Hailey sat in the corner of the cafe shop, she held the invitation letter as she keot looking at the spot where Hope had left, the weight and event felt overwhelming to her.She stared at the envelope, Her mind raced, she had just being invited by the famous and rich Hope?Tyler, sensing her discomfort, glanced over at her, his voice soft. “You alright? You’ve been quiet for a while.”Hailey exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. “I don’t know... it just feels like too much, you know? Like a world I left behind is suddenly right in front of me again.”Tyler reached over, his hand warm and reassuring on hers. “I get it. But hey, think about it—this could be an opportunity. I mean, there’s going to be a ton of influential people there. It could help with the business. We could meet some people who might make a difference.”Hailey looked at him, his optimism both comforting and distant. She knew the world they were stepping into, the world where wealth and power made all the rules. Bu

As the program was about to begin, Vivian, along with the other guests, took her seat in the open garden. The gentle hum of conversation filled the air as everyone settled in, the soft rustle of leaves providing a serene backdrop. At the far corner of the garden, Tyler and Hailey quietly slipped into their seats. Their movements were subtle, calculated to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. Yet, a few heads turned their way, ...curiosity evident in their glances. Tyler's reputation often preceded him, and Hailey's striking presence added to the intrigue. Vivian noticed the stir but chose not to look directly, focusing instead on the stage where the program host was now stepping up. The host, a middle-aged man with an easy smile and a resonant voice, welcomed everyone warmly, his words flowing effortlessly. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate not just the art of storytelling but also the power it holds to bring us together." Jeremy immediately sighte

Jeremy's words hung in the air, cryptic and heavy, leaving everyone in stunned silence. Hope's eyes narrowed, trying to decipher the meaning behind his declaration. Tyler and Hailey exchanged a tense glance, their shared unease palpable. "Someone else?" Hope's voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of her confusion. "What do you mean, Jeremy?" Jeremy let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You think this is all about you three? About some tangled love triangle from years ago?" His gaze swept over the group, his expression both accusing and deeply pained. "It’s bigger than that. There’s someone else who’s been caught in this mess, someone who’s been just as affected as I have." "Who, Jeremy?" Tyler's voice was sharp now, his patience clearly wearing thin. "If you’ve got something to say, say it." Jeremy hesitated, his jaw tightening as if wrestling with the decision to speak. Finally, he exhaled and said a name that hit the group like a thunderclap. "Vivan”

Jeremy took a deep breath, his hand lingered on the doorknob as he contemplated his next move. The house seemed quieter than usual despite the bustling preparations for the wedding downstairs. The faint hum of conversations and the occasional sound of laughter floated up, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his chest. He couldn’t do this. Not without talking to Hope. Sliding on a pair of soft loafers, Jeremy made his way down the grand staircase, dodging staff and family members along the way. Everyone seemed too preoccupied to notice him—or maybe they were just giving him space, sensing the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. Hope was still standing in the corner of the ballroom when he found her. She looked radiant in a custom-made gown, the delicate lace sleeves and beaded bodice catching the light in a way that seemed almost otherworldly. But it wasn’t her beauty that stopped him in his tracks—it was the look in her eyes. She was nervous “Hope,” he called softly. S

Everywhere felt silent, Vivan’s gaze pressed down like a powerful stare as confusion filled the room. Ethan stood frozen, his mouth agape as the realization of his predicament finally began to sink in. Vivian stpos up and took a step forward, with her heels echoing on the polished floor. "Ethan, as CEO of this company, my loyalty lies with the truth and the integrity of our organization. And right now, the truth paints a very clear picture." Her gaze hardened. "Security will escort you out. You’ll be hearing from our legal team shortly." Ethan’s face turned crimson, his fists clenching as two security guards moved towards him. “You’ll regret this, Vivian! This is far from over!” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. Jeremy watched impassively as Ethan was escorted out, the room buzzing with whispers. Once the door shut behind him, Vivian turned to face the board and the investors. Her expression softened, but her authority remained unyielding. "I apologize for the disruption," s