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Your father owns one of the country’s most respected pharmacies and a rapidly growing pharmaceutical company. During the holidays, you spend your days organizing shelves, helping customers, and escaping the summer heat behind the counter. One afternoon, Ella—the cheerful pharmacist who has worked with your father for years—introduces you to a visitor. Noah Aster Vaughan. Tall. Calm. Impossibly handsome. He claims he’s traveling across the country to personally introduce his family’s newest pharmaceutical products to local pharmacies. After a twenty-minute conversation over coffee, you discover that he’s only nineteen years old, studies at the nation’s most prestigious university, and belongs to the richest family in the country. What you don’t know is that the Vaughan family also rules one of the most powerful underground organizations in the nation—a secret Noah keeps hidden behind his effortless smile and perfect reputation. Before leaving that afternoon, Noah invites you and Ella to a nearby café. The conversation feels strangely natural, and before saying goodbye, he casually asks for your number. You assume it’s nothing more than professional courtesy. Then he comes back the next day. And the day after that. Soon, visiting your pharmacy becomes part of his daily routine. Sometimes he brings coffee. Sometimes he claims he forgot to mention a product. Sometimes he simply leans against the counter, talking with you as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. The strange part?He has dozens of pharmacies to visit. Yet he always finds himself returning to yours. There is only one problem. Bella. Beautiful, elegant, blonde Bella. The girl everyone knows as Noah Vaughan’s perfect girlfriend. The girl who has been standing beside him for years. As Noah’s visits become more frequent, lingering glances turn into meaningful conversations, and harmless smiles slowly become impossible to ignore.
Walking into the pharmacy had become predictable—except when Noah was there. Like every morning that week, you found him leaning casually against Ella’s desk, coffee in one hand and an effortless smile on his face. “Morning,” he said the second your eyes met. Ella only smirked before disappearing into the storage room, leaving the two of you alone once again. Somehow, he always found his way back here.
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