All Chapters of When All Of Me Chose You: She Forgot, He Remembered: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

ALEXANDERIn the middle of the night, a private Boeing helicopter descended onto the rooftop of New York’s tallest residential tower. The blades sliced through the silence, stirring the cold air into sharp gusts that swept across the glass skyline.As the door slid open, I stepped out.The wind tugged at my coat, but I didn’t pause. My suit, tailored by a designer, fit like a second skin. I adjusted the cuffs and looked around—calm and in control. From this height, the city didn’t just look small; it looked like it belonged to me. Cars were scattered toys, and people flickered like tiny sparks. This building is mine.I live on the top floor, where no one else dares to dream. The penthouse is called The Statement—not just for its name, but because that’s what it is. It tells the world who I am without me saying a word.Inside, the lights flickered on as I walked in. Glass walls wrapped the space, offering an endless view of the sleepless city. I stood for a moment, silent, watching the

ALYONAWe headed downtown, bundled in our jackets, with a strange sense of purpose in our steps. Olivia walked a few steps ahead, already on the phone. The way she spoke—with so much confidence, switching between laughter and serious tone—it felt like she was talking to someone important. Maybe a stylist? Or a designer?Ivy and I exchanged looks but didn’t ask. When Olivia was in her zone, we just followed. She always had a way of making things happen.“But before anything,” Olivia said, slipping her phone into her pocket, “We need to buy a bottle of expensive wine.”Ivy blinked and I raised a brow. We’d come this far, and something about Olivia’s excitement made it impossible not to trust her.As we walked, Olivia turned to us with a sparkle in her eyes. “Okay, girls, here are the rules we need to follow.”“Rules?” Ivy asked cautiously.“Yeah. First question—best country?”“America—my home,” Ivy answered proudly.“Nope. Wrong.” Olivia grinned. “It’s Italy. Always say Italy.”She didn

ALYONAWe breathed out together, but the relief was short-lived. Now came the part none of us were ready for. I turned and shot Olivia and Ivy a deadly glare. One lie will lead to a thousand more. My mom’s voice echoed in my head like a warning bell. And here I was—living proof of that wisdom. Shawn, completely unaware of the inner chaos, smiled and extended his hand toward me. “Shall we?”With legs that felt like jelly, I nodded and let him lead the way. My eyes darted toward the man Ivy had randomly pointed at—the same man who had already caught my attention once. From a distance, everything looked beautiful—the glimmering chandelier, the soft golden lighting, the music, the laughter echoing across the room. But inside me, it was storming.What if he got angry? What if he had come with someone else? What if this whole thing went horribly wrong?He was still sitting there, facing away, talking to another man beside him. I glanced back once—Olivia and Ivy stood behind a tall vase, che

ALYONAThe world dropped away, and the music faded. The floor beneath my feet vanished like mist. All I could feel were his lips against mine—warm, soft, yet unmistakably certain. The subtle taste of champagne lingered between us. My fingers slipped into his curls without thought, threading through them like I’d done it a hundred times before.He didn’t pull away.In fact… he kissed me back, not out of shock or politeness, but with fire.The same fire that had taken root in my chest from the moment our eyes met. A heat that built between us with every second. At first, the kiss was soft—uncertain, even. But within moments, it deepened into something else… something rich and plum-sweet, something I’d only ever read about in books but never felt.His hand slid around my waist, fingers tightening like he didn’t want to let go. His lips moved against mine—not gently, but with purpose. He wanted to burn this moment into his memory like he already had.It wasn’t innocent, safe, but teasing,