Amelia Greene let out a deep, exhausted sigh as she closed the door of her small apartment behind her. The first day at her new job had been a challenge, leaving her mentally drained and physically weary. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, she kicked off her shoes and shuffled into the living room. Her eyes fell on the single couch she had managed to arrange in the otherwise cluttered space, and she immediately slumped into it, sinking into the worn fabric. She gazed around the room, disheartened by the sight of unopened boxes stacked haphazardly against the walls. They were a stark reminder of how much she still had to do to make this place feel like home. The movers had delivered everything just over a week ago, but between settling into her new job and trying to adjust to life in New York, Amelia hadn’t had the time—or the energy—to unpack. Her eyes travelled to the boxes scattered around the house, each filled with items she hadn’t yet bothered to take out. Pots a

Ava didn’t know the meaning of giving up. After her last confrontation with Amelia, she was even more determined to get through to Hunter. The image of her ex-husband’s stoic face haunted her, and her mind twisted with thoughts of what she had lost. The fact that Hunter was now the heir to the Lee fortune only fuelled her desperation. She needed him back—not for love or even for the prestige, but because her life had spiralled out of control since their divorce, and Hunter was the key to regaining her footing. Her next attempt after that fateful encounter with Amelia at the office, was at a charity gala that she knew Hunter would attend. She had been planning to make a grand entrance, to remind him of the woman he had once fallen for. But as she arrived, dressed in an elegant red gown designed to turn heads, her heart sank when she saw Amelia lingering around Hunter— who seemed to be in a heated discussion with some businessmen, scanning the crowd. “Good evening, Ms. Greene.” Ava

The passing weeks were a whirlwind of meetings, decisions, and long hours as Hunter Lee gradually took the reins of the family business. He threw himself into the role with a single-minded focus, determined to prove his worth not just to his grandfather, but to himself. The shadows of past mistakes loomed large in his mind—chief among them, his disastrous marriage. The bitter memories of how his ex-wife had betrayed him left deep scars, making him wary of trusting anyone, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Amelia, on the other hand, was a model of professionalism and efficiency. As a long-time secretary, she was more than familiar with the inner workings of the company and had become an invaluable asset to Hunter. She was there for every meeting, handled every crisis with calm composure, and often worked late into the night to ensure things ran smoothly. But behind the professional facade, Amelia couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in Hunter—how he was more wit

The overseas medical facility where Michael was receiving treatment was nestled in a serene countryside, far removed from the chaos of the city. Rolling green hills surrounded the centre, and the air was fresh and crisp, offering a peaceful ambiance that seemed to facilitate healing. Michael had been bedridden for what felt like an eternity, his strength sapped by years of slow poisoning, but now, for the first time in years, he was beginning to feel a resurgence of vitality. Charlotte sat beside his bed, her face glowing with relief as she watched the man she had once loved deeply, slowly come back to life. There was colour in his cheeks, a faint gleam in his eyes, and the first signs of movement in his limbs. The doctors were optimistic and credited the improved environment, consistent care, and Charlotte’s presence for his progress. The sensation returning to his arms and legs was a miracle they had all been praying for. One crisp afternoon, with sunlight pouring in through the

The days had settled into a routine again at Lee Enterprises, but things were far from being the same between Hunter and Amelia. Ever since the incident where she collapsed and woke up in a panic, mumbling about things Hunter couldn’t quite piece together, something had shifted between them—something subtle, but undeniably present. Hunter found it increasingly difficult to maintain the professional distance he once upheld so strictly. Before, it had been easy to be stern, to demand perfection, and to keep things strictly business. But now, every time he felt frustration bubbling up, an image would flash in his mind—Amelia, lying on the office floor, clutching the file with frail hands. Her broken pleas echoed in his memory, words laced with fear and anguish that went beyond mere work stress. It made him hesitate, made him softer in ways he didn’t quite understand. He noticed things about her he hadn’t before—the faint shadow under her eyes that concealer couldn’t fully hide, the