LOGINELYRAI didn’t sleep properly that night.The night had dragged on in long, restless hours, and instead of lying in bed staring at the ceiling while my thoughts slowly drove me insane, I had buried myself in work—designs, sketches and unfinished projects I had abandoned for days.If my mind refused to rest, then at least my hands could stay busy.The glow of my laptop had become my company sometime after midnight, and I had barely realized how much time had gone as I sat there in front of the laptop.I remembered glancing at the clock at some point.Three-thirty.After that, exhaustion finally won.I barely managed four hours of sleep before my alarm exploded through the room like an angry warning. I jolted awake with a sharp inhale as the sound drilled into my skull.Groaning, I reached for my phone with heavy hands and shut it off.For a moment, I stayed there, face pressed into the pillow, eyes closed.Everything hurt.My shoulders felt stiff, my head heavy, and my body felt like I
ELYRAI didn’t leave the studio until past midnight.By the time I finally shut my laptop and walked out of my office, the building had gone completely quiet. Everyone else had left hours ago. The hallway lights had dimmed automatically, casting long shadows against the walls as though the place itself had decided it was time to rest.But my mind had refused to rest.The entire evening had been swallowed by work, designs, and the heavy thoughts I kept trying to outrun.Unfortunately, none of it worked, because no matter how much I distracted myself, the memory of the man who had walked into my office earlier refused to leave my head.His face, his calm voice, the warning… they all stayed there like a stain I couldn’t scrub away.Outside, the night air hit me immediately as I stepped into the parking lot. The city had quieted down, though not completely. Somewhere in the distance, I could still hear the faint sound of moving traffic.I unlocked my car and slid inside, and I started the
ELYRA.I woke up to the dull, miserable ache of someone who had fallen asleep in the worst possible position and somehow stayed there for a long period.My neck hurt, my shoulder hurt and my cheek…I slowly lifted my face from my laptop keyboard and winced.My cheek hurt too.I blinked several times, trying to clear the heaviness in my eyes while my brain slowly remembered where I was.I had dozed off while working on the desk after I had locked the bedroom last night. Wonderful.I squinted at my laptop screen and frowned.The letter G stretched endlessly across the document. Rows and rows of it.A horrifying amount of Gs.I stared at it for several seconds, then sighed.I rubbed my face and pressed my fingers on the backspace button, deleting what looked like several hundred accidental letters.The screen returned to normal.I leaned back slowly and rolled my neck.Crack.A painful but deeply satisfying sound.“Oh, that’s concerning,” I whispered.I closed my eyes for a second. This
ELYRAI did not go to my room when I got back.I could not.The moment I stepped into the mansion, the silence hit me too hard, too suddenly, and something inside me refused to sit alone in a bedroom with my thoughts waiting like hungry animals.Instead, I walked straight to the kitchen.The lights were dim, soft enough to make everything feel strangely unreal. The polished counters reflected little streaks of gold from the overhead lamps, and the massive space felt emptier than usual.I moved toward the fridge without thinking, grabbed a bottle of water, and poured myself a glass. The sound of water hitting glass seemed louder than it should have been.Everything seemed louder in silence.I leaned against the counter and drank slowly.The mansion was quiet—too quiet—and I hated it.Because quiet meant my brain had permission to replay everything from the hospital on a loop, and unfortunately, my brain was taking that permission very seriously.I stared down at the glass in my hand, a
NICKThe first thing I did after stepping out of that holding room was rub my wrists.The handcuffs had left angry red marks around them, and even though they had finally taken them off, I could still feel the uncomfortable pressure lingering there like a reminder of the humiliation I had just gone through.I hated every second of it—the cold walls, the suspicious looks, the way people whispered when they walked past my cell like I was already some criminal waiting to be sentenced.Me.Nick Carter.A man who had spent years building his reputation.And now, because of one ridiculous accusation, I had spent a day locked up in here like some common fraudster.Well, maybe I actually was, but what the hell.I stood in front of the officer handling my release papers while he flipped lazily through a folder, taking his sweet time like he had nowhere else to be.I was already irritated enough.“Are you done?” I asked sharply. “Or are you planning to keep me here longer for fun?”The officer
ELYRAI gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my fingers hurt.This had to be a lie.It simply had to be.My mother’s voice still echoed inside my head, sharp and painful, refusing to leave me alone.“Your father’s condition wasn’t just bad luck.” she said. “He also had a hand in everything.”The words replayed over and over until they became unbearable.“No…” I whispered to myself, shaking my head as I sped through traffic. “No, that can’t be true.”But the worst part was not knowing. The worst part was the tiny voice inside me that had already begun to believe it.I felt sick. Ashamed. Angry.Mostly angry at myself.Because if my mother was right, then I had been living in the same house with the man connected to my father’s suffering.Sleeping under the same roof.Caring for him.And even currently, I was beginning to soften a bit for him, especially since he got into the accident.The thought made my stomach twist violently.I pressed harder on the accelerator.Cars honked as
ELYRA.Eventually, I forced myself to calm down.My chest still felt tight, and my fingers trembled as if they wanted to grip something—anything—and crush it. But I had learned, long before this mansion and its cold walls, how to pull myself back from the edge. Losing control never ended well. Espe
ELYRA.I pinched myself hard, right on the arm, and the pain was sharp and real, not the dull kind you feel in dreams. That was when it truly sank in—I wasn’t dreaming. An ordinary maid had spoken to me like that. The memory replayed in my head, every word, every look, and the anger that had briefl
ELYRA.I walked into the large mansion, clutching my bag nervously as the movers took in my bag. It had been a week since I signed the marriage certificate that now binds that arrogant asshole and me.I had tried to make him see facts; that we had no reason to live together since we could barely st
ELYRAStanding right in front of me was one of Nick's competitors that I had to meet a couple of times and from the occasions, we had decided it would be best we never meet ever again.He was egoistic and rude and I wondered what his connection to the Hill's would be so I straightened my expression







