LOGIN(ARIELLE'S POV) They say graduation is a milestone. Personally, I think they just want an excuse to make six-year-olds wear polyester caps and parents panic over gift baskets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself while burning my fingers on the tiny iron-on badge that said “Class of the Yea
The words barely left my lips before the tears did—slipping down my cheeks faster than I could stop them. Jared stood quickly, his hand reaching for my face. “Why are you crying?” I laughed—choked and shaky. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My fingers trembled as I tried to wave it off
(ARIELLE’S POV) The celebration downstairs had barely ended when the crowd began to surge. Voices surrounded me—some calling my name with admiration, others offering business cards, invitations, flattery. Reporters waved microphones; investors hinted at million-dollar offers. Somewhere, someone
He approached her side quietly. "You look comfortable being the brightest star in the room, Miss Meyers," he murmured. She rolled her eyes, amused. "Don’t start. I already got three reporters asking if I’m the future Mrs. Smith. What’s funny is—I could’ve just said yes. I mean, technically, I am M
(AUTHOR'S POV) Another year had passed. Jared wasn’t the only one who forgot everything quickly. The whole world did the same thing. Just over a year ago, Jared Smith was still the unshakable CEO of the Smith Group—a name that once carried weight in every financial headline and luxury gala invita
(JARED'S POV) In the days that followed, I no longer recognized anyone or anything. There was just a feeling of emptiness and numbness that hung deeply inside of me. But there was a particular pretty woman who always visited. I wake up to find her in my room most mornings, and most nights she sits
(ARIELLE’S POV) "Can we talk?" Dwayne's deep voice came through the phone. I paused for a moment, before responding, "Sure." "I don't mean at your place. At a restaurant or somewhere outdoors." "That's fine," I responded. "Alright, I'll come pick you up in two hours." "Alright," I said, and th
I missed Arielle so much it hurt, a constant ache that never went away. But I couldn’t admit it, couldn’t confess to myself that she wasn’t coming back. Not now, maybe not ever. And forgiveness? That was just another dream I couldn’t let myself believe in.And with that, I walked off. (SOFIA’S POV
Mr Stone shared his story with me, a sad expression clouding his once smiley face. "After the fire accident, I suffered a major setback. I had to sell my properties and the restaurant land to get this place," he said, gesturing to the cafe. "I'm sorry," I said, genuinely sad. Ashley had told me ab
We soon hit the road, my restaurant site, our next call. On arrival, I inspected the work process. The construction crew was working diligently and right. Satisfied with the work pace and the job done, I had no complaints. Back in the car, Ashley asked, "Next stop, lunch with Rebecca, right?"I no







