LOGINThe silence in the car on the way to Miami International was heavy. I sat stiffly, watching the Florida palms blur past, but my mind was already three hours ahead, landing in a city that felt like a ghost story.
My hands, resting on my lap, were cold and slick with sweat.
Jovan noticed. He reached over, sliding his hand into mine and squeezing gently.
"Your hands are like ice," he murmured. "Still nervous?"
I looked at him, searching his calm, olive-toned face. I t
POV: EvelynThe Uber ride from the airport had taken nearly ninety minutes. Manhattan rush hour was a beast that didn’t care about my schedule or my fraying nerves.As the car finally turned into a quiet, tree-lined street on the Upper East Side, the late afternoon sun began to dip, casting a long, amber glow over the limestone townhouses.I sat up straighter, my chest tightening as I looked out the window.This wasn't just a neighborhood. It was a fortress of old money.The buildings here were imposing—ornate stonework, private security guards standing like statues near polished brass doors, and rows of sleek black SUVs idling at the curbs.I knew Jovan came from money, but seeing the physical reality of his world felt like a cold weight in my stomach."Jovan… is this where you grew up?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Born and raised," he answered casually, checking his watch. He didn't seem to notice the way my fingers
The silence in the car on the way to Miami International was heavy. I sat stiffly, watching the Florida palms blur past, but my mind was already three hours ahead, landing in a city that felt like a ghost story.My hands, resting on my lap, were cold and slick with sweat.Jovan noticed. He reached over, sliding his hand into mine and squeezing gently."Your hands are like ice," he murmured. "Still nervous?"I looked at him, searching his calm, olive-toned face. I took a long, jagged breath."Honestly? Yeah. It’s not just your parents, Jovan. It’s… New York."I swallowed hard, my voice betraying me with a slight quiver."The last time I was there, I was running away. I left with my life in pieces. That city is full of shadows for me. I’m terrified that the moment I step off that plane, all those old memories—Archer, the betrayal—they’re just going to swallow me whole again."Jovan nodded slowly. He lifted my hand to his lips, pr
POV: Evelyn ReeveA month has passed, and the rhythm at Meridian Miami has finally shifted into something resembling peace. The dust from the scandal—the whispers, the sidelong glances in the breakroom—has finally settled. It’s been replaced by the hum of productivity and the kind of genuine warmth I never thought I’d find in a corporate office again.I stood at my desk, sliding a few personal items into my handbag. I’d already logged off, my files neatly organized for Maya to take over while I was gone."Are you sure a week is enough?" Maya asked, swiveling her chair toward me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll get used to the city again and turn this into a permanent 'wedding leave.'"I let out a soft laugh, though my heart gave a sharp, nervous thud.The plan to move to London was still a secret—a heavy, golden weight shared only between me, Jovan, and Damian Vale. To Maya and Stella, we were just taking a standard we
POV: Jovan BradfordThe Miami heat usually lingers long after the sun dips below the Atlantic, but tonight, the fire was under my skin. Adrenaline surged through my veins, a frantic, electric pulse that made sleep feel like a distant, impossible concept.I had just dropped Evelyn off. The promise we’d made—the new life I’d practically swore on my soul to give her—burned in the back of my throat.I didn't waste a second. I threw my keys onto the marble counter of my apartment and grabbed my phone. It was late, past nine, but time zones were just numbers when your future was on the line. Kendrick and Noelle were probably mid-transit or just touching down.I found Kendrick Beckham’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovered over the call button for a heartbeat.Don’t be too late. Please, don't tell me they gave that London desk to some Ivy League shark already.I pressed dial.Ring... Ring...I paced the length of my living room, the
"You are my future, Evelyn!"His voice cracked like a whip, sharp and commanding. He stood up, closing the distance between us in two strides. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip firm but careful."Listen to me. Careers are replaceable. Money is just numbers. But seeing you heal, seeing you actually smile again like you did yesterday... that’s everything. I’m not being a martyr. I’m being a man who knows what’s actually worth keeping.""That's exactly why it’s wrong!" I snapped back, a tear escaping. "You think I can be happy knowing you sacrificed your soul for my comfort? No, Jovan. I’ll spend every day feeling like a weight around your neck. I’ll feel like the person who clipped your wings.""I have never, not for one second, seen you as a weight.""Then prove it!" I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze burning through the tears. "Love is about building something together, not one person shrinking so the other can grow. If you stop flying because o
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe digital clock on the corner of my monitor flickered. 4:45 p.m.In the Meridian Miami building, this was the hour of the exodus. The sound of rolling chairs and the rhythmic thrum of the elevator became the soundtrack of freedom for everyone else. For me, it was a countdown.Every second felt like a heavy stone being added to a pile in my chest.I spent the afternoon playing a role. I laughed when Maya made a snarky comment about a difficult client. I nodded when Stella talked about her weekend plans in the Keys. I even managed a convincing smile every time Jovan walked past my desk or sent a quick text asking if I’d had enough water.On the surface, I was the picture of corporate composure.Underneath the desk, my heels were drumming a frantic rhythm against the carpet. My mind was a storm of jagged thoughts—revolving around a declined email and a brilliant future in London that Jovan had just set on fire.For me
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe roar of the Miami rain against the metal awning was deafening. It wasn't just a drizzle; it was a tropical deluge, the kind that turned the neon lights of South Beach into blurred streaks of neon pink and electric blue.The wind kicked up, spraying a cold mist
Sienna scoffed, the sound dripping with contempt at my silence. She didn't care that I was drowning; she just cared that I wasn't being a "useful" partner. She wasn't Evelyn. Evelyn would have asked what was wrong. Evelyn would have stayed.Sienna marched toward the bathroom, her heels cli
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe Florida sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Meridian Miami building, cutting sharp, geometric shapes across my desk. It had been two days since that lunch in South Beach, but the hum of the office felt different today—heavier, faster.I sta
The engine roared, tires screaming as I swerved across two lanes and slammed on the brakes right in front of her.Sienna jumped back, her face draining of color the moment she recognized the car. The door flew open, and I stepped out, my breath coming in jagged, uneven stabs."Arche







