Dr. Liam Hayes has everything under control. Brilliant, composed, and quietly wealthy, he built one of the country’s most exclusive private hospitals—and a life free of emotional entanglements. He doesn’t believe in messy things like love. Not anymore.

Then Luelle Carter—better known to the world as pop superstar Lily Vale—is rushed into his care after collapsing on stage. Burned out and desperate to escape the spotlight, she’s admitted under strict secrecy. Groggy and half-lucid, the first thing she says to Liam is:

"Will you marry me?"

He assumes it’s a joke. She says it isn’t.

What starts as a wild moment between strangers becomes something deeper neither of them expected. Away from cameras and chaos, Luelle finds quiet in Liam’s world—a place where she can finally be herself. And Liam, who’s long kept his heart locked away, begins to feel again in her presence.

As Luelle recovers, they share long walks, quiet talks, and moments of laughter that catch them both off guard. Slowly, the walls between them crumble, revealing truths they’ve never told anyone else.

But peace has a time limit.

The spotlight returns. Luelle’s team demands her comeback. Liam’s own past threatens the fragile trust they’ve built. And the safe haven they’ve created begins to crack.

Now, they face a choice: retreat to the safety of the lives they knew—or fight for something neither of them believed was possible.

Because sometimes, love isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or fame.

Sometimes, love is quiet. Steady. Healing.

And when it’s real—it feels just like medicine.

Scene: Liam's apartment – early evening.


Luelle is scribbling furiously in her glittery pink diary, tongue sticking out in concentration. Xavier is balancing a spoon on his nose. Liam is flipping through medical journals with the patience of a saint—or a man seconds from calling for a therapist.


"'May 8th. Liam said 'let me check your vitals' during lunch and I saw God. P.S. Xavier tried to drink expired almond milk. Again.'"


Suddenly, the front door flies open. In strides Vicky247Lovely, glam as always, holding a phone and wearing sunglasses indoors like a woman with secrets and backup plotlines.


"Darling Luelle. I heard whispers on the internet... whispers about the diary. The sacred chaos. The Liam Fan Manifesto."


"You'll pry it from my cold, over-caffeinated hands."


She tosses a caramel macchiato as a decoy. Luelle instinctively catches it—and in that exact moment, Vicky SNATCHES THE DIARY and bolts out the door like a published hurricane.


"THAT HAS MY SONG LYRICS, FANFIC, AND A POEM CALLED 'Liam in Low Lighting'!"


Liam: (grabbing his keys, deeply unimpressed)


"This is a HIPAA violation waiting to happen."


The apartment door slams behind them—just as Kaelani walks in from the hallway, holding takeout bags and looking adorable but dangerously calm. She pauses. Takes in the chaos. Looks at the empty room.


Vicky is running full speed, cackling as she flips open the diary.


"'Page 17: A recurring dream where Liam drops a scalpel and catches it with his teeth.' OH, THIS IS GETTING PUBLISHED."


"You're like a Pinterest board with abs. You can't blame her."


Suddenly, Kaelani casually appears from the alley, holding a smoothie in one hand and stepping in front of Vicky like a runway model who moonlights as a linebacker.


"Hey, Vicky. Want to hand that over, or should I remind you how many of my fans are also in cybersecurity?"


"Oh... hi, Kaelani .Didn't know you were here. I loved you in that film where you punched the guy with a baguette."


"Take it. I value my digital footprint."


"AND STAY OUT OF MY FANTASIES, YOU LITERARY PIRATE!"


"This is officially the best day of my life."


"Next time, we're all hanging out at Luelle's place."


"With this crew? We'd probably burn it down. Accidentally. With a scented candle and Kaelani's playlist."


'Darn it! I'll get them next time and I will get my hand on that diary '.


Chapter 13 - “The Diary Heist: A Sparkly Scandal”