send Lily a personal invitation. The card was exquisite. On the front was my baby’s adorable photo. And on the back was our family portrait with Carter, me and our baby. Carter wore his sweetest smile—soft, warm, and full of affection. The perfect picture of a doting husband and father.

Freya whispered, her voice trembling as her little brain tried to process the information. “You mean, once I do this one thing… you will do everything you promised?” “It is as simple as ABC, fratellina,” I said, reaching into the breast pocket of my suit jacket. I pulled out my brown leather wallet, slid a matte-black card from the slot, and held it out between my fingers. “This is my private line. You can reach me anytime.” She hesitated, her hand shaking timidly as she reached out and took the card, tucking it quickly into her pocket like it was a piece of burning coal.

On the side, I spotted a little card, Cara and I read it together… ‘Dear ALEXANDER LA’VARDO Welcome back from your vacation. I hope that you had a wonderful and relaxing time with your beloved fiancé. Please accept this gift with open arms as it is a gift from the depths of my heart. I’m sure that this gift will be very useful to you. P.S. for your eyes only Lots of love Yours truly ’

Tom said, "Joey submitted the application on her birthday." Shawn kept replaying what had happened on my birthday in his mind after leaving my workplace. He couldn't understand why I'd suddenly applied to return to Summeria—he'd only forgotten my birthday and brought up the fake divorce with me. He was sure there was something else he wasn't aware of and felt like he needed to seek me out to get to the bottom of this. That same day, he bought a flight back to Summeria.

“This one?” Her fingers brushed it lightly. “Perfect.” I didn’t hesitate. Card out. Paid. Done. No second thoughts. Nothing was too much. Today was for her. Before leaving the store, I chose one special thing for Patty Mama, delicate and elegant, just enough to make her feel seen. And another for Mama Espe, something strong, radiant, the kind that suited her choice for moderation.

My eyes shoot open and I step to the side, watching as they begin to file inside my apartment. “What…” I stammer, moving to the side, “what’s going on? What is all of this?” “Good afternoon, ma’am,” a shorter man enters. He holds out a card to me, which I take, and places his hands behind his back. “You are the very special recipient of a very special gift! Open up the letter once we leave!” “Okay,” I slowly nod. I look down at the card in my hand. It is a white envelope with my name written in cursive in the middle of the paper. I flip it over, trying to see if there is any other sign of who it could be from.

“He sent a note too? Jesus, Isla, this man is interested interested.” “Stop,” I muttered, even though my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it echoed into the room. “Maybe it’s not from him.” “Right, cause I'm freaking blind and just plain stupid,” she snorted. I slid my finger under the flap and opened the envelope. A single card rested inside. Thick. Clean. Very Roman-coded. Elsie shuffled closer, trying to read along with me. On the card, in that clean, precise handwriting: ‘For your shoulder. And because Madrid nights are colder than they look and you, little wolf, are very careless about your health.

His words caught me off guard. Immediately, I recalled the full details of the invitation. My eyes dropped back to it, scanning until they landed on the category printed beneath. A Personal Card. My breath stilled for a second. If I remembered correctly, personal invitation cards were exclusive—crafted for a single individual. No substitutes. No companions. No exceptions. Which meant… I slowly folded the card and looked back up at Theodore, my gaze sharp. “What exactly is this supposed to mean?” I asked. “An independent card… meaning I’m expected to come alone?”

Written by hand, in the same elegant script I knew immediately from anniversary cards and birthday notes exchanged years earlier, back when such gestures had still existed between us. ‘Damian, Your presence would be appreciated.’ Amelia’ I stared at the words for a long moment. "Sir?" Marcus asked, noticing my extended silence. "Is something wrong?" "No." I said, though the word came out more distant. "It's fine." I set the invitation down slowly, my mind working through the small, deliberate gesture. Every other name on Hart Global's standard invitation list had likely received the same formal printed card, generated efficiently by whatever events team handled such correspondence. Mine carr

"And most importantly, you are my favorite, you know that, right? You are the only person who made me smile on my hard day. My only ray of light. I can never forget you." "Will we be in touch?" "I doubt that." I took out the handmade card which I have made especially for him. I am too bad at drawing, but still, I thought to give him something which will remind him of me. I had drawn a tall man & a short girl holding the hand plus I had written 'I will miss you' at the end of the card. "Even me and mom will be leaving for London.", I said on which he nodded. A few days later,