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 "

up, and my voice froze in my throat. It was

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 me," he said. His deep, hoarse voice carried

away immediately, but I froze, as if I was under a spell. "Evelyn..." he murmured.

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

letting him wrap me in his embrace. His familiar scent surrounded me, bittersweet

talk," he whispered near my ear. "There's been so much misunderstanding between us,

cut him off firmly. My

Ke

your sweet words anymore, and don't want to get involved with you again. We can't go back to

froze, then tightened

I'm not letting you leave me. I

and always. That will never change. I'm willing to give

ove

chance to make things

blurred my vision. I bit my lip to stop the sobs that threatened to break

wounds, each one deeper than the last. But the

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