Outside, the late afternoon breeze brushed against Sierra as she stepped into the compound. She unlocked her car with a soft beep, the headlights flashing briefly. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she tossed her clutch onto the passenger side and gripped the wheel tightly, her chest rising and falling as if she were bracing herself.For a brief moment, she just sat there in silence, staring at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Then, with a slow inhale, she turned the ignition. The engine roared to life, and without another pause, she pulled out, the tires crunching lightly against the pavement as she drove off through the estate gates.Back inside, Elijah remained seated until he heard the faint sound of her car fading into the distance. Only then did he rise from the sofa, his movements calm and deliberate. He slid his hands into his pockets and walked toward the staircase.When he pushed open the bedroom door, the sight that greeted him pulled his brows together.By the wall, ju

FlibbityBoo’s face twisted, his voice rising before he could stop himself.“So you’d rather chase after someone who hasn’t even proposed to you? Someone who clearly doesn’t care enough to make you his?!” His tone was sharp, almost stinging. “And here I am, putting everything on the line for you—my time, my money, my heart—and you still reject me?”The trumpeters and singers shifted uncomfortably, lowering their instruments, the festive air completely drained out of the room. Sierra stood her ground, her lips pressing into a thin line, though her eyes shimmered.FlibbityBoo ran his hands through his styled hair, his chest rising and falling fast. “Unbelievable…” he muttered, pacing a step away, then back again. “No one has ever turned me down like this.”Then, after a long, tense moment, he stopped. He drew in a deep breath, forcing his voice lower, steadier. “But…” He raised his eyes back to hers, softer now.Just then, the vibration of Sierra’s phone cut through the heavy silence. Th

For a moment she hesitated, glancing at the other guests who were already whispering and sneaking looks at the scene. But Elijah didn’t lower his hand; his patience was unwavering. Finally, Sierra parted her lips slightly, and he slid the fork in, watching her reaction closely.The flavors burst on her tongue—sweet, tender crab with the richness of butter and the depth of the sauce. Her eyes widened in surprise despite herself.Elijah’s smirk deepened. “See? Worth it,” he murmured.Before she could respond, he casually cracked open another piece, dipping it again and holding it up. “One more,” he said, his tone almost playful, as if daring her to refuse.The onlookers in the VIP chuckled under their breath, amused by the sight—this mysterious young man not only paying for their meals but openly feeding the beautiful woman at his table.Sierra chewed slowly, still tasting the richness of the crab on her tongue. Elijah sat back a little, watching her every expression with that calm, tea

Laughter and cheers rippled through the room, and soon others joined in, clapping and chanting in unison.“Yes, yes! Kiss, kiss!”“Kiss her, brother!”“Seal it with a kiss!”The crowd’s energy swelled, their voices blending together, echoing across the elegant room. Phones were lifted higher, guests eager to capture the climax of the night.Sierra’s eyes widened as her face flushed crimson. She looked at Elijah quickly, her lips parting, her heart hammering so loud she swore everyone could hear it. Kiss? In front of everyone?Elijah, on the other hand, remained composed.The chants grew louder, echoing through the VIP. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The clapping and laughter filled every corner of the room.Sierra’s cheeks burned as she looked up at Elijah, her heart racing uncontrollably. Before she could say a word, Elijah’s arm slipped firmly around her waist, pulling her in closer until there was barely any space left between them.Gasps and cheers erupted around them.Without hesitation, El

The words hung in the air like thunder.Sierra froze, her mouth falling open, her body trembling as her heart slammed against her ribs. Her phone slipped from her hands onto the bed with a soft thud, forgotten.Sierra’s lips trembled as she stared at him, disbelief etched across her face. “What… what do you mean by you’re FlibbityBoo?”Elijah let out a slow sigh, his eyes softening as he leaned back slightly. “A few months back, I joined your live,” he began calmly. “I wanted to send you gifts… but I also wanted to hide my identity. So, I created the FlibbityBoo account. From there, everything you knew—every message, every gift—it was me. I’ve been FlibbityBoo all along.”Sierra shook her head violently, her heart pounding. “No way. That’s a lie—you’re joking, right? FlibbityBoo sent me his pictures. And today… I met him. He looked exactly like in the pictures! What do you mean?” Her voice rose, cracking with confusion and desperation.Elijah’s smirk faded, his face straightening. He