Three years ago, on the eve of marrying the sole heir of the Laurent family, Calliope disappeared. Seraphina took her sister Calliope’s place and married Dante. After three years of endless arguments with Dante, Seraphina had enough and decided to divorce him. A year later, under the name Sylvaine, she established a perfume studio in Romantia. Yet, Dante couldn’t shake the feeling that this unfamiliar woman before him bore an uncanny resemblance to his wife…
Lihat lebih banyakSeraphina’s POVWhen we finished treating the wound and walked out of the rest room, the silence in the office was more severe than any chaos we faced.The aftermath wasn’t just visible in the overturned chairs or shattered glass—it was written across every face, etched deep in the eyes of people who had poured their time, energy, and hearts into this place.I could feel it pressing down on all of us like a weight no one knew how to carry.No one said a word.Some stood frozen near their desks, others tried to straighten what was left of the mess, their movements mechanical—empty.Lucy stepped forward, her voice soft but steady, “Hey… we’re still standing. That counts for something, right?”Her smile was faint, but real.“It’s okay,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.“After this incident, the studio needs to tidy up again. These days, everyone has been busy preparing for the release of new products for quite some time. I will give everyone three days off. Everyone go back and
Seraphina’s POVPain shot through my arm like a white-hot blade.I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to cry out.My assistant’s hand gripped my elbow tightly, her support the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the cold marble floor of the studio’s lobby.“Careful,” she whispered, her voice trembling against the storm breaking around us.I backed away, breath caught in my throat.On such an important day today, such a change has occurred.The arrival of these intruders may not be a coincidence.My hand trembled slightly due to the pain in my arm.I gritted my teeth and took advantage of the chaos to send a message to Everett.Then I turned slightly, just enough to catch the chaos unfolding.The sharp click of heels against polished stone echoed as Ms. Jan—stepped forward, her dark eyes narrowed in quiet authority.“What is going on here?” she asked, her tone simply precise.The intruders—three of them, all men with sun-weathered faces and the roughness of labor etched into
Seraphina’s POVThe scent of lavender lingered in the warm air of my apartment, blending with the faint sweetness of jasmine and the earthy undertone of freshly crushed rose petals.Sunlight slanted through the wide bay windows, casting dappled patterns across the wooden counter where I worked, hands deep in the delicate process of extracting raw materials from petals and herbs.This was my sanctuary.Here, I was free to breathe, create, and lose myself in the artistry of fragrance.I leaned in to examine the blend I’d just concocted—a mix of tuberose and vetiver, subtle and feminine with a streak of something bold.This is my latest developed product - Her.Recently, it has consumed all of my thinking and time.A soft chime pulled me from my work.My laptop screen, resting on the desk beside the worktable, lit up with a new email notification.I wiped my hands on a linen cloth and walked over.The message was warm and vibrant:"Dear Sylvaine,It’s a pleasure to finally connect. I’ve
Calliope’s POVThe bar was cloaked in dim lighting, the kind that masked sins and made lies sound like promises.Amber-hued chandeliers hung low, casting sultry glows over velvet-lined booths. The air was thick with cigar smoke and perfume, mingling with the low hum of jazz and clinking glasses.I sat at the marble bar, legs crossed, a crystal wine glass was gently swaying between the fingers.Eyes followed me, men drawn like moths to a flame, unable to look away.I liked it that way.Power wasn’t just worn; it was played, savored.Tonight, I wore a crimson silk dress, the plunging neckline daring and unapologetic. My heels clicked against the floor like punctuation marks to every silent sentence those men dared not speak aloud. The bold red of my lips, perfectly matched to the dress, stood in contrast to the cool detachment in my gaze.Beside me, Druson·Laurent swirled his drink with a lazy wrist, his ice clinking softly.He looked sharp—always did—his ash-gray suit tailored, his gol
Dante’s POV “They turned us down again?”I leaned back on the leather chair and looked at York through the gold rimmed glasses frame.He stood at my desk, holding his phone, with a stiff posture and a dejected expression.“Yes, sir.” York hesitated, then nodded. “CHIHIRO Studio refused the offer. Again.”My brows knitted.“Did you mention who I am?” I asked, voice tightening, I put my right leg on the left one, my pointed black shoes shining in the bright office light.“Of course. I told them we are LLC Group, but…they said they’ve found a new partner.” York added quickly, he looked uneasy, even avoiding eye contact with me.The atmosphere in the office is suffocating with silence.I sat motionless, the ticking of the wall clock growing louder in my ears.My fingers tapped once against the desk.CHIHIRO Studio.What are they really up to?“Dante…”York glanced at me, he ventured, voice low. “I think you might have offended them before?”This made me ponder.I’d never crossed paths wit
Seraphina’s POV The persistent ringing of the phone felt out of place, it sliced through the quiet like a jagged blade, gnawing at my nerves.I stared at the screen— something about it, a gut feeling maybe, made my breath catch in my throat.Across from me, Everett's face turned gloomy. He walked up and reached out his hand to my assistant Lucie.“I’ll answer.”I shook my head, stepping forward, stopping him.“He’ll recognize your voice.”I turned to Lucie, who stood uncertainly near the desk, her hands trembling with nervousness as they clutched her phone.“You answer. Put it on speaker.” I said.Her eyes widened. “Me?”“Yes. Just… keep calm.” I told her.She nodded, hesitantly accepting the call. The device trembled slightly in her grip, and I could hear the subtle quiver in her breath as she put it on speaker.“Hello?”“Is this Sylvaine?”Dante’s voice.Even after a year apart, the sound of it sent a jolt straight through me—deep, magnetic, and as arrogant as ever.I signaled Luci
Seraphina’s POV Everett's usually calm face was full of unease - his chin tightened, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows were deep enough to cast shadows in the dim hallway lights.I frowned slightly and waved my assistant to leave.“He’s just here to discuss a project.”My hands slipped into the pockets of my white lab coat, trying to anchor myself in the fabric’s familiar feel.Everett’s eyes narrowed.“Dante will do anything to achieve his goals, Sera. You know better than anyone what kind of person he is. If Calliope said something to him, you—”“Everett,”I patted his arm, hoping the gesture was enough to calm him.“Relax. You’re overthinking this. He has nothing to do with me anymore. I am Seraphina, Sylvaine, no matter which name it is, he has never seen me. He doesn't know that Calliope and I are twins, so he won't know about my existence either.”This sentence came out of the mouth with a bitter taste like medicine.I still remember Dante's pale and handsome face in the che
Seraphina’s POV The air in Romantia tasted like flowers and freedom.One year had passed since I’d left Blancréaux behind, exchanging cold boardrooms and towering glass offices for cobbled streets, ivy-covered villas, and endless fields of lavender that swayed beneath the golden sun. Here in this quaint little city, where romance lingered like a soft perfume, I had built something beautiful—Created a shelter under the name Sylvaine, far from the noise of numbers and never-ending deals. Here, they only know the perfume designer Sylvaine and never learn of Seraphina.CHIHIRO Scent Studios is my dream brought to life— standing in the heart of this city。 Glass-paneled walls, rustic interiors, and shelves lined with vials, herbs, and flowers of every color.The scent of roses, sandalwood, and citrus hung in the air, sweet but not overpowering—our latest creation, ‘Urban Forest,’ still diffusing into every corner of the lab.But even in paradise, reality had a way of catching up.I stepp
Seraphina’s POV “What do you want?”My throat tightened.Calliope stepped forward. Her eyes shone with a malicious glint.“You claimed that three years ago,” she began, voice syrupy-smooth, “circumstances forced you to marry Dante and take my place as the Laurent family’s daughter-in-law, right? “Then you should know—” she smiled, razor-edged “—that title was never meant to be yours.”Her words sliced through the air, clean and cruel.I stood still, caught somewhere between frustration and dread.Calliope—the girl I’d shared a womb with, the one I once protected like my own shadow—felt like a stranger now.We were born into chaos.Robin Town didn’t have proper medical care back then, and our mother had nearly died giving birth to us.Calliope arrived hours after me, smaller, weaker—a consequence of that turmoil. Maybe that was why, even though we are twins, it led us to totally different personalities.I was the strong one, the dependable one. She became the adored one. Delicate. I
Seraphina’s POV “What is this? Expired canned sardines?” Dante’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusing.My heart skipped a beat.“Calliope, you’ve been married to me for three years, and you still don’t know I’m allergic to nuts and seafood? Tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?”Dante, my husband, dressed in a tailored English suit, sat at the jasmine-covered dining table, looking as commanding as ever. He never allowed anyone to contradict him—not even me, his wife.I froze, my fingers gripping the edge of my apron as if it could shield me from the storm boiling in front of me.“Dante, it was just—a mistake. I'm sorry, I—” I started, my tone careful, almost pleading, but he cut me off before I could explain.“Just a mistake?” he sneered. “No, Calliope, it’s neglect. Carelessness. I come home after a long day, and this is what you serve me?”His voice carried the cold authority of a boss berating an incompetent employee.“It’s not j...
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