All Chapters of Between two worlds : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Truth UnveiledThe tension in the warehouse was suffocating as Ethan’s confession hung in the air. “You’re the key to everything.”Key to what? My head spun with questions, but before I could speak, Leo stepped forward, his protective stance unwavering. “Enough of this,” he said, his voice a mixture of anger and frustration. “Lila isn’t anyone’s pawn. Whatever deal your family made, it ends here.”Ethan’s face softened, and for a moment, he looked like the boy I had grown up with—kind, loyal, and endlessly patient. “Leo, you think I want this? I’ve spent years fighting to protect her from the mess our families created.”My father, standing a few feet away, finally spoke. His voice trembled with regret. “Lila, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was securing your future, but all I did was create chains for you.”I took a deep breath, the weight of their words pressing down on me. “No more secrets. No more lies. Whatever this ‘deal’ is, it ends now. I won’t let my lif

I sat at the small kitchen table, the weight of the morning newspaper in my hands. The words blurred before my eyes as I stared at the open page, not really seeing the headlines but thinking about everything that had led me here. The loss of my café, the memories of long nights spent baking and serving coffee, the laughter of Ivy and Jasmine, who had stood by my side through it all—it all seemed like a lifetime ago. The emptiness in my chest wasn’t new, but it had grown heavier with each passing day. I had been through so much, and yet, every day felt like a new challenge, a new hurdle to overcome. My fingers traced the rim of my coffee cup absentmindedly, the bitterness a stark reminder of my current reality. Oh my God, I need to look for a new job now. My life isn't the same anymore, not like it was when I first lost the café. The café had been my dream, a piece of my soul that I poured everything into. But it was gone, and I couldn’t keep mourning it forever. Slowly, I was

The following day, our moment lingered with me. It was like I carried a piece of that starry night in my chest, glowing faintly but steady enough to guide me through the day. Leo had dropped me off late last night or should I say as early as possible, giving me one last lingering kiss before driving away. It was tender, unhurried, and filled with the quiet assurance that we were on solid ground.I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, like everything in my life was starting to align. I couldn’t quite explain it, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful—not just about us, but about everything. My work, my future, and the dreams I had buried under layers of self-doubt.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as I sipped on my tea, flipping through my planner. The blank spaces in it didn’t feel daunting anymore. They felt like opportunities waiting to be filled.A soft knock at the door startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I placed my mug down and walked to

The days had begun to blur together, but in the best way possible. After my latest vlog hit 1,000 views, something in me clicked. It wasn’t just about the numbers anymore. It was about connecting with the people who were watching. Every comment, every message felt like a new thread in the tapestry of something bigger than just a content creation journey—it was about my life, my relationships, and the stories I was telling. But still, my success was just as much about the people I spent my time with as it was about the videos themselves. And right now, my life felt so full—full of love, full of growth, and full of possibility. That afternoon, as I sipped my coffee and scrolled through stagram and utube on my iPad, I found myself grinning. The response to my recent vlog had been overwhelming, but what really made me smile was something far more personal—what was happening right in front of me. It was the group chat I shared with Ivy, Jasmine, and Sophie. Ivy had sent a picture of her

The morning sun filtered softly through my window, casting golden rays across my room. My iPad buzzed with notifications—comments, likes, and messages from viewers who had connected with my latest vlog. Each message brought a smile to my face, but the warmth of my small success couldn't quell the unexpected nervousness in my chest. It had nothing to do with my channel and everything to do with Ethan. His message from earlier this morning still lingered in my mind. Ethan: Can we talk? It’s important. I debated for hours before responding. My heart and mind battled over what to do. He was a part of my past, a painful chapter I wasn’t sure I was ready to reopen. But curiosity, mixed with the slightest twinge of hope for closure, got the better of me. Me: Okay. Where and when? Ethan: The café on Birch Street at 3? My treat. I stared at his reply for a while, chewing the inside of my cheek. Finally, I let out a breath, typed a quick See you there, and tried not to overthink it. ---