登入ANABEL’S POV "This feels a bit too tight,” I said, turning slightly to the side in front of Chloe’s full-length mirror and tugging uselessly at the fabric clinging to my ribs. After a lot of back and forth over the past several days, Chloe had turned out to be right about one thing, at least. Neither of us actually owned anything even close to appropriate for the kind of event I was about to walk into, nothing that matched the level of formality people attending the Black Tier Gala would apparently be dressed in. Renting had ended up being the only realistic option once we’d both accepted that buying something outright simply wasn’t in my budget. Well, technically, Chloe had done the actual renting, which explained a great deal about why I currently found myself squeezed into the most revealing gown out of every option we’d looked at online. If it had been entirely up to me, I would have picked something considerably more modest, something that didn’t feel quite this much like a se
ANABEL’S POV The week that followed felt different in ways I hadn’t fully anticipated when I first walked out of Dmitri’s office that day. I’d told myself, lying awake that night and turning the whole situation over in my head, that I simply needed some distance to process everything, that a little professional distance made sense given how much had just been upended. What I hadn’t expected was how naturally that distance would settle into place once I actually returned to work, or how easily it seemed to reshape the entire dynamic between us without me ever fully deciding to let it. It started small. I stopped lingering near the lobby the way I used to on my way in each morning, no longer glancing around out of some quiet hope that I might run into him before my shift officially started. I took the stairs down to the records office instead of the elevator whenever I could manage it, telling myself it was simply good exercise, nothing more deliberate than that, even though some part
ANABEL’S POVI glanced at the clock on my nightstand, the glowing numbers reading just past one in the morning, and let out a slow, frustrated breath. Just like the night before, sleep wasn’t coming easily, though tonight the reason keeping my eyes open felt entirely different from whatever had kept me tossing and turning last time.I rolled onto my side, staring blankly at the wall, still turning over everything I’d learned earlier that day. Dmitri. The chairman. I still hadn’t fully processed it, and every time I thought I’d finally settled into some version of acceptance, a fresh wave of something closer to anger rose in its place, uninvited.I didn’t fully understand why I felt angry, not at first. It wasn’t like he’d lied to me, not exactly. He’d simply never told me, and there was a difference, technically, even if it didn’t feel like much of one right now. But the more I lay there thinking it through, rolling from one side of the bed to the other in search of some position that
DMITRI’S POV"Well, I don’t just go around telling everyone I meet that I’m the chairman. If I did that, everyone would know who I am. So, once again, I’m sorry,” I said, the words coming out simpler than I’d actually planned, though I still meant them. “For not telling you sooner. I know that’s not much of an explanation, but I do mean it.” Even as I said it, some part of me recognized how strange the apology probably sounded coming from someone she barely knew. We weren’t close, not really, not yet. A handful of conversations, an elevator ride, one embarrassing night at a lounge she probably still cringed thinking about. There was no real obligation between us that required this kind of apology, and yet I found myself offering it anyway because withholding something this significant from her, even briefly, had sat uncomfortably with me since the moment I’d decided to keep it quiet. I’d genuinely expected more of a reaction from her, if I was honest with myself. Anger, maybe. Some
ANABEL’S POV I slowly raised my head, half convinced my mind was playing some cruel trick on me, that I’d simply misheard something in the silence of that enormous office, and my exhausted, overworked brain was filling in the blanks with a voice I already knew. But as I lifted my gaze fully, there he was, unmistakably real, stepping out of the bathroom in a plain hoodie and shorts, a pair of slippers on his feet. He walked toward me with the same easy, unbothered casualness he always seemed to carry, no matter where I ran into him. Hold on. What was he even doing here, in this office of all places, dressed like he’d just rolled out of bed instead of stepping into a meeting? “Dmitri?” I said, straightening up immediately, my voice coming out far more startled than I’d intended. “I don’t understand. What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes darting between him and the empty chair he’d apparently been sitting in only minutes ago, my mind racing to catch up with what my eyes were s
ANABEL’S POV I adjusted my skirt for what had to be the third or fourth time, standing just outside the chairman’s office door, my hands smoothing down fabric that hadn’t actually wrinkled at all. It was straight, uncreased, perfectly fine, and yet some restless part of my brain kept insisting I check it again anyway, as though fidgeting with something I could actually control might distract me from everything I couldn’t. I’d barely slept the night before, if I was being honest with myself. I’d spent hours running through every possible version of this meeting in my head until the early hours of the morning, and none of them had actually prepared me for the reality of standing here now, my palms slightly damp and my heart beating faster than a routine meeting ever should. I kept telling myself this was probably nothing, just some standard formality every new hire eventually went through. But if that were true, I couldn’t explain why my whole body had felt like it was bracing for th
ANABEL’S POVMy fingers trembled over the laptop as I looked at the screen, still trying to convince myself there had to be another explanation for what I was seeing. Maybe I misunderstood something. Maybe my mind was twisting everything because of what happened last night. But the more I went th
ANABEL’S POVA low groan pulled me out of sleep.At first, I thought I was dreaming. My eyes stayed closed while I turned on the bed, reaching for Miles out of habit.The sheets beside me were cold.I frowned and opened my eyes. The other side of the bed was empty.The digital clock beside me read
ANABEL’S POVI woke up the next morning emotionally exhausted.The moment I opened my eyes, reality settled over me again. Cierra remained in the house. Miles was still avoiding me. And somehow everything that had happened over the past few days still seemed impossible to process even after everyth
ANABEL’S POV~ Four Days Later ~The atmosphere inside the church felt heavy the moment I stepped in.Soft instrumental music drifted through the speakers while low whispers spread across the room, as though people were afraid to speak too loudly around death.Everyone was dressed in black, their f







