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 more“Thanks for walking me home,” I mumble, feeling weirdly awkward.He glances at me, probably surprised that I’ve said anything at all. “No problem. I wasn’t going to leave you out here in the rain.”I don’t say anything to that. Of course, he wasn’t. It’s just who he is, right? The knight in shining armor who always swoops in to save the day. But sometimes I wonder if it’s all some act for him, something he does to make himself feel better. Like helping me is more about proving something to himself than actually caring.The rain’s coming down harder as we get to my house. I can feel him about to say something, but I don’t wait for it. I just turn and start heading to the door, my hands slippery from the rain as I dig through my bag for my keys. The cold rain’s soaking me, but at least it makes it easier to ignore how tense things are between us. Behind me, I hear him follow.“Selina, wait.” I turn around. He’s standing a few steps away. “Let me at least walk you to the door.”I sigh, t
Selina's POV“I know you’re still angry at me. But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret just because you’re angry. And… I miss you.”Miss me? He’s the reason I’m in this mess. He’s the reason my mother’s gone. And he misses me? What am I supposed to do with that?I want to delete the text, but I stop myself. Instead, I shove the phone back into my pocket and keep walking.The bakery feels empty when I get there. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The sunlight streaming through the windows is enough. I sit behind the counter, staring at the same spot on the floor where my mom used to stand, kneading dough with her usual determined expression.I’m not sure how long I sit there, when Celine suddenly arrived.“You look like hell,” she says, her heels clicking against the tile as she walks in. She heads to the counter and grabs two cups. “I’ll make us some coffee,” she says casually, already getting the machine going. “You need it.”I take the cup, wrapping my hands around it. She si
Sebastian's POVI can’t stop staring at her as she walks away.We were at her mother’s grave when I told her everything. I thought it made sense—the right place, the right time. I explained how it all happened, why I kept it from her for so long. But she left me standing there. Her words hit me like a slap: I don’t know if I can forgive you.I wanted to give her space. I really tried. But I couldn’t. The thought of her out there, hurting, alone? Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening. So, like the idiot I am, I followed her.She didn’t notice. She had too much on her mind, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She went straight to a bar. A freaking bar.I parked a few blocks away, debating whether I should leave or… I don’t know, go in and drag her out. But I stayed put. I mean, I get it. I knew she needed space, time to think, to process everything. And I wanted to respect that. She needed to clear her head. But the thought of her in there, surrounded by strangers, maybe drowning in everything I
The lake is just as I remember it—calm and quiet. This was our spot back then, where we’d come to talk about everything or nothing at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Funny how it still feels the same, even when everything else has changed.I see Victor before he sees me. He’s sitting on the bench, leaning forward with his hands clasped. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for him. Then I remember, he left me.“Selina,” he says, standing up as I approach.“Victor.” I stop few feet away, crossing my arms. “You’re early.”He shrugs. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He motion toward the bench. “Can we sit?”I nod. He sits at the other end, leaving a careful gap between us.“So,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “Enlighten me.”He sighs. “I was… overwhelmed, Selina. Your mom had just passed, and you were going through so much. I didn’t know how to help you. And then, watching you pour everything into the bakery… seeing how strong you were…”I cut him off. “Strong? I wa
Selina's POVMy body feels heavy and my head aches. My mouth tastes like I’ve been licking old coins. I blink a few times, trying to clear my head.I squint around the room, then my eyes land on the bedside table. There’s a note folded up neatly. It’s Victor’s handwriting. I don’t remember when he left it there, but it’s the last thing I expected to see today. I grab it, already feeling a little bit of panic setting in.I stare at the note for a minute. That’s it? No big explanation, no apology with some sort of feeling behind it, just… this? I mean, I knew things were off, but I wasn’t expecting this. Not like this.What happened last night? How did I end up back in my bed? Did Victor put me here? I can’t remember. My brain is a complete mess, and now I’m left with this stupid note. I left food in the fridge. Great. He thinks I’m just going to heat up some food and pretend everything’s fine?I drop the note back on the table and grab my phone. There’s a text from Sebastian.Good morn
Victor's POVI help Selina into the car. I keep my arm around her waist, guiding her carefully to the passenger seat. She doesn’t say a word, not since I pulled her out of the bar. It’s like holding a fragile piece of glass, afraid I’ll shatter her if I do anything wrong. She’s too drunk. I need to get her home. I need her to be safe.I slam the car door and get in. She stares out the window, her face pale, eyes glossed over. I can’t stand the silence.“You okay?” I ask.Nothing. Not a word. Her shoulders tense slightly, and I know she heard me, but she doesn’t respond.I grip the steering wheel harder. The words I’ve been holding in since I first came back, since I started this mess, are sitting like stones in my chest. But they’re not for now. Not while she’s like this.“Selina,” I try again, glancing at her. “I’m taking you home. Then I’m going to get you something to eat, alright? You need it.”Still no response. She doesn’t look at me. I don’t think she even hears me.I drive in s
“A whiskey,” I rasp.The bartender doesn’t ask questions, just nods and pours the drink, as if he knows exactly what I need. I grip the glass tightly when he slides it over to me, my fingers trembling as I take the first sip.I can’t stop thinking about what Sebastian said. I squeeze my eyes shut and take another drink, desperate to wash away the flood of emotions crashing against me. But it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.I find myself leaning against the counter, watching the amber liquid swirl in my glass. How did I end up here? A bar, of all places. My mind is numb, and yet it’s still racing, chasing the aftermath of Sebastian’s truth like a wave I can’t outrun.The bartender notices my silence but doesn’t push. Instead, he sets down a napkin in front of me, giving me space, letting me drown in my thoughts. I’m grateful for that.I take another gulp, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat. This is the only place I can think of—just to escape, even if it’s just for tonight.I st
I stand in the quiet cemetery, waiting for Sebastian. I hear footsteps crunching on the snow, and then I see him. He’s here.I stand up from my mother’s grave, my legs unsteady. I want to say something, but the words seem to fail me. He stops a few feet away from me.“Selina…” he says. He’s nervous. I can see it now. He’s always been so controlled, so put-together. But now, he looks like he’s about to shatter.I glance at the grave, my mother’s resting place, then back at him. “This is my mom. You can talk to her, you know,” I say. “I’ve been doing it for a year. She always listens.”Sebastian blinks, clearly caught off guard. He swallows, then take a slow step forward. “You… want me to? Talk to her?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s what I do when everything’s too much. I don’t know why, but somehow, it helps.”He hesitates, looking down at my mother’s grave before looking at me. There’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable. I’ve never see him like this. I don’t know what he’s going to
Selina's POVI’m so tired. The kind of tired where your body feels like it’s on autopilot, moving and working, but your mind still racing a thousand miles ahead. I’ve been fixing decorations at the Winter Wonderland project all day yesterday, pulling lights that just won’t hang right, tying bows that keep coming undone. Everything feels like it’s falling apart in my hands, and I’m too exhausted to care.I should be happy. I’m doing something for the town. The project should be exciting. It should remind me of how I once loved Christmas, how I used to look forward to everything that came with it. But instead, I feel… lost.A deep sigh escapes my lips as I look at the work ahead of me. I need a break. I need to breathe. The more I try to hold it all together, the further I slip.I walk past the trees that line the cemetery. The air smells like pine and snow, a little cold, a little refreshing. It’s peaceful here. Too peaceful, almost. But it’s the kind of quiet I need right now. The kin
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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