NO ONE'S POV
It was a quiet afternoon on a weekend at the Im mansion.
Haven was taking her afternoon nap upstairs, and Nayeon's mother sat in the living room with her father, enjoying tea and light conversation.
The peace was shattered by the sound of the car echoing through the house.
Nayeon's mother set her cup down and waited the door to open while Nayeon's father continued sipping his tea, unaware of the storm about to hit.
When the front door opened, the air seemed to shift.
"Good afternoon." Came a deep, familiar voice, tinged with exhaustion but still smooth as ever.
Nayeon's father emerged from his sit at the sound of the voice, his steps faltering as he entered entrance of the mansion.
His eyes widened in shock as he took in the figure standing in the doorway.
There, in her undying striking poise, stood Hans DeBourbon. Though thinner than before, her presence remained commanding, her tailored coat and scarf perfectly framing her sharp features.
But her cerulean blue eyes, once filled with confidence, now carried a haunting sadness.
"...Hans," Nayeon's father stammered, breaking the tense silence.
Hans's gaze shifted to him, a small, polite nod acknowledging the older man.
"President Im." Hans said softly.
Nayeon's mother stood frozen, her hand gripping the edge of the couch. She looked back at her husband, unsure of what to say or do.
"Is Nayeon here?" Hans asked, her voice trembling slightly as if the words themselves carried an unbearable weight.
Before her father could respond, the sound of soft footsteps descending the grand staircase drew everyone's attention.
Nayeon stood halfway down the stairs, her hand clutching the railing as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.
Her body froze, her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked on the person she hadn't seen in almost three years.
While Hans's world seemed to stop. Her gaze fixed on Nayeon, tears welling up and cascading down her cheeks as she looked at the woman he loved, the woman who had vanished from her life without a word.
"Nayeon..." She whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of emotions she had kept bottled up for years.
Nayeon's face was unreadable, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. She gripped the railing tighter, unsure if her legs would hold her.
Hans took a step forward, her lips trembling as she tried to speak.
But no words came out. She simply stood there, looking up at her as if afraid she might disappear again.
Nayeon's parents exchanged nervous glances, both remembering her request to keep Haven a secret from Hans.
Her father cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Why...why don't you sit down, Hans." He said, gesturing towards the couch.
Hans nodded slowly but didn't move, her eyes never leaving Nayeon.
Nayeon's knees buckled slightly, and she gripped the railing even harder. Memories of the past flooded her mind—the love, the heartbreak, the years of struggling alone in Sicily. She wanted to say something, anything, but her voice failed her.
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THE BITCH CEO (Im Nayeon)
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