Rewriting My Heart's Fate

He gave me a meaningful glance before walking away. "Three days from now, I'm hosting a banquet at Rovera Manor. I hope you will grace us with your presence, Ms. Wiley." Ethan's expression darkened like a brewing storm. His clenched fists trembled as though he might lunge at him.

"Don't go," he commanded. He gripped my wrist tightly with an overbearing authority.

I shook off his hand and replied coldly, "It's my choice. You have no right to interfere."

With that, I turned and walked away from the balcony without looking back.

Ethan's pleading voice rang out. But I turned a deaf ear. I held back my tears and quickened my pace.

So, he cared this much about my every move? What about those dazzling socialites? What did they mean to him, really?

Ethan knew all too well that my pride was fragile. He was always close but never close enough. But I was no longer the timid, powerless person I once was.

I wiped away my tears and returned to the banquet hall. I tried to hide any trace of vulnerability.

As I walked past a corner, I collided with a tall figure. The impact sent me stumbling back a few steps, almost losing my balance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see "

my voice froze in my

that fit him perfectly, he looked refined. The dim light cast shadows on his sharp features, giving him an enigmatic and almost surreal look. "It's

hear the pounding rhythm of our hearts. I should have walked away immediately, but I froze, as if I was under a spell.

of the crowd, the clinking of champagne glasses, the soft melody of the orchestra-all of it

him wrap me in his embrace. His familiar scent surrounded

my ear. "There's been so much misunderstanding between us, so

cut him off firmly.

Ke

there's nothing left for us to say. I don't want to hear your sweet words anymore, and don't want to get involved with you again. We can't go back to the way we were. You have your

then tightened his arms around

not letting you

change. I'm willing to give up everything to earn your forgiveness.

ove

chance to make things

my lip to stop the sobs that threatened

blade. They reopened my old wounds, each one deeper than the last. But the deeper the

on the verge of faltering, Vivian appeared. Her appearance interrupted