g hands, their silhouettes against the distant city lights. Then, a blinding flash, a screech of tires, and silence. Utter silence. Ava screamed, but no sound came out. She ran towards them,

g around her. She woke up with a gasp, the phantom grip of h

her hope for his approval. She ran a hand over her face, feeling the grit of unshed tears. This wasn't the first time Liam had tried to control her. He had always done it, from choosing her schools to picking her clothes. He saw her as fragile, a porcelain doll that nee

gain. And again. He always did this, relentless in his pursuit

horitative. "You're making a scene. The media is ha

ced with disbelief. "You talk about our family name aft

g. "You were heading for a spectacular fall. I mitigated the

a child who can't make her own decisions? You didn't mitigate damage, Liam. You caused it. You destroyed everything." She squeezed her eye

re too emotional, too naive to navigate this on your own." Liam's voice softened slightly, a mani

chest heaving. The phone felt heavy in her hand. She stared at the screen, then with a sudden surge of resolve, she blocked his number. It was a physical severing, a symbolic

something made her pause. She opened it. The sender was Noah Vance, CEO of Zenith Innovations, a rival tech company to Liam's empire. The email was concise, professional, yet held a surprising warmth. "Ms. Reed, I have followed your work for a long time

kept a low profile, letting his innovative products speak for themselves. This was unexpected. A lifeline. She felt a warmth spread through her, a stark contrast to th

ress flowing around her. Noah, usually reserved, held her hand firmly, his thumb gently caressing her skin. "Are you sure about t

fered her a chance to rebuild, to create again. He offered her a partnership, a quiet strength she desperately needed. "I am sure, Noah," she had replied, her voice firm. "More sure than I've been about anything in a long time." Marriage