MasukHannah has finally landed the journalism internship of her dreams—a chance to prove herself at one of the city’s top media firms. But her excitement is short-lived when she’s forced to work under Nathaniel "Nate" Rhodes, the arrogant and untouchable head intern who treats her like she doesn’t exist. He has connections, power, and an air of mystery that both frustrates and intrigues her. When Hannah stumbles upon a mysterious pattern of arson cases, she breaks a major story, earning her place in the firm. But there's a catch—Nate is assigned to work on it with her. While she’s determined to uncover the truth, he’s just as determined to avoid it. As they dig deeper, secrets begin to surface, and Hannah finds herself entangled in a past neither of them can escape. Because years ago, fire changed both of their lives. A fire took someone she loved, a fire took someone he loved. As the tension between them grows, so does the undeniable pull drawing them together. But can love survive when the truth is written in the ashes?
Lihat lebih banyakThe walk back to Blackstone Publishing was quieter, but something had changed. We weren’t just boss and intern anymore. There was a certain current between us, something unspoken but heavy. It lingered in the way our shoulders brushed as we walked. In the way his hand hovered slightly behind me when we crossed the street, like he was debating whether or not to guide me forward. It was nothing. As we reached the entrance of the building, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like if I walked inside now, something between us would snap back to the way it was before. Nathaniel must have sensed it too because he didn’t move either. "Sir," I said finally, my voice softer than I intended. "Thank you. For dinner." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Don’t get used to it." I let out a small laugh. "Of course not." why would I? I turned to go, but before I could take another step, his voice stopped me. "Hannah." I turned back. Nathaniel’s jaw clenched
Nathaniel was avoiding the case. I was sure of it now. But that wasn’t my problem. If he didn’t want to do his job, then fine. I’d do it without him. I spent the rest of the afternoon buried in old articles, tracing connections between the fire victims. The deeper I went, the clearer the pattern became. These weren’t just random incidents, they were deliberate. Someone was silencing people, one fire at a time. The thought sent a chill through me. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I stared at the web of notes I’d pinned to my screen. The same names kept coming up in different reports, scattered across years, connected by nothing except the fires that had destroyed their lives. This wasn’t a coincidence. Lost in my work, I barely noticed when the newsroom started emptying out. The sky outside had darkened, the city lights casting a faint glow through the windows. I stretched, my neck stiff from hours of staring at my screen. I wasn’t done yet. Not even close "Still her
The sound of my keyboard filled the quiet space around me, a rhythmic tapping that matched the beat of my thoughts. Notes, timelines, theories—I had everything in front of me, yet the pieces still didn’t fit. The fires weren’t random. I could feel it. But without solid proof, it was just a gut feeling. I sighed, rubbing my temples. The newsroom bustled with activity, but at my little desk, it felt like I was working alone. Well, almost alone. I looked over at the other interns, I never really knew what they were up to. Nathaniel never really gave us what to do aside from a few reports to write here and there. If I hadn't been doing this fire case with him, I'd be almost jobless. I glanced toward Nathaniel’s office. He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, fingers lazily spinning a pen between them as he stared at his screen. His expression was unreadable, but I had been around him long enough to know when someone was just pretending to work. He had barely contributed to the investiga
The offices of Montgomery & Chase were exactly what I expected—polished, intimidating, and completely impersonal. The air smelled of expensive coffee and fresh ink, and the walls were lined with framed case victories, as if reminding visitors that this firm didn’t lose. Nathaniel and I stepped through the glass doors, and I adjusted my blazer, trying to look more confident than I felt. This was my first real field assignment, and while I wasn’t about to admit it, I was nervous. Nathaniel, on the other hand, looked completely at ease—bored, even. He barely glanced around as he approached the receptionist. “Nathaniel Rhodes. We’re here to see one of your senior partners regarding an ongoing investigation.” The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with dark-rimmed glasses, barely looked impressed. “Do you have an appointment?” Nathaniel exhaled, clearly expecting this. “Tell Mr. Ashford that it concerns recent fire-related incidents.” Her gaze flickered with something- Recognition? Ei
(Hannah’s POV) Nathaniel walked ahead, his long strides making it difficult for me to keep up. He didn’t look back, didn’t check if I was following—just assumed I would. “Sir, where exactly are we going?” I asked, adjusting the strap of my bag. “To do real journalism,” he said, not glancing b
(Hannah’s POV) The next morning, I was at Blackstone Publishing by 7:30 a.m. sharp—caffeinated, dressed in my most professional outfit, and ready to prove I could handle this assignment. I wish I could say my nerves weren’t eating me alive, but that would be a huge lie. They were. This wasn’t
(Hannah’s POV) The rest of my first day passed in a blur of coffee-fueled determination and me biting my tongue every time Nathaniel Rhodes walked by. By the time my shift was over, I had rewritten four press releases, proofread a minor article, and resisted the urge to throw my stapler at Na
It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke






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