In the charming town of Snowfall Valley, Selina Everhart’s heart once overflowed with Christmas joy. But after a devastating breakup and the loss of her mother, the holiday season became a painful reminder of all she had lost. When her best friend Celine convinces her to design the town’s Winter Wonderland, Selina reluctantly agrees, hoping to honor her mother’s memory. But everything changes when Sebastian Frost, a quiet architect with a mysterious past, enters her life. As their connection deepens, Selina learns that Sebastian’s past is tied to the tragedy that shattered her world. Tensions rise when her ex-fiancé, Victor, returns to win her back, and Selina is forced to confront her unresolved feelings for both men. Just as her heart begins to heal, a shocking revelation leaves her questioning everything. With the magic of Christmas around them, Selina and Sebastian must navigate betrayal, secrets, and a love that could either save or destroy them. Will Selina rediscover her belief in love and the holiday season—or will her heart remain lost forever?
View MoreThe scent of garlic and herbs hits me first, teasing my senses and dragging me out of the warm haze of sleep. My stomach rumbles in response, and I can’t help but smile. It’s the kind of hunger that only the smell of comfort food can provoke. Like my body knew it was time to wake up and eat. It takes a moment to remember where I am. My house. And now, I’m lying here like a potato, tangled in the blanket.I pull myself up, fixing my hair from my face as I stand and walk toward the kitchen. Celine is singing along to some random playlist, stirring something on the stove with way more focus than someone cooking for just two people should have.“You know, you’re starting to get pretty good at this,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, grinning. “I didn’t realize you had a hidden talent for cooking.”She turns, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” She flips the spatula in the air dramatically and catches it. “You’re lucky I’m here. You’d starve
I wake up to the sound of leaves rustling outside the tent, the morning light filtering through the trees. I blink a few times, still half asleep, and then I realize I’m not alone.Sebastian is lying next to me, his arm draped casually over my waist. His dark hair is messy, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths as he sleeps beside me. The warmth of his body against mine makes everything feel so peaceful. I allow myself to just stay there, not moving, enjoying the feeling of being close to him.His face, still relaxed in sleep, holds an expression of quiet contentment that I haven’t seen before. He looks softer, more vulnerable, and it makes my heart skip a beat in a way I wasn’t expecting.I gently shift, careful not to wake him, and try to pull the blanket up a little more around me. But as I move, my action must disturb him because he stirs, blinking his eyes open slowly. His eyes meets mine immediately. He doesn’t say anything, just studying me like he’s trying to memorize
Selina's POVI never imagined I’d find myself on a camping trip. Honestly, when Sebastian had first mentioned it, I thought it was one of his quirky ideas. I pictured a secluded forest with damp, uncomfortable tents, the sound of crickets in the air, and mosquitoes buzzing in my ear. But here we are, in a cozy little camping spot, the evening sky already deepening into a starry night as the last silver of sunset fades behind the trees.Celine is already setting up the campfire, her laughter filling the air. She has brought marshmallows and hot dogs, which, of course, are her idea of gourmet camping food. She pulls them out of her cooler, practically beaming with excitement as she hands them over.I can’t help but laugh. There’s something about her joy that makes these simple foods feel like the best thing ever.“Hey, you two! Help me with the firewood!” Celine calls out, waving a stick in her hand like she’s wielding a sword. “Or I’ll burn everything down myself!”“Don’t tempt me,” I
Sebastian's POVIt’s funny, really, how much a few words can change everything.I keep thinking about the last time Selina and I were together, that night I confessed to her, how I felt, how much she mattered. It’s been lingering in my mind ever since. I could still hear her voice in my head, soft but unsure, as she processed everything. She wasn’t ready for it, I could tell, but somehow, I wasn’t scared. Not like I used to be when it came to emotions. The truth is, being around her felt different. There was something about her, her kindness, her strength, the way she made everything seems so real that made me want to take the risk.I don’t know what I expected after that night, but certainly not this. This easy bond between us, this quiet understanding that’s formed without either of us needing to try too hard. I catch myself smiling at little things now. Like the way she looks at me when she’s lost in thought, or how she scrunches her nose when she’s trying not to laugh at something
The tension from the bakery is still hanging over me like a thick fog. The moment Victor’s words replay in mind, the past seems to linger heavily on me, and the question that had plagued me for so long—what now?—lingers like a haunting whisper.So, here I am, sitting beside Sebastian in his car, the engine purring softly as we cruise down the winding roads of Snowfall Valley. The sky is a muted grey, with clouds rolling in, but for some reason, I feel like the open road is the only thing that’s offering me some form of escape.This is the morning after everything that’s happened. The confrontation with Victor, the unexpected bombshell he dropped, and the emotional whirlwind that followed. Sebastian must have known that I needed space to clear my mind, because he suggested a road trip, a chance to get away from the chaos and breathe.I glance over at him, his eyes focused on the road. He’s quiet, but there’s an unspoken understanding between us. He gets it.Beside me, Celine looks out
Selina's POVI stand there, frozen. My eyes are fixed on Victor, my ex-boyfriend. The one man who broke my heart so many years ago. His presence in my bakery feels like a cruel twist of fate, one I never saw coming. The silence between us is thick, the burden of the past pressing down on me like an unshakable shadow.Victor, standing by the counter, just casually dropped the bombshell. He’s one of the key players behind the town’s new development project. He’s been part of the plan that could wipe away my mother’s legacy, the bakery, off the map. Every word he says hits me like a blow straight to the core, but I can’t bring myself to react. My mind is numb, too stunned to make sense of it all.I should be angry. I should scream at him, demand answers. But instead, I just stand there, completely at a loss for what to do, what to feel. What’s worse? The pain he caused me years ago, or the betrayal I feel now? I can’t tell. It’s as though all the hurt, the years of healing, come rushing
Victor's POVI stood outside Everhart Bakery, just a few feet away from the door. My thoughts were consumed by the sight of the bakery. The place where it all started, and where it all ended. I thought I could just walk in, talk to Selina, tell her I had returned. But something kept me rooted to the spot.The old familiar ache stirred in me as I watched her through the window.She wasn’t alone.I saw her when she collided with someone. I wanted to help Selina since she was covered in flour, but I couldn’t find the strength to go up to her.I watched her laugh at something the man beside her said, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm presence that contrasted with the warmth radiating from Selina. A gentle warmth in his eyes made something stir within me.Sebastian Frost. The architect. I knew who he was. The town’s golden boy. The guy who looked like he had it all together. Snowfall Valley is so small that it's easy to recognize people, espe
I push the door open to Everhart Bakery, the familiar bell above jingling softly. The warm, comforting scent of freshly baked pastries fills the air, but it does little to calm the tightness in my chest. The knot that’s been growing ever since I read Celine’s text last night: “We need to talk. It’s urgent.”I glance around and spot her at the back, sitting at a corner table. Her hands are wrapped around a coffee cup, her fingers tapping anxiously. She doesn’t see me yet, so I take a moment to collect myself.I take a deep breath before walking over and sitting down. “Celine,” I start, trying to sound steady, but I can already feel my heart racing. “What’s going on? You said it was urgent.”She looks up at me, her eyes heavy with something I can't quite place. She hesitates before speaking, and that makes my heart pound even harder. “It’s about this bakery,” she says quietly, like she’s afraid someone might overhear.The words hit me like a slap. “What about it?” I manage, trying not t
The snowflakes fall around us, each one drifting softly, like they don’t have a care in the world. I watch them for a moment, lost in the quiet. The night feels cold, but not in the way I expected. There’s warmth here, not from the air but from Sebastian standing beside me. His presence feels solid, like he’s not just here physically, but really with me, in a way that makes everything else fade.We’re walking through the forest, and I’m still trying to figure out why he brought me here. It wasn’t a question of whether I felt safe with him. Because I did. It’s just that everything felt like it was shifting so fast. One moment, we’re at odds, and the next, I find myself walking hand-in-hand with him on a snowy path, heading to God knows where.The clearing comes into view. I wasn’t prepared for this. The space feels like something out of a winter dream. Fairy lights twinkling in the trees, casting soft shadows across the snow. The air is filled with the smell of pine and wood smoke, and
Selina's POVThe morning air of Snowfall Valley bites at my skin, but I don't have time to notice the chill. I hurry to my car parked beside the bakery, trying not to slip on the icy sidewalk. Snow is falling heavily, blanketing the town in white. It should look magical, like something out of a holiday postcard. But for me, it doesn’t feel that way. Not this year.Snowfall Valley was a postcard-perfect town tucked into a valley that seemed to hold its breath every winter. The streets are lined with charming shops, their windows glowing warmly with twinkling lights and festive displays. But as I stand beside my car, one hand resting on the door, a wave of isolation settles over me, like the cold is seeping into my bones, reminding me how alone I really am.The holiday magic should feel like home, like it used to. But now, it’s just a reminder of the life I’ve lost, the joy I can’t seem to find again. Every snowflake that falls feels like another piece of my world drifting further away....
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