Tell Me Now,Are We Real?

Tell Me Now,Are We Real?

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Everyone knows Henry Allen, the charming, untouchable heir to the powerful Allen Group, a conglomerate that controls more than half the businesses in the country. With wealth, influence, and a future already carved out for him, Henry seems to have it all. But no one knows his secret. Behind the glitz and headlines, Henry is in love with Andrea Evans, a brilliant independent woman far from the world of billionaires. Their relationship is hidden, fragile, and forbidden. Because Henry's future isn't his own. He's being arranged to marry Ava Lawrence, the perfect daughter of the richest man in the neighboring country, a union designed to seal an empire, not a love story.

Chapter 1 Fifth Anniversary

It's 8 p.m., the sky has turned dark already. The cold wind blew hard, rushed Andrea to unlock the cottage door with a password she knew too well. She went inside and locked the door behind her. Just as she took off her coat and scarf, her phone dinged. She glanced to the screen, "Sorry, a sudden family meeting. Don't wait up, love you."

Andrea unconciously sighed. That day was their fifth anniversary as a couple. Andrea's boyfriend was the famous Henry Allen, the son of the richest man in the country. He's the sole heir to the gigantic Allen Group. No one knew about their relationship, and it's been a difficult journey to hide it.

Andrea stepped into the room slowly, eyes taking in the scene. Her heart caught somewhere between sorrow and gratitude. The dining room looked nothing like it usually did. On the table, bouquets of fresh flowers spilled across the center: soft pink roses, white ranunculus, delicate sprays of baby's breath.

At one end of the table sat a small, round strawberry cake, the cream blush pink and smooth, with glazed slices of strawberries layered like petals on top. A single silver fork rested beside it, as if waiting for a shared bite. Two wine glasses caught the candlelight, already half filled with a deep red vintage. The bottle sat nearby.

Henry specially prepared this place to celebrate their anniversary. It was one of the Allen's vacation houses, few hours drive from the city, private, secluded, and suitable for their secret getaways. The cottage sat in a clearing, nestled between tall pine trees.

She pulled out a dining chair and sit there, stretched her arms and legs after a two-hour drive. She then grabbed her phone and replied Henry's text, "I just arrived. No worry, take your time."

That night was cold and snowy. Andrea then lazily moved herself to the couch, wrapped herself with a thick blanket that already being prepared there. She grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on. Flipping between channels, until she stopped in an old romance movie. She let a sigh out again, the cottage was perfect and totally romantic. It should've been him and her inside this comfy blanket. But again, she had to wait.

Five years. She patiently waited when Henry had meetings or sudden problems in his company. Sometimes he unexpectedly cancel their dates because he had to fly to other country. She completely understood that Henry had to bear a lot things as the CEO of Allen Group. But tonight she felt tired, hiding and lying to people around her just to be with him. But that was not all. The ache of pretending was the worst. It felt sting to pretend that he was a stranger.

Andrea moved her eyes from the TV, she blanky stared to the window to see that it almost dawn already. She yawned repeatedly and stared back to the TV. She thought maybe Henry could not make it this time, so she planned to drive back to the city once the sun has risen.

The perfect temperature of the room, the dim light, the sound of crackling firewood, slowly sent Andrea to sleep. The TV was still on, the dialogue blurred into static. Words became sound. Sound became nothing. It was just white noise now as Andrea drifted to sleep.

Just before she fell into a deep sleep. She felt the couch shifted, and warm hand touched her cheek, rubbing it several times. "Henry?" she opened her eyes to find a face she's been waiting for. His face looked tired, a faint smile accross his face as if he tried to hide his exhaustion.

His eyes screamed regrets, "Andrea Evans, I don't know what must I do to express how sorry I am." he said very softly.

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Tell Me Now,Are We Real?
1

Chapter 1 Fifth Anniversary

30/05/2025

2

Chapter 2 He Finally Came

30/05/2025

3

Chapter 3 Need More Explanation

30/05/2025

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Chapter 4 Not Finding A Solution

30/05/2025

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Chapter 5 Surprise!

30/05/2025

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Chapter 6 Stay Here With Me

30/05/2025

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Chapter 7 Let's Make A Deal

30/05/2025

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Chapter 8 Are You Still Mine

30/05/2025

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Chapter 9 Moving In

30/05/2025

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Chapter 10 About The House

30/05/2025

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Chapter 11 Living A Fairytale

30/05/2025

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Chapter 12 Unexpected Guest

30/05/2025

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Chapter 13 Searching for Her

30/05/2025

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Chapter 14 Don't You Disappear on Me

30/05/2025

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Chapter 15 The Whisper

30/05/2025

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Chapter 16 He Paid Attention

30/05/2025

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Chapter 17 Some Things Aren't Meant to Be Fixed

30/05/2025

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Chapter 18 The First Kiss

30/05/2025

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Chapter 19 Too Much

31/05/2025

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Chapter 20 It's Just Not The Right Time

02/06/2025

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Chapter 21 Saturday Without Headlines

03/06/2025

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Chapter 22 Dinner with The Client

03/06/2025

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Chapter 23 Jealousy

04/06/2025

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Chapter 24 Not Even For Love

04/06/2025

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Chapter 25 Just Until The Engagement

04/06/2025

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Chapter 26 It Felt Empty

05/06/2025

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Chapter 27 Trying to Protect Her

05/06/2025

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Chapter 28 The Old Fantasies

05/06/2025

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Chapter 29 A Chance

06/06/2025

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Chapter 30 A Month Later

06/06/2025

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Chapter 31 Breaking All Over Again

08/06/2025

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Chapter 32 He's Not Just A Fling

08/06/2025

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Chapter 33 Hello, Valenza

08/06/2025

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Chapter 34 Hello, Valenza (Part Two)

08/06/2025

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Chapter 35 Hello, Valenza (Part Three)

08/06/2025

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Chapter 36 Be Happy

08/06/2025

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Chapter 37 On Fire

09/06/2025

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Chapter 38 The House Key

10/06/2025

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Chapter 39 About Boundaries

10/06/2025

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Chapter 40 New Apartment, New Headlines

11/06/2025