MasukQuinn's pov I was halfway through reviewing proposals for Titan Media's next production when I realized I had reread the same page three times.My eyes skimmed over the words.My brain absorbed none of them.Frustrated, I tossed the file onto my desk and leaned back in my chair.The Last Ember was officially finished.Months of work.Millions of dollars.Countless hours.All wrapped up.By every projection, the movie was going to be a massive success.The marketing team was already preparing premiere schedules.Interviews were being arranged.Promotional material was being finalized.Everything was moving exactly the way it should.So why couldn't I focus?The answer came to me immediately.Laura.Everything somehow circled back to Laura.Ever since the Goldbrigg Awards, things between us had become strained.No.Strained wasn't even the right word.They were broken.She had been avoiding me.Keeping conversations short.Avoiding eye contact whenever possible.And every time I though
Laura's PovThe next day at work, I could practically feel my cheeks aching from how much I had been grinning.I was happy.No, happy wasn't even the right word.I was ecstatic.Today was the last day of production for The Last Ember, and I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had looked forward to something this much.For months, this movie had consumed my life.Every early morning call time.Every late-night script revision.Every costume fitting.Every stunt rehearsal.Every rumor.Every problem.Every challenge.It had all led to today.Still, something tugged at the back of my mind.This was the last day.The last day of production meant the movie would be premiering soon.And the movie premiering soon meant I would technically be unemployed.At least for a little while.I tried not to let the thought bother me and focus on when quinn had assured me that producers were already interested in working with me.According to him, several people had started asking questions about
I was clad in a silk nude dress that hugged my figure without being too dramatic. My hair was packed neatly into a high ponytail, and I had only bothered with light makeup. A little foundation, a touch of mascara, and gloss on my lips. Just enough to keep me from looking like someone who had spent the last nine hours filming scenes under bright studio lights.The restaurant Stella had chosen was calm and cozy, but there was an unmistakable air of luxury surrounding it.Gold-trimmed tables reflected the warm lighting overhead. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, scattering glittering reflections across the room. In the corner, a live jazz band played soft melodies that floated through the restaurant like smoke.The atmosphere squeezed unexpectedly at my heart.Hemsworth and I used to come to places like this.Well... he came to places like this.Most times I stayed in the car while he ordered takeout or entertained important people inside. Looking back now
Laura's POVI left the mansion the next morning without looking for Quinn.Without asking if he was home.Without caring.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.The memory of last night kept trying to crawl back into my head.The award ceremony.The kiss.The look on his face afterward.The silence.I shoved all of it away.I wasn't doing this again.I wasn't going to become another woman waiting around for a man who couldn't decide what he wanted.I'd already survived Hemsworth.That was enough emotional damage for one lifetime.The SUV rolled toward the studio while my guards occupied every available space around me.One sat beside me.Another drove.The remaining two followed in the vehicle behind us.The moment we arrived at the studio, the usual whispers started.People glanced at me.Then at my guards.Then quickly looked away.Like I was carrying some contagious disease.I ignored them.At this point, it was practically background noise.I headed toward wardrobe to get
Laura's POVThe moment Quinn said he needed some fresh air, I knew something was wrong.He had that look on his face again.The one that made everyone around him nervous.The one that usually appeared right before he tore somebody apart with words sharp enough to leave permanent scars.The ballroom behind us buzzed with laughter, music, and clinking glasses as we stepped outside into the cool evening air.The Goldbriggs venue was beautiful from the outside.Tall pillars.Golden lights.Expensive cars lined along the driveway.Everything looked elegant.Perfect.Yet Quinn looked anything but.His jaw was still tight.His shoulders still tense.His hands remained buried inside his pockets as he paced across the pavement.I followed him quietly.For a while, neither of us spoke.The silence stretched between us.One minute.Then another.Finally, I stopped walking and stared at him."Quinn."He kept pacing."Quinn."This time he glanced at me."What?"I frowned."You still look angry."
Quinn's POVWinning should have felt better than this.I stood surrounded by investors, executives, producers, and enough important people to fill three boardrooms, yet my attention kept drifting away from every conversation."Mr. Cardiff, congratulations.""Thank you.""We'd love to discuss a future partnership.""Of course.""You've got remarkable potential.""I appreciate that."The words came automatically.Polite.Professional.Practiced.But my eyes kept wandering around the ballroom.Searching for Laura. I needed to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't in some kind of danger and was calling out to me, when I was here slumped with people.When finally managed to break away from another group of investors who seemed determined to keep me trapped in conversations until sunrise.The second I looked toward our table, my stomach tightened.Laura wasn't there.I immediately scanned the room.The stage.The dance floor.The exits.Nothing at first then I found her.Near the bar.And
Quinn's POVIt was past twelve.And Laura still wasn't home.Past fucking twelve.At first, I told myself not to overreact, not to read too much into what was happening.Set could run late.Scenes could take longer than expected.It happened.But then ten minutes became thirty.Thirty becam
Laura's POVI didn't expect to enjoy the drive home.That was the strange part.For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn't sitting in silence with my thoughts attackingme from every direction.I wasn't thinking about Hemsworth.I wasn't thinking about Quinn.Well, not completely
Laura's POVI thought I hated Hemsworth.And I did.I hated the way he made me feel like I was some kind of inconvenience he had to deal with. Likemy emotions were too much, my expectations were too high, and my existence was somethinghe tolerated instead of valued.He had a way of making e
Laura's POVMy feet stopped halfway down the stairs.The closer I got to the entrance, the heavier my chest felt.Something was wrong.I could feel it.Maybe it was because my life had suddenly become a collection of impossible situations, but mymind immediately jumped to the worst conclusio







