UNSPOKEN HEARTS

ONE

OVIYA'S POV

Last month marked the thrilling conclusion of my college journey as I tossed my graduation cap into the air. College was an intense adventure that tested my limits, particularly during the freshman year. Yet, the prospect of joining my father's successful business kept me motivated.

My dad gave me the freedom to choose any course, saying, "Pick any course, kiddo." However, it was clear that he was entrusting me with the future of his empire. So, I soldiered on, partly because I didn't have a clue what else to do.

 I mean, I wasn't exactly Mr. Talent like that one show-off from school who hoarded trophies like they were going out of style. I had talent for many things, but never quite hit the peak of those talents. And then, 'that overly clever talent bitch' came in and snatched away all my trophies. 

Whatever past is past .........

I can't understand why I'm thinking about that jerk when I should be celebrating.

"Perhaps it's because you're drunk," my subconscious mind suggested.

Maybe.

Currently, I'm at the club with my best friend Sophie, sipping on vodka. I suspect we're little drunk.

"Soph, do you think we're a bit tipsy?" I asked, turning to her as she danced with wildness.

"No way, babe, we're totally sober," she replied, grinning foolishly.

"But Soph, I'm pretty sure we are, because the whole world seems to be spinning around me."

"Babe, that's just because you're shining like a goddess; why wouldn't the world revolve around you?" she teased, and then—oops—down she went to the floor.

Clearly, we're not drunk at all.

Now we're at the park and sophie is vomitting  where I'm rubbing her back to help her.

Suddenly, she burst into tears.

"Soph, bae, what happened? Why are you crying?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice.

"Babe, I never knew you were such a good friend, yet I was rude to you the first day we met," she said, wiping away her tears.

"But we weren't friends back then, and you don't have to feel bad about it," I reassured her.

"Oh, that's right," she realized

As Sophie mentioned, we weren't close friends at that time, and she was also friends with that jerk eve who won all the trophies I talked about earlier. Then, a sudden realization hit me that I had to confess something to her.

"Soph, I'm sorry, but I have to confess something I've hidden for a long time."

"What's that, bae?" Sophie asked, looking at me.

"That... can you promise you won't be mad at me?"

"No, babe, I won't be mad at you, and you're scaring me, baby," she said, looking genuinely concerned.

"That," I said tensely.

"Oh Ovi, for the love of God, just say it," she said with an annoyed and pissed tone.

"Ihaveacrushonyourbrother," I blurted out quickly.

"What??? Can you please slow down?" she said, amused.

"I have a crush on your brother."

There, I said it—my biggest secret.

"Seriously, you have a crush on my brother? I expected better from you," she said amusingly, her disappointment in my choice evident.

"But he's so kind and charming," I protested.

"Kind, my foot! He used to steal my wafer rolls, and he still does," she retorted with an annoyed expression, clearly irritated with him.

"And he's the reason I broke up with John," she added.

"But Soph, John was really an idiot, and you agreed with that."

She looked at me with shock, as if I had committed the greatest crime. "Babe, you can't switch sides; you're my best friend," she declared.

"I'm not switching, I was just stating," I replied.

"Okay, about my brother, did you confess to him?" she inquired.

"Nope, I didn't," I responded.

"You know you have to confess. If you two get together, I'll be the happiest and the best bridesmaid," she said dreamily.

I blushed and said, "Okay, okay."

"Now we have to get out of here. Don't you think this place is creepy?" I added, looking around.

"Yeah, it's so creepy... I think I was a little crazy in my drunken state," she admitted.

Actually, back at the club, Sophie really went crazy and started to berate every guy, thinking he was John, her ex.

And when I pulled her out of the club, she ran behind a car, thinking it was John's, and then entered this park.

That's how we ended up here,

She called her driver, and we made our way back home. As soon as I arrived, I collapsed into bed, my thoughts consumed by him.

"Ethan James Miller," the epitome of wealth and allure, a billionaire and CEO of Millermart Inc. He's the definition of a gentleman, with a well-built physique, a sharply defined jawline, dark, piercing eyes, and full, pink lips—the fantasy of every girl's kiss.

It's not my explanation; that's how every book and Wikipedia describe him.

I took a long bath, changed into my nightwear, completed my skincare routine, and then went to sleep again thinking about him.

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