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Ten years. Ten years I gave Viktor Volkov everything; my hands, my loyalty, my designs, my silence. When his father stepped in front of a moving truck to save my life and died on that pavement, I became his son's by debt. By duty. And somewhere along the way, by something far more dangerous than either. Love. Foolish, one-sided, ruinous love. Now the doors of the Volkov estate are closing behind me with the quiet finality of a verdict. No argument. No goodbye worth remembering. Just the click of a latch and the ghost of a matching tattoo Viktor had lasered off his wrist before she arrived Elara Conti, all silk and Italian marble, the woman he chose in the time it took me to stop pretending he ever saw me. He gutted my studio. Erased my name from every wall. Turned ten years into a footnote. What Viktor doesn't know is that I'm walking out of those gates carrying the one thing he can never erase. His. And I will burn this entire life to the ground before I let him find out.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've always known I'm not worthy of Claire. I hope you can understand."

In the glittering world of New York’s elite, Genevieve Vaughn once believed her marriage to billionaire Desmond Vaughn could become something real. Born from a scandal and sealed by family obligation, their union started as duty—but for a fleeting moment, it felt like love. Until the blame for their childless marriage slowly poisoned everything. Shunned by her husband and his powerful family, Genevieve watched Desmond grow cold and distant. Then came the ultimate betrayal: his pregnant mistress, Olive, whom he planned to install as his second wife. On what should have been their anniversary, Genevieve is banished from the lavish celebration while Desmond publicly claims Olive across town. Humiliated and heartbroken, she quietly erases every trace of herself from their mansion, ready to disappear forever. But when a relentless reporter corners her for a statement, Genevieve makes a shocking decision. In one calm, devastating sentence, she announces their divorce to the world—turning her pain into headlines. As the news explodes across the city, Desmond abandons his triumphant night and races home… only to find his wife gone. She walked away. And this time, she’s not looking back. You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn.

While packing Ethan's flight bag, I found a custom solo wings pin. The engraving on the back read: For Lark, to celebrate your first solo. Beneath the box sat the receipt for Skyler's flight school tuition, paid in full by Ethan, along with a photograph. In the photo, she was sitting in the pilot's seat. Ethan's gloved hand rested over hers on the control yoke. Seven years ago, I had sat in that same seat. Back then, I was one step away from my first solo flight, but Ethan talked me out of it again and again, always claiming it was "for my own good." He said flying was dangerous, that someone had to stay home and take care of things. I put down my logbook, pressed the wrinkles out of every one of his captain's uniforms, and spent seven years living by his flight schedule. Only now did I finally understand. It wasn't that he didn't want to take anyone flying. He just didn't want to take me. What made it even more absurd was that the night Skyler first flew through the clouds, I was alone in a hospital, losing our baby. I called him over a dozen times. At three in the morning, he finally called back, his voice flat and indifferent. "I just took Lark through the clouds. Next time something comes up, give me a heads-up." I put the wings pin back exactly where I found it, then pulled the crumpled ultrasound printout from the bottom of the drawer and tucked it inside the logbook that had been gathering dust for seven years. This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to look back. He convinced me to leave the pilot's seat, then turned around and put another woman in the sky. So I would leave him and take back the sky that had always been mine.

During a thunderstorm on the border, my fiancee, Eleanor Ashby, covers my retreat and falls down a cliff. The search and rescue team spends three months searching through flash floods without finding a trace of her. Everyone concludes she's dead. I refuse to give up and spend another two years looking for her. Eventually, I find her at a small clinic in a remote mountain village. But she's become the wife of the clinic's caregiver, Dylan Foster. That's when I learn she's lost her memory and fallen in love with someone else. In my previous life, I ignore her wishes and force a renowned neurosurgeon to use a high-risk treatment to restore her memories. The day her memories return, the man who has cared for and protected her for the past two years throws himself into the river in despair. Later, during an earthquake rescue mission, Eleanor and I are trapped beneath a collapsed mountainside. There's only one narrow escape route wide enough for one person. She forcibly pushes me out. Moments later, a second collapse buries her beneath a massive boulder. With her dying breath, she reaches through a crack in the rocks and grips my hand. She says in a hoarse voice, "Callum Pierce, these ten years we've spent together is repayment for the debt I owed you from the ten years before. We're even now. Neither of us owes the other anything anymore. "If there's a next life, don't let me remember the past. Please... let me be with him." Tears blur my vision. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I find Eleanor. This time, I choose to respect her decision and let go of the life she's forgotten.

It was stupid…stupid for him to think that money gives everything which was absolutely true. But, then will it give him love?Girls and Love were something far corner in his world and he had no time for them at all. His ego was something he kept in his heart and brain. But, when a girl entered his life with a slap, he only wanted to prove his egoistic side. He did everything to prove that to her. But, he miserably failed to know that she was precious.On the other hand, when she thought she had lost everything, he entered. But she failed to realize that it was his gameplay and would only lead to heartbreak and it did. After years of the tragedy he created, when she thought she was planning something in her life…he entered again.This time not to prove anything but to show her what her presence was meant to be for him and in what she was successful years ago. He knew he lost her but with a little faith, he was going to strive hard to go behind her and make her his again…only his.Would she be able to forgive him and would he himself be able to forgive him?His Lost Peace is created by Priya Amour, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.