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(Third-person POV) By the time Julian reached the Vaughn estate, the ceremony was already over. Deep inside the grounds, the lights blazed, white roses lined the long gallery, and the music of the reception drifted faintly out of the hall. He'd just stepped onto the stairs when the Vaughn guards stopped him. "Sir, your invitation, please." Julian's expression was black as thunder. "Move." The guard didn't budge. "I'm sorry. Without an invitation, you're not setting foot inside tonight."

"Will he come back tonight?" I slowly shook my head. I knew Julian’s "ten minutes" never had an end. He hadn't chosen me the past 98 times. Tonight wouldn't be any different. After seeing my parents off, I sat alone in the empty banquet hall. I was surrounded by dirty glasses and the fizz of leftover champagne. My phone buzzed. A short text from Julian: "No. She’s getting worse. I have to stay by her side tonight." I stared at the screen with a bitter smile. A million similar nights flooded my mind.

The lines had been drawn, the strategic alliance had been forged, and the terms of her shared isolation were now an absolute reality under the golden light of the dawn. Phoebe slid her thumb across the glass, lifting the phone to her ear while her eyes remained locked onto mine—accusing, breathless, and entirely caught in my net. "Hey, Jer," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she stepped into the new paradigm. "I'm ready for the update." I reached past her frame, my left index finger tapping the console to activate the integrated speaker link once more. Jeremy’s voice cut through the early morning sunlight, heavy with the sound of city traffic beginning to hum outside his Chicago

After dinner, they had few drinks, but Val just drank juice. After agreeing to meet at exact eight in the morning in the hotel lobby, everyone retreated to their rooms to take some rest and prepare for tomorrow’s hectic schedule. "OH MY GOD!!!!!! Valerie they are so handsome. I can’t believe. I just met the world-famous pop band. I am so lucky Val. It’s because of you. Thank you for tagging me along with you" said Phoebe with so much excitement. Val and Phoebe are in the elevator, returning to their rooms. She tried her best to be normal in front of WESFA but now she couldn't control herself and started bragging about her ‘little achievement’. Of course, meeting them is the lifetime goal for

“Vivian is a rich heiress. The only reason I’m swallowing my pride and sucking up to her is for the company, for this family, and for you. “If you can’t understand that, fine, but you also keep holding me back. “Enough already! It’s just a minor surgery. Tell the doctor to postpone it for a while. Once I calm her down, I’ll head over to the hospital and stay with you, okay?!” He hung up impatiently. I did not call back. Instead, I dialed a number I had not touched in years. “Lucas, I lost. I’m willing to leave him now and accept whatever arrangements the family wants.” Lucas let out a quiet sigh. “You fought so hard for him back then. Can you really let him go?” I looked around the hospital

Does he even consider you his girlfriend? I replied: [Cecily, I'm leaving. Going to Phaelis.] After a long silence, she sent a voice message thick with tears: "Wise choice! Don't ever look back." I exited the app, pulled out the SIM card, and dropped it out the bus window into the rushing wind.

She would make Xander marry her with the presence of their future baby. The elevator dinged softly. Phoebe was met with silence as she stepped out and walked down the long corridor leading to Xander's room. The desk where Angel usually works was empty. Phoebe smiled happily because she thought Xander was working late alone in his room. “Honey, I came to bring you—”

"He's just setting himself up to trip over his own ego." Halfway through the party, I felt a pair of resentful eyes fixed on me. Melissa was perched on a nearby couch, and I had no idea how long she'd been staring. This was a networking event, and with Young Group teetering on the edge of collapse, she was probably here fishing for investors. I had no intention of engaging with her, but she made her way over and blocked my path with a mocking smile. "It's only been a few months. Look at you now, a powerless puppet CEO. Leonel, do you regret leaving me yet?"

It's hard to remember her name with that heavy red lipstick on her lips constantly distracting me—not in a good way. “It’s Phoebe,” she said, smiling. “Is your manager available?” I asked. “She’s in a meeting. Would you like to wait for her?” Phoebe gestured towards the VIP waiting room. I glanced at my watch—it was 9 a.m. I contemplated whether to wait or come back later. Today was packed, and I had no time for a return visit. “The meeting should be over soon,” her high-pitched voice grated in my ears. “I can show you to the VIP room.”