تسجيل الدخولVincent"I didn't mean it that way!"Ronan's voice followed me, but I didn't stop walking. My grip tightened around the doorknob for a brief second before I forced myself to let go. I had already exhausted myself with anger, grief, and the desperate hope that refused to die. I didn't have the strength for another argument."Just get the car ready. Let's leave."My voice came out flat, almost emotionless, yet it carried enough weight for Ronan to know I wasn't asking.He lowered his head with a defeated sigh. "Yes, Boss."Neither of us spoke after we got into the car. I leaned my head against the window and watched the city blur past, but I wasn't really seeing any of it. My thoughts had drifted somewhere else.Five long years had passed since Nyelle left me, yet I still hadn't managed to sleep through a single night.Every time exhaustion finally dragged me into unconsciousness, the same nightmare found me. I would see her standing a few steps away, smiling so softly that my heart wou
Vincent Five Years Later..."Mr. Vincent hasn't smiled once since I started working here five years ago."The young employee lowered her voice as she sorted through the stack of files in her hands, stealing a nervous glance toward the CEO's office at the end of the hallway. Even from where she stood, the atmosphere surrounding that office felt heavy enough to make it difficult to breathe."Why would he?" another employee replied quietly. "His wife died five years ago. I heard it was tragic. She used to be his secretary before...""Shhh!" a third employee interrupted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "Do you want to get fired? Stop talking about Madam Nyelle. Mr. Hale hates hearing anyone gossip about her. He's fired so many employees because of it."The hallway fell into an uneasy silence. Then came the unmistakable sound of polished shoes striking the marble floor.Step. Step. Step.Every employee turned around at once.My expression remained unreadable a
Vincent"What... what do you mean by that?"The words barely escaped my lips. My voice cracked so badly I almost didn't recognize it as my own. I stared at Ronan, refusing to blink, refusing to believe what I thought I'd just heard. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, each beat louder than the one before, as though my body was already preparing itself for a pain it knew I couldn't survive.Ronan's lips trembled. He tried to speak, stopped, then swallowed hard. His eyes were red, and he couldn't even look at me for more than a second before lowering his head again."I... I got the call from Mr. and Mrs. Vale," he said quietly, his voice thick with grief. "Madam Nyelle... she passed away during the surgery. It happened... two days ago."For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Everything around me disappeared.The doctors. The machines. The hospital room.Nothing existed except those words echoing inside my head over and over again.She passed away."No..."I shook my head immedia
VincentFive days later...The first thing I heard was the steady beeping of a heart monitor. It echoed through the room, slow and rhythmic, pulling me out of the darkness one painful breath at a time. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and every inch of my body throbbed as though I'd been run over by a truck. I forced my eyes open anyway, blinking against the bright hospital lights until the blurry figures around me slowly came into focus. Doctors surrounded my bed, speaking over one another as they checked the machines beside me. One flashed a light into my eyes while another held up two fingers."Mr. Hale, can you see this? How many fingers am I holding up?"Before I could answer, Ronan's relieved voice broke through the room."He's awake! Boss is finally awake!"Within seconds, more doctors gathered around me, checking my pulse and asking questions, but none of their voices registered. None of it mattered. There was only one person I wanted to see.Ignoring the sharp pain that ripp
NyelleMr. and Mrs. Vale stared at me in silence.The air inside the hospital corridor felt unbearably heavy. Mrs. Vale's hands shook violently as tears continued to stream down her face. She looked at me, then at her husband, as if desperately hoping one of us would take the decision away from her.But no one spoke.Finally, she shut her eyes, took a shaky breath, and nodded."...Fine," she whispered, her voice breaking. "We'll do it."I didn't say another word.Together, we left the hospital and drove straight to the police station.The moment we stepped inside, the officers brought Cassia out after reviewing the evidence. She still wore the same expensive clothes she'd been arrested in, but the confidence she'd always carried was nowhere to be seen. The second she saw Mr. and Mrs. Vale standing beside me, a relieved smile appeared on her face."Mom!" she called happily. "Dad! Thank goodness you're here. Tell them this is all a misunderstanding. Tell them to let me go."Neither of t
NyelleMrs. Vale stood frozen, her tear-filled eyes searching my face as though she were afraid I would disappear if she blinked. The shock of hearing my voice still lingered in her expression, but slowly, that shock gave way to something far more painful, guilt.I lowered my eyes, the memories rushing back before I slowly gathered the courage to speak.After the accident with Cassia, they had wanted to send me back to the orphanage. I couldn't bear the thought of going back there. I'd already been abandoned many times, taken away, brought into a family that never truly accepted me, and now I was about to be abandoned all over again. I was terrified that if I returned, no one would ever come for me again.So I made a choice.I pretended to be mute.I became quiet, fragile, and obedient, hoping they would pity me enough to let me stay. When everyone blamed me for Cassia's accident, I never defended myself. I simply accepted every accusation because I was afraid that if I spoke, they'd
Nyelle “Come meet me at the usual spot.” The moment Nico said those words through the video call, my chest tightened unexpectedly. It had been five years since I stepped anywhere near the racing station. Five whole years since I touched a bike, smelled gasoline in the air, or felt the kind of
NyelleHis words left me slightly shaken, but I refused to let it show on my face. The masked man stood directly in front of me with his arms folded across his chest while his sharp eyes studied me carefully, almost like he was trying to figure out whether I was brave or simply losing my mind.Mayb
Nyelle“What kind of game are you playing right now?” Vincent’s voice came out in a harsh whisper, but the anger inside it still made my chest tighten painfully.His jaw flexed hard as he stared down at the words on my iPad like they personally offended him. The veins along his neck stood out sharp
Nyelle“It’s been five years… and I hate to admit it, but I’ve always loved you…”Vincent’s voice froze me the second I stepped into the dark living room.My fingers tightened around the small cake box in my hands while my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Rose petals were scattered across the







