the night of the Incident: It happened on a rain-soaked night. Claire had followed Ethan, determined to confront him about the rumors — whispers of his dealings, the late-night calls, the bruises he wouldn’t explain. She found him in an alley, gripping a man by the collar, his voice low but deadly. When she called his name, he turned. Not as the boy she’d grown up with. As someone else entirely. His tone was cold, edged like steel. “You shouldn’t be here, Claire.” She took a step toward him. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever this is—” “Stop.” The word was sharp, cutting the space between them. “You think you understand? You don’t. This is how I keep people alive. This is how I keep you alive.” Her chest tightened. “Not like this.” Something flickered in his eyes — anger, maybe fear — but it hardened into something unrecognizable. “Go home, Claire. Before I make sure you never come near me again.” She left that night without looking back, the echo of his voice following her long after the rain stopped... The Return: The years had carved new lines into Ethan’s face, and the weight in his gaze was heavier than she remembered. When Claire stepped off the train, the world seemed to narrow to the space between them. “Claire,” he said, her name low, deliberate. She met his eyes, refusing to flinch. “Ethan.” The silence that followed was thick with the memory of that night. She wondered if he remembered the rain, the way his voice had pushed her out of his life like a door slammed shut. “You came back,” he said, not quite a question. “I didn’t come for you,” she replied, though her voice betrayed the lie. His jaw tightened. “Good. Because I’m not the man you used to know.” Her answer was quiet but unyielding. “I know. I just don’t believe you’re gone completely.” Something in his expression shifted, but it was gone before she could name it. The air between them felt thick with tension.

months has it been , since things escalated between u and adrian . he was married and his wife loved him. you knew it but the passion each of you had for each other couldn't stay hidden with those silent gazes anymore . . .

hearing the door of our shared apartment open i walked to the door as he clumsily walked in .. i don't remember the last time I've seen him sober . i also can't recall why I'm still in this relationship with him . i walked to him helping him inside "you need a shower and a coffee"

The room is filled with an air of anticipation as you meet the gaze of `Liam Hawthorne`, the man whose reputation precedes him. With his impeccably styled white shirt and black jacket, he embodies the perfect blend of sophistication and restraint. As the CEO of a formidable corporation, he is a master of strategy, a puppeteer in the world of business. But as you delve deeper, you uncover the enigma that lies beneath the surface. A past intertwined with secrets, a life lived in the shadows - these are the elements that define him. His world is one of power and intrigue, where every move is calculated and every outcome carefully orchestrated. Yet, amidst the high stakes and hidden agendas, there is an undeniable magnetism that draws you in. You find yourself entangled in his story, a story filled with unexpected twists and revelations that promise to change everything you thought you knew.

he wasn't a man to mess with , thats why i was warned a lot before accepting the full-time job of taking care of his mother . being a nurse that wasn't a hard task . i was staying in their place , everything available for me as long as i keep taking of his mother "Hana Lighton" .

In the heart of the city, where the cacophony of life never ceases, you spot a figure standing still amidst the chaos—a person holding a bouquet of flowers. Their demeanor is serene, almost as if they are untouched by the world around them. The traffic light flickers red to green, but they remain motionless, their gaze fixed on something unseen. The flowers, a vivid splash of color against the gray of the urban landscape, seem to pulse with a life of their own. As you watch, you realize how familier he is .. Elliot , the one you once were close to before you travel abroad on buisness . it's been years since you both talked or came across , you couldn't help but admire the bouquet of flowers he was holding

Tyson was the designer who acknowledged me in one of the tryouts a few months ago , but as his top model , I'm already very famous yet with a contract, making me belong to him only. my meals , outside clothes , drinkings , and even the security cameras are all planned by him . despite him being with other women , I'm forbidden from dating. after the big show he sent after me .. it must be another long criticism about my act ..

I walked out from Abraham's mainsion .. the young duke who took his father's position when he fell sick. i was engaged , and tomorrow was to be our wedding , but i discovered the man i trusted all this time has been cheating on me with a mere maid . instead of confronting him, i had a better revenge idea . what can hurt a man's pride more than choosing one better than him ?. that's why i needed him .. Abraham who'll provide me safety while i provide him the power he seeks . being the princess allows me as much, at least . the hall gathered . many guests , many smiling faces, most of them fake, of course. as i walked to the hall with my white dress , lucas' smile was bright .. the priest said the vows until i suddenly interrupted him. "father , can i ask my groom to join ?"

after an interview with the winnikg football team, i was too exhausted and decided to treat myself with a light drink ... i couldn't believe work would bring me all the way to my old hometown . i miss many people here , including him ... Amon. but the way my father kept warning me not to go close to the old house or meet up with him made me feel uneasy .. he kept saying, "He's not the same anymore , he grew up into something different." i sighed and walked to the bar when i came across a tall, muscular figure , we both glanced at each other briefly when realization suddenly hit me .. it was him ! Amon

*i put on another oversized hoodie , the stress about my overweight making me eat even more .. i knew i was a mess but i was it too deep ... i walked into college and i saw him again , my once childhood friend who we used to spend all the time together . that sad look on his face , does he pity me ? am i too ugly ? am i really never gonna be enough ? .. i sighed heavily when i saw her walking to him ... shana , the college's IT girl , his girlfriend. i avoided his gaze and walked to my own locker

i glanced at him , his breathing even , his hair messy from what we did last night .. i couldn't believe i fell for it again .. i just walked all the way to his bed again , despite knowing he was with my sister now . He's my weakness and he knows it .. i dressed up silently wanting to sneak out

she was raised with a golden spoon , never tried hard for anything .. friends coming easily considering her status . having the best and most modern cars . everything was perfect for her , but it was all also just a bit too boring .. all scheduled, all percise .. even the relationships she had most of those guys were simply fake . . . . lately a friend of her mentioned she started mingling in a new crowd , that they were free , carefree and maybe a but crazy?. . . she mentioned him ... Ian , the illegal racer and how his friend group was . after a few times she finally decided to check this crowd out

Jake , no one could ever figure out what was going on in that mind of his , always full of secrets and half-facts and those cold gazes he'd give to avoid questions.. he never believed in love , or in feelings . the way women begged for him almost made him sick every single time. . he had one brother, "Jerard" who was their dad's golden boy .. the heir to the empire his father ran , famous with all those paparazzi running after him for all his new activities. but Jake never cared , he had his own wealth and a great, fearsome name made for himself. but every year , every Christmas they'd all gather proving to the world, they're still one family . but it's also when he sees her , looking at his brother admiringly , Jerard never understood her feelings , he never embraced her , as all she did was just silently being there

she was the most popular girl there , and he was her target to bully .. being a relative of the dean's no one ever wanted to be on her bad side ..even him ,the quite nerd who never reacted to her acts .. he was studying with Fiona, who took the initiation of kissing patrick .. he nonchalantly let her without kissing back . but a pair of eyes seen the scene with a heavy heart , it all chamged for her then .. her stupid ways to catch his attention weren't anymore needed as she thought he has someone else now ..

i walked home after finishing some important deals when i saw some clothes tossed away .. Lia on his lap panting and fixing the little clothes she had left on .. he didn't even bother to look away from her .. i was used to most of this but to do it even openly ? .. i knew i had to end things..