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THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.
THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.
Penulis: ONYINYE

Chapter 1

Penulis: ONYINYE
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**The Proposal**

The grand chandeliers of the Cresswell Estate ballroom reflected a kaleidoscope of golden light, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. The music of a soft string quartet floated through the air, blending with the murmurs of elegantly dressed guests. Alexander Cain stood by the arched windows, his tall frame commanding attention despite his attempt to stay inconspicuous. With his sharp tailored suit and piercing gray eyes, he exuded power and control—traits that defined his rise to one of the wealthiest men in the country.

Tonight was supposed to be just another networking event, an opportunity to reaffirm alliances in his business empire. But the older man approaching him, Richard Hart, brought with him a proposition that would shift Alexander’s world in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.

“Alexander,” Richard began, his voice low and serious. “I believe we have an arrangement to discuss.”

Alexander turned, fixing the older man with his steely gaze. “I’m listening.”

Richard gestured toward the balcony, and the two men stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against them. Below, the city skyline glittered like a sea of stars—a stark contrast to the tension building between them.

“My family has been struggling,” Richard admitted, swallowing his pride. “Our business is on the verge of collapse. But I have a solution—one that benefits both of us.”

Alexander arched a brow. He wasn’t in the habit of offering charity, no matter the circumstances. “Go on.”

“My daughter, Emilia.”

The name hung in the air like a challenge. Alexander’s lips tightened.

“She’s intelligent, cultured, and capable of carrying the Cain legacy forward. A union between our families would stabilize my business and provide you with the kind of partner worthy of your empire.”

Alexander’s mind raced, analyzing the proposal with the precision of a master strategist. An arranged marriage? It sounded archaic, but in his world of cutthroat negotiations, it wasn’t unheard of. And yet, something about the idea grated against him—perhaps the thought of binding his life to a stranger, or maybe it was the unspoken desperation in Richard’s tone.

“And what does your daughter think of this arrangement?” Alexander asked coldly.

Richard hesitated. “She understands her duty.”

That answer was enough for Alexander. Duty was something he understood better than most. His entire life had been a series of calculated moves, sacrifices made for the greater good of his empire.

“I’ll consider it,” he said finally, his tone as indifferent as ever.

Emilia Hart sat in her modest studio apartment, her hands stained with paint as she put the finishing touches on her latest canvas. The vibrant hues of the sunset she was painting contrasted sharply with the heavy storm brewing in her heart.

Her father had called earlier, his voice filled with quiet determination as he outlined the arrangement. An arranged marriage to Alexander Cain—a man she’d never met but whose name was synonymous with power and wealth.

“You must understand, Emilia,” Richard had said. “This is our only chance. He’s not just a man; he’s a lifeline.”

Emilia had wanted to scream, to argue, but deep down, she knew she couldn’t. Her family’s business was more than just a livelihood—it was a legacy, a part of her father’s soul. And she couldn’t let him lose it.

Her mother’s portrait hung on the wall across from her, the woman’s kind eyes gazing back at her as if urging her to stay strong. Emilia sighed, setting down her brush and wiping her hands on a rag. Could she really do this? Marry a stranger, give up her dreams of independence and love, just to save her family?

A knock at the door startled her. She turned to find her best friend, Lily, standing there with two cups of coffee and a concerned expression.

“Tell me everything,” Lily demanded, plopping onto the worn couch.

Emilia explained, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and resignation.

“An arranged marriage? In this day and age?” Lily scoffed. “What century does your father think we’re living in?”

“It’s not about the century, Lily. It’s about survival,” Emilia replied. “And if marrying Alexander Cain is what it takes, then... I don’t have a choice.”

Lily grabbed her hand, her voice softening. “You always have a choice, Em. Just promise me one thing—don’t lose yourself in this.”

Emilia nodded, though the knot in her stomach remained.

The Cain Manor was an imposing structure, its towering pillars and sprawling gardens a testament to old-money elegance. Emilia stepped out of the sleek black car that had been sent for her, her heart pounding as she took in the grandeur.

A butler greeted her and led her through the vast hallways, his footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Finally, she was ushered into a library, where Alexander Cain stood by a roaring fireplace.

He turned as she entered, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of curiosity and detachment. Emilia felt a chill run down her spine.

“Miss Hart,” he said, his deep voice both commanding and impersonal.

“Mr. Cain,” she replied, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat this,” Alexander began. “This arrangement is a business transaction, nothing more. I don’t expect love or affection, only cooperation.”

His words stung, but Emilia squared her shoulders. “I never asked for love, Mr. Cain. But I won’t be a puppet, either.”

For the first time, a flicker of something—respect, perhaps—crossed Alexander’s face.

“Fair enough,” he said.

They discussed the terms of their arrangement, their words clinical and devoid of emotion. But beneath the surface, both were aware of the unspoken challenge each posed to the other.

As Emilia left the manor that evening, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just stepped onto a battlefield, one where the greatest stakes would be their hearts.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of preparations. Emilia’s simple life was upended as she was thrust into a world of wealth and power. Tailors, event planners, and lawyers paraded through her father’s home, ensuring every detail of the impending wedding was perfect.

Yet amidst the chaos, Emilia found herself drawn to the enigma that was Alexander Cain. Their conversations, though rare, revealed glimpses of a man far more complex than his cold exterior suggested. He was ruthless in business but surprisingly thoughtful in his personal interactions, as if he carried a weight no one else could see.

One evening, as they walked through the Cain estate gardens, Alexander surprised her by stopping at a secluded bench.

“My mother used to sit here,” he said quietly. “It was her favorite spot.”

Emilia looked at him, startled by the vulnerability in his voice. “What happened to her?”

“She died when I was twelve,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “Cancer.”

“I’m sorry,” Emilia said softly, her heart aching for the boy he must have been.

For the first time, Alexander smiled—not the calculated smile of a businessman, but a genuine, bittersweet expression.

“Thank you,” he said.

In that moment, something shifted between them. The walls they’d both built so carefully began to crack, and Emilia realized that beneath Alexander’s icy exterior lay a man who yearned for connection, even if he couldn’t admit it.

The wedding day arrived, a lavish affair that brought together the who’s who of high society. Emilia stood before the mirror in her bridal suite, her gown a masterpiece of silk and lace.

“You look stunning,” Lily said, her voice thick with emotion.

Emilia forced a smile. “Let’s hope he thinks so.”

But as she walked down the aisle and met Alexander’s gaze, she saw something in his eyes that took her breath away—something raw and unguarded, if only for a fleeting moment.

As they exchanged vows, Emilia couldn’t help but wonder: Could this marriage of convenience become something more? Or would their love story end before it even began?

The grand chandeliers of the Cresswell Estate ballroom reflected a kaleidoscope of golden light, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. The music of a soft string quartet floated through the air, blending with the murmurs of elegantly dressed guests. Alexander Cain stood by the arched windows, his tall frame commanding attention despite his attempt to stay inconspicuous. With his sharp tailored suit and piercing gray eyes, he exuded power and control—traits that defined his rise to one of the wealthiest men in the country.

Tonight was supposed to be just another networking event, an opportunity to reaffirm alliances in his business empire. But the older man approaching him, Richard Hart, brought with him a proposition that would shift Alexander’s world in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.

“Alexander,” Richard began, his voice low and serious. “I believe we have an arrangement to discuss.”

Alexander turned, fixing the older man with his steely gaze. “I’m listening.”

Richard gestured toward the balcony, and the two men stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against them. Below, the city skyline glittered like a sea of stars—a stark contrast to the tension building between them.

“My family has been struggling,” Richard admitted, swallowing his pride. “Our business is on the verge of collapse. But I have a solution—one that benefits both of us.”

Alexander arched a brow. He wasn’t in the habit of offering charity, no matter the circumstances. “Go on.”

“My daughter, Emilia.”

The name hung in the air like a challenge. Alexander’s lips tightened.

“She’s intelligent, cultured, and capable of carrying the Cain legacy forward. A union between our families would stabilize my business and provide you with the kind of partner worthy of your empire.”

Alexander’s mind raced, analyzing the proposal with the precision of a master strategist. An arranged marriage? It sounded archaic, but in his world of cutthroat negotiations, it wasn’t unheard of. And yet, something about the idea grated against him—perhaps the thought of binding his life to a stranger, or maybe it was the unspoken desperation in Richard’s tone.

“And what does your daughter think of this arrangement?” Alexander asked coldly.

Richard hesitated. “She understands her duty.”

That answer was enough for Alexander. Duty was something he understood better than most. His entire life had been a series of calculated moves, sacrifices made for the greater good of his empire.

“I’ll consider it,” he said finally, his tone as indifferent as ever.

Emilia Hart sat in her modest studio apartment, her hands stained with paint as she put the finishing touches on her latest canvas. The vibrant hues of the sunset she was painting contrasted sharply with the heavy storm brewing in her heart.

Her father had called earlier, his voice filled with quiet determination as he outlined the arrangement. An arranged marriage to Alexander Cain—a man she’d never met but whose name was synonymous with power and wealth.

“You must understand, Emilia,” Richard had said. “This is our only chance. He’s not just a man; he’s a lifeline.”

Emilia had wanted to scream, to argue, but deep down, she knew she couldn’t. Her family’s business was more than just a livelihood—it was a legacy, a part of her father’s soul. And she couldn’t let him lose it.

Her mother’s portrait hung on the wall across from her, the woman’s kind eyes gazing back at her as if urging her to stay strong. Emilia sighed, setting down her brush and wiping her hands on a rag. Could she really do this? Marry a stranger, give up her dreams of independence and love, just to save her family?

A knock at the door startled her. She turned to find her best friend, Lily, standing there with two cups of coffee and a concerned expression.

“Tell me everything,” Lily demanded, plopping onto the worn couch.

Emilia explained, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and resignation.

“An arranged marriage? In this day and age?” Lily scoffed. “What century does your father think we’re living in?”

“It’s not about the century, Lily. It’s about survival,” Emilia replied. “And if marrying Alexander Cain is what it takes, then... I don’t have a choice.”

Lily grabbed her hand, her voice softening. “You always have a choice, Em. Just promise me one thing—don’t lose yourself in this.”

Emilia nodded, though the knot in her stomach remained.

The Cain Manor was an imposing structure, its towering pillars and sprawling gardens a testament to old-money elegance. Emilia stepped out of the sleek black car that had been sent for her, her heart pounding as she took in the grandeur.

A butler greeted her and led her through the vast hallways, his footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Finally, she was ushered into a library, where Alexander Cain stood by a roaring fireplace.

He turned as she entered, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of curiosity and detachment. Emilia felt a chill run down her spine.

“Miss Hart,” he said, his deep voice both commanding and impersonal.

“Mr. Cain,” she replied, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat this,” Alexander began. “This arrangement is a business transaction, nothing more. I don’t expect love or affection, only cooperation.”

His words stung, but Emilia squared her shoulders. “I never asked for love, Mr. Cain. But I won’t be a puppet, either.”

For the first time, a flicker of something—respect, perhaps—crossed Alexander’s face.

“Fair enough,” he said.

They discussed the terms of their arrangement, their words clinical and devoid of emotion. But beneath the surface, both were aware of the unspoken challenge each posed to the other.

As Emilia left the manor that evening, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just stepped onto a battlefield, one where the greatest stakes would be their hearts.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of preparations. Tailors, event planners, and lawyers paraded through her father’s home, ensuring every detail of the impending wedding was perfect.

Yet amidst the chaos, Emilia found herself drawn to the enigma that was Alexander Cain. Their conversations, though rare, revealed glimpses of a man far more complex than his cold exterior suggested. He was ruthless in business but surprisingly thoughtful in his personal interactions, as if he carried a weight no one else could see.

One evening, as they walked through the Cain estate gardens, Alexander surprised her by stopping at a secluded bench.

“My mother used to sit here,” he said quietly. “It was her favorite spot.”

Emilia looked at him, startled by the vulnerability in his voice. “What happened to her?”

“She died when I was twelve,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “Cancer.”

“I’m sorry,” Emilia said softly, her heart aching for the boy he must have been.

For the first time, Alexander smiled—not the calculated smile of a businessman, but a genuine, bittersweet expression.

“Thank you,” he said.

In that moment, something shifted between them. The walls they’d both built so carefully began to crack, and Emilia realized that beneath Alexander’s icy exterior lay a man who yearned for connection, even if he couldn’t admit it.

And as their wedding day loomed, Emilia wondered if she could reach the man behind the mask—or if her heart would be the ultimate sacrifice.

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 2

    **The Marriage Contract**The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cain family’s private office, a luxurious space lined with mahogany bookshelves and an imposing desk at its center. Emilia sat stiffly in one of the leather chairs, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee, but it did little to calm her nerves.Across the desk sat Alexander Cain, as unreadable as ever. Dressed in a sharp gray suit that accentuated his commanding presence, he flipped through the pages of a document with the precision of a man accustomed to handling multi-million-dollar contracts. The marriage contract.Emilia’s heart thudded in her chest as she watched him. The reality of her situation was beginning to sink in. This wasn’t just a casual agreement or a symbolic gesture—it was a legally binding arrangement that would tie her to Alexander for life.“Everything is outlined here,” Alexander said, his voice steady as

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 3

    **A Fragile Dance**The Cain estate felt unusually quiet in the days following the signing ceremony. Emilia had expected a whirlwind of preparations leading up to the wedding, but instead, she found herself with more time to reflect than she’d anticipated. Alexander had become even more elusive, often disappearing into his office or taking calls that lasted hours.She spent her mornings sketching in the garden, her afternoons reading in the expansive library, and her evenings dining alone more often than not. She should have been relieved by the distance—it gave her a chance to breathe, to process the immense changes in her life. Yet, it gnawed at her that Alexander seemed content to keep her at arm’s length.One evening, as she wandered through the halls of the estate, she found herself outside Alexander’s office. Light spilled from under the door, and she could hear his voice, low and firm, punctuated by moments of silence. A part of her wanted to knock, to demand why he was so inte

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 4

    ** Cracks in the Armor**The days that followed were unusually quiet. Emilia threw herself into her art, often spending hours in the garden or her studio room, her hands busy but her mind restless. Alexander, meanwhile, had retreated into his work, disappearing for long hours into his office or heading out for meetings that stretched late into the night.It wasn’t tension that lingered between them now, but something undefined—an awareness, perhaps, of the moments they had shared recently. For Emilia, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether to leap or to retreat.One morning, as Emilia sketched a cluster of roses in the garden, she was startled by the sound of Alexander’s voice behind her.“They’re beautiful.”She turned to find him standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets. He was dressed casually for once, in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and there was a softness in his expression that caught her off guard.“Thank you,” she said, setti

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 5

    ** Shadows of the Past**The Cain estate stood silent under a canopy of stars, its vast hallways bathed in moonlight. Emilia lay awake in her suite, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The events of the evening—the tension between Alexander and Richardson, the weight of Alexander’s unspoken words—clung to her like a second skin.Alexander was a mystery she was only beginning to unravel, and the closer she got, the more questions seemed to arise. What secrets did he carry, and how much of them were tied to the man who had so boldly interrupted their moment on the terrace?Unable to sleep, Emilia pushed the covers back and slipped out of bed. The mansion was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a nearby grandfather clock. She wandered through the halls, her thoughts heavy, until she found herself outside Alexander’s office once more.Light spilled from beneath the door. Hesitating only briefly, she knocked softly.“Come in,” Alexander’s voice called, low and slightly weary.She open

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 6

    **The Price of Trust**The days following the meeting with Margaret Hawthorne were a strange blend of progress and tension. Emilia noticed how Alexander’s demeanor toward her had changed. He was no longer guarded in her presence, no longer keeping her at the edges of his world. Instead, he brought her closer, inviting her to his meetings, asking for her perspective, and including her in decisions that would have been unthinkable weeks ago.And yet, the vulnerability he had shown in the library—the admission that he didn’t know how to stop running—lingered in her mind. Trust was growing between them, but trust, Emilia knew, was fragile.It was during one of their now-regular morning breakfasts in the sunroom that the next challenge to their precarious bond arrived.“Elliot Richardson has made a move,” Alexander said, setting down the tablet he’d been scrolling through. His voice was calm, but Emilia could see the tightness in his jaw.“What kind of move?” she asked.“He’s leaked a stor

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 7

    **The Storm Returns**The days following their quiet victory over Richardson brought a calm Emilia hadn’t experienced since the engagement began. She and Alexander found themselves working together more often, slipping into a rhythm that felt surprisingly natural. Meetings, strategy sessions, and even simple dinners now carried an undercurrent of partnership, a mutual respect that had once felt impossible.But calm is fleeting in a world as ruthless as Alexander’s, and the storm that followed was one neither of them could have anticipated.It was a crisp morning when Emilia received the letter. She had been sketching in the garden, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when Charles, the butler, appeared with an envelope.“This arrived for you, Miss Hart,” he said, his tone neutral but his expression cautious.Emilia took the envelope, frowning as she examined it. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the weight of it felt ominous.“Thank you, Charles,” she said, waiting until he had lef

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 8

    **The Awakening**The progress Emilia and Alexander had made over the past few weeks felt like a steady light breaking through a long, stormy night. Their partnership had grown stronger, their counselor sessions illuminating corners of their relationship neither had dared to explore before. And yet, as the saying goes, the calm often precedes the storm.It began on a Friday afternoon when Alexander received a call that changed everything.Alexander was in his office, reviewing contracts, when his phone buzzed. He answered without looking at the screen.“This is Cain.”“Alexander, it’s Margaret,” came the voice on the other end. Her usually steady tone carried an edge of urgency.“Margaret,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “What can I do for you?”“There’s something you need to see,” she replied. “I’ve just received documents indicating Richardson has filed a formal complaint against your company with the business ethics board.”Alexander’s grip on the phone tightened. “On what gro

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 9

    ** Breaking Boundaries**The days following Richardson’s defeat were filled with an almost surreal peace. For the first time in months, Alexander and Emilia allowed themselves to breathe, to exist without the constant weight of impending doom. But in the stillness, both realized there were other battles they had yet to face—ones far more personal.Emilia was in the sunroom, tending to a small cluster of orchids she had been nurturing, when a knock echoed through the estate. Moments later, their butler appeared, his usually composed face lined with tension.“Madam, there’s a guest for Mr. Cain. A woman. She insists on speaking with him.”“Did she give her name?” Emilia asked, setting down her watering can.“She said it’s Celeste.”The name sent a chill through Emilia. She had heard the name once before in hushed tones—Alexander’s former flame, the woman who had broken his heart and shaped much of the guarded man he had become.“I’ll let him know,” Emilia said, masking her unease.When

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  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 161

    **A New Dawn**The villa was quieter now, the echoes of the past few hours settling into the walls like whispers. Sienna stood by the balcony, the ocean breeze caressing her skin as she watched the waves roll endlessly into the shore. The night was thick with emotions—memories rekindled, wounds reopened, and a hesitant hope blooming in the space between her and Ethan.She turned slightly at the sound of footsteps behind her. Ethan, now barefoot, moved with a kind of ease that both comforted and unnerved her. He had always been like that—steady and unshaken, even in the face of uncertainty. But tonight, there was something different in his eyes. Not just longing, not just patience, but an unwavering determination.“I was thinking about our first trip to Italy,” he said, stepping up beside her.She smiled, though it was tinged with nostalgia. “The one where you got us lost in Venice?”Ethan chuckled. “I prefer to think of it as an adventure.”“You refused to ask for directions,” she rem

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 160

    **Beneath the Moonlit Sky**The soft sand crunched beneath their feet as Sienna and Ethan walked along the shore, the waves licking at their toes. The night was calm, the sky a vast canvas of stars, and the only sound was the distant hum of the ocean. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and something faintly floral, a reminder of the tropical paradise surrounding them.Sienna stole a glance at Ethan. He looked relaxed, his face illuminated by the moon’s glow, a quiet serenity settling over his features. It was a stark contrast to the man she had once known—the one always running, always searching for something beyond his reach.“Do you ever regret it?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Walking away?”Ethan’s steps slowed, his hand tightening around hers for just a moment before he stopped altogether. He turned to face her, his blue eyes full of something she couldn’t quite place.“I regret hurting you,” he admitted. “I regret the way I handled things. But walking away?

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 159

    **A Night of Unspoken Promises** The air between them carried an unspoken weight, a fragile balance between past wounds and the lingering hope of something new. Sienna stood on the balcony, her hands gripping the cool iron railing as she stared out at the endless stretch of ocean. The waves crashed below, whispering secrets only the night could understand. Ethan had finished cleaning up inside. He stepped onto the balcony and leaned against the railing beside her, his presence grounding yet uncertain. They had spent the evening dancing around the past, acknowledging the pain but not quite sure how to move forward. Now, the silence between them was no longer uncomfortable; it was filled with something deeper. “You’re lost in thought again,” Ethan observed, his voice gentle. Sienna let out a quiet laugh. “It’s a habit.” “Maybe it’s time to break it.” She turned to him, studying his profile in the moonlight. His jawline was strong, his eyes searching, filled with something she coul

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 158

    **A Night of Unspoken Promises**The night stretched on, filled with unspoken emotions and lingering touches. Sienna lay beside Ethan, her gaze tracing the moonlit patterns on the ceiling. The sound of the waves outside was steady, rhythmic—an unchanging force in a world where everything else felt uncertain.Ethan lay on his side, watching her, his fingers gently tracing circles on the back of her hand. "You’re still thinking too much."She let out a soft chuckle. "I thought you liked that about me."He smiled. "I do. But not when it keeps you from enjoying the moment."Sienna turned her head to meet his gaze. "This... us. It’s not easy, Ethan."His expression softened. "I know." He squeezed her hand. "But I also know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t worth it."She swallowed, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. How had they ended up here? After all the years of distance, the pain, the heartbreak—how had they found their way back?Ethan brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Tell

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 157

    **A Step Closer**Sienna and Ethan stood on the balcony, the night air cool against their skin. The waves crashed below, a rhythmic symphony that matched the unsteady beat of Sienna’s heart. She had spent so long running from this—running from him—but here they were, standing together under the stars.The moment stretched between them, delicate and uncertain. Ethan’s fingers brushed against hers, the smallest of touches, but it sent a shiver up her spine. He had always been able to unravel her with the simplest of gestures.“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the wind. “I’ll wait for as long as you need, Sienna.”She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to where their hands rested on the railing. “And what if I never figure it out?” she whispered. “What if I can’t let go of the past?”Ethan exhaled softly, stepping just a fraction closer. “Then I’ll still be here.”The sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. It would be so easy to believe him, to let h

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 156

    ** Waiting for Tomorrow** Sienna leaned against the balcony railing, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she watched the waves crash against the shore. The rhythmic sound was soothing, a steady beat against the uncertainty still lingering in her heart. Inside, she could hear Ethan moving around, cleaning up the remnants of their dinner. She should have insisted on helping, but a part of her knew this was his way of showing he was here—that he wasn’t running from the difficult conversations anymore. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. This night had gone differently than she had expected. She had braced herself for tension, for awkward silences, for another moment where they tiptoed around the truth. But Ethan had surprised her. He hadn’t pushed. He hadn’t demanded anything. He had simply been there, patient and unwavering. The sound of footsteps behind her made her open her eyes. She turned slightly as Ethan stepped onto the balcony, hands tucked into his pockets.

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 155

    **A Dance with the Past**The night stretched endlessly, the quiet hum of the ocean a soothing melody beneath the stars. Sienna remained on the balcony, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the cool stone railing as she watched the moonlight shimmer over the waves.Inside, she could hear Ethan moving about, the soft clink of dishes and running water as he cleaned up their forgotten dinner. A small smile played on her lips at the thought—Ethan, ever persistent, ever patient.She exhaled slowly, her thoughts tangled between the past and the present. Tonight had been a step forward, a moment carved out of time where she allowed herself to just be—to feel, without the weight of everything that had come before. But could she trust it? Could she trust him?Ethan’s words echoed in her mind. I won’t walk away this time.She wanted to believe that more than anything.The balcony doors opened with a soft creak, and she turned just as Ethan stepped out, a fresh glass of wine in his hand. He h

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 154

    **A New Beginning**The night deepened, the soft hum of the ocean filling the quiet villa. Outside, the moon cast silver streaks across the water, shimmering like scattered diamonds. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, lingering between Sienna and Ethan like the last traces of a fading storm.They had spoken of the past, of regrets, of the time they had lost. But now, as the dinner plates sat forgotten on the table and their wine glasses remained half-full, the real question hung between them—what came next?Ethan leaned back in his chair, watching her. “You’re thinking too hard.”Sienna let out a small huff of laughter, running a finger along the rim of her glass. “Can you blame me?”“No,” he admitted. “But you don’t have to overanalyze everything tonight. Let yourself breathe, Sienna.”She looked up at him, her heart squeezing at the tenderness in his voice. “That’s easier said than done.”Ethan reached for her hand again, his grip warm and firm. “Then let’s make it easier. No

  • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.   Chapter 153

    ** A Love Rekindled**The villa was quiet, save for the rhythmic crashing of waves against the cliffs below. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm glow, casting flickering shadows through the sheer curtains. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and blooming jasmine, weaving its way through the open balcony doors.At the center of the dining room, a table was elegantly set—crystal glasses gleamed under the candlelight, and a bottle of wine sat uncorked beside two plates of carefully prepared dishes. It was intimate, thoughtful… unexpected.Sienna stood in the doorway, her heart caught between the past and the present. Ethan stood by the table, his sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. He looked different—there was a softness in his gaze, an ease in his stance that hadn’t been there before.“You cooked?” she teased, arching a brow as she stepped forward.Ethan smirked, tilting his head. “I had some help,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers.She

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