The scent of yesterdayUpdated at Jul 31, 2025, 05:48
Once, Ethan Blackwood believed in love.He had a wife who smiled like spring and a son who giggled like summer. The man he used to be—warm, open, fiercely loyal—died with them in a fire he couldn’t stop. From the ashes, a new Ethan rose—cold, guarded, and ruthless. A man who hated love for making him weak, and women for daring to remind him of what he lost.He trusted no one but his mother, the only person who still saw glimpses of the boy he once was. He loathed his father—a powerful man with too many secrets—and despised his stepbrother, born from betrayal.Only three people walked beside him still: Raymond, Kingsley, and Max—his brothers not by blood, but by scars.Then came Nicole.A quiet girl with bright dreams and bruised hope. Her stepmother and stepsisters resented her. She worked herself weary to feed them, not out of love—but because it was all she had ever known. Her best friend Laura was the only light in her gray world.Nicole didn’t know why her family hated her. Why her dreams were filled with places she had never seen, people she had never met. Why she sometimes woke up crying, heart aching for something—or someone—she couldn’t remember.When fate threw her into Ethan’s world, it should have meant nothing. Just a girl. Just a moment.But Ethan froze.Her scent. Her eyes. That face.Familiar in a way that pierced him like glass.He didn’t believe in destiny. Not anymore.But destiny… was about to believe in them.