LOGINCeliaI used to believe Elara was temporary.She had appeared out of nowhere, married a man no one knew much about, and somehow found herself tangled with the Valmont family. It was only a matter of time before she disappeared from our lives.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.Lately, that lie has become harder to believe.Every time Elara stepped into Grandfather’s house, something shifted.He smiled more. He laughed more. The atmosphere in the house felt… lighter.And Louis…Louis had changed.I noticed it long before anyone else would have.At first, I convinced myself he was only pretending. Grandfather had made it painfully clear that he approved of Elara, so naturally Louis would play along if it meant repairing their fractured relationship.That explanation satisfied me.Until it didn’t.Now, whenever Elara visited, Louis quietly pulled out her chair before anyone else could.He poured her tea without being asked.He made sure she had eaten.Small things.Insignificant
Elara The days that followed settled into an unexpected routine.Every few afternoons, I found myself back at Mr. Valmont’s house. Every visit was almost the same. Tea.Stories.Laughter.And Louis. Only… Not the Louis I used to know. The first time I noticed it, I convinced myself it was a coincidence. I had been reaching for the teapot when he quietly stood first. “I’ll pour it.” Before I could protest, he had already filled my cup before serving his grandfather. The second time, he noticed I had skipped lunch after arriving straight from work. “You haven’t eaten.” “I’ll eat later.” “No.” He disappeared into the kitchen before returning with a plate his grandfather had insisted be prepared. “You always forget when you’re busy.” His words froze me. Months ago, he would barely notice whether I’d eaten at all. Now… He remembered. It felt strange. Not comforting. Not satisfying. Just… Late. His grandfather noticed every small change. One afternoon, after Louis carried
ElaraI woke up tangled in unfamiliar sheets with sunlight spilling softly across the room.For one peaceful second, I forgot everything.Then I remembered.My confession.The words I had blurted out without thinking.The way Alistair had looked at me afterward.And the way he had dismissed it so effortlessly.I stared at the ceiling, letting out a slow breath.I had spent half the night convincing myself that it didn’t matter. Maybe he had ignored it because he didn’t want to embarrass me. Maybe he simply didn’t know how to respond.None of those explanations made the disappointment hurt any less. I rolled onto my side.Alistair was already awake, standing near the windows with his phone pressed to his ear. His expression was unreadable, his voice calm and controlled as always.He glanced at me.Our eyes met.A small smile appeared on his lips.“Morning.”“Morning.”That was all.No mention of last night. No awkwardness.No conversation about the confession that had been replaying in
Elara I didn’t look back after Louis drove away.There was no point. The moment the black sedan pulled up outside my apartment building, I already knew who had sent it. Only one person would arrange something so unnecessarily dramatic without offering a single explanation. Alistair. The chauffeur opened the rear door for me. “Miss Elara.” I thanked him quietly and slipped into the car. The door closed with a soft click, shutting out the noise of the street. As the city drifted past the tinted windows, my thoughts refused to settle. Grandpa Valmont’s hopeful smile. The family album. His quiet wish that I would someday become part of their family. Louis’ silence during the drive home.Each memory tugged at me in a different direction. Yet none of them stayed in my mind for long. Because every road eventually led back to the same moment. “I love you.” Three words. Three impulsive words I hadn’t planned to say. Three words Alistair had calmly stepped around as though they
ElaraThe next morning, I stood outside the familiar gates of the Valmont estate with a strange heaviness in my chest.Grandpa Valmont request had echoed in my mind all night.Come alone.The words hadn’t sounded threatening. If anything, they had sounded… personal.The housekeeper welcomed me inside before leading me toward the sitting room, where the old man was already waiting.The moment he saw me, his face lit up.“My dear.”He slowly rose from his chair, opening his arms.I smiled and embraced him carefully.“It’s so good to see you looking stronger.”“And it’s because stubborn people like you refused to give up on me.”I laughed softly.“I only visited.”“You did much more than visit.”He motioned for me to sit beside him.“When everyone else was busy discussing business, inheritance, and appearances, you simply asked whether I had eaten.”His voice carried quiet gratitude.“I’ll never forget that.”A familiar ache settled inside me.“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”“Oh,
ElaraI woke to the faint warmth of morning sunlight spilling through the curtains and the steady rhythm of Alistair’s breathing beside me.For one blissfully quiet moment, I forgot everything.Then last night’s conversation came rushing back.My impulsive confession.His unreadable expression.The way he had simply brushed past it, steering the conversation elsewhere as though I hadn’t exposed one of the most vulnerable parts of myself.It should have embarrassed me.Instead, it left me confused.If he had rejected me, at least I would have understood where we stood. If he had accepted what I said, that would have been terrifying in an entirely different way.But pretending it had never happened?That somehow hurt more.I studied him while he was still asleep, wondering if he truly meant to ignore it forever or if he simply wasn’t ready to confront whatever existed between us.When he finally opened his eyes, there wasn’t even a trace of awkwardness.“Morning.”His voice was calm.Norm
ELARABy the time I reached the hospital, the glittering lights of the gala felt like they belonged to another world.The sterile scent of antiseptic replaced expensive perfume, and the quiet hum of medical equipment drowned out the memory of music and applause.As I stepped out of the elevator, I
ElaraThe ballroom slowly quieted as the host returned to the stage.His smile carried the kind of confidence that only rich people and men holding expensive secrets seemed to possess.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced smoothly, “we will now present tonight’s featured artwork.”The lights dimmed
ElaraThe ride home from the hospital should have drained me completely, but somehow, I felt strangely alive.Emotionally exhausted…Absolutely.The second I walked into Denise’s apartment, she narrowed her eyes at me from the couch where she was eating chips straight from the bag.“That look,” she
ELARAThe moment I stepped into my room, I stopped short.Denise was already sitting on the edge of my bed like she had been waiting for me the entire time.I narrowed my eyes immediately. “You’re unbelievable.”She shrugged without shame. “I know.”I closed the door behind me slowly, already knowi







