TIMOTHY POV The weight of uncertainty had been crushing Timothy's spirit for far too long. He couldn't escape the nagging doubts that had crept into his mind, doubts that had festered like a cancer, threatening to consume him. Determined to put an end to the suspense, Timothy found himself stand
Kamran, looking entirely too pleased with himself, addressed Timothy with a smug tone. "Timothy, it's good to see that Stella is finally forcing some responsibility on you." Timothy's jaw clenched, his anger burning like a white-hot flame. He knew that Kamran had a way of pushing his buttons, but
The persistent rain had cast a gloomy pall over the city, and the melancholy atmosphere seeped into my very soul as I stared out of the window, tracing the streams of water as they raced one another down the glass. The events of the past few weeks had left me feeling adrift. That afternoon, I was
I clenched my fists, my anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I'm not the one who needs a lesson, Mr. Erikson." His laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating against my already frayed nerves. "You always did have a fiery spirit, Evie. It's a shame you let it get you into so
The next night, I found myself standing outside the familiar doors of the old restaurant where I had once worked as a waitress. The rain had given way to a clear, starlit sky, a stark contrast to the tumultuous journey that had brought me to this moment. The restaurant stood as a reminder of the pas
"Oh!” I pressed my lips int a flat line, preparing myself for the disgusted reaction. However, she looked more intrigued than anything. “How can I help you, Miss Fitzgerald?" Scarlett extended a well-manicured hand toward me, and I hesitantly shook it. Her grip was firm, her palm cool against mine
Scarlett's gaze bore into mine, her eyes unwavering. "I know," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But I also know that you, of all people, would understand why I can't let her win. Stella could ruin my life, just as she ruined yours." I felt a chill run down my spine at Scarlett's words. A t
TIMOTHY POV The ice was slick beneath Timothy's skates as he glided across the hockey rink. The sharp blades of his skates cut through the surface, sending sprays of ice crystals into the air. The arena was alive with the sounds of the game, the thud of sticks against pucks, the clatter of players