Novel-novel oleh Vane Core

Brielle’s POV."You're out of your mind," I snapped, ignoring the quick tightening of Director Ford’s chest as he watched the billionaire father beside us."Try me," Chase answered, his voice dropping into that dangerously quiet register that cut right through the hum of the air conditioner.John Kensington folded his arms, his cold grey eyes sweeping over me with clear distaste before settling back on his son. "Chase, this is absurd. The girl is a liability. You drop a lawsuit on her agency, let the legal team pull her credentials, and clear your name.""My name isn't getting cleared by a lawsuit, Dad," Chase said, not once breaking eye contact with me. "The picture is out. The internet already has it. A public lawsuit just makes me look defensive. Keeping her on a leash makes me look in control."Nate stepped up from the leather sofa, adjusting his jacket cuff. "He's right, Mr. Kensington. If she's fired, she can spin her own story to the tabloids. If she stays on as Chase's persona

Brielle’s POV.I stared at my phone screen, watching the view count on the scandal article tick up by the thousands every single second. *The Ice King or Ice Baby?* The image attached was unmistakable, it was the high-definition, meticulously color-corrected shot of Chase Kensington crying in the corner of the rink. The exact file I had saved in my password-protected, private folder just hours ago.My knees gave out slightly, and I grabbed the edge of a high-top table to steady myself."Trash," Chase’s voice echoed in my head, sharper than any blade. "You are nothing but a piece of trash.""I didn't do it," I whispered into the noise of the crowd, though nobody was listening.I shoved my phone into my leather jacket, slung my heavy camera bag over my shoulder, and shoved my way through the sea of dancing bodies toward the exit. The chill New Jersey night air hit my face like a slap, but I barely felt it. I sprinted toward the parking lot, looking for Chase’s sleek sports car, but the

Brielle's POVWhen I got home that night, I opened the folder in which I saved the picture for the first time since I took it. I wanted to edit it before deleting it. When I saw the picture, my heart melted. It was a very beautiful picture. Chase's eyes were a warm blue, like a calm sea at night. The vulnerability and shock in his eyes made him even look more human rather than the idol that everyone adored him to be. This right here was evidence of a man who had put in all his effort and hard work into his career to get to where he was, whether his father was the owner of the club or not.I finished editing it after midnight and thought about sending it to him. But I was sure he would hate it if I did so, so I decided to leave it in my private folder. I deleted it from every other folder, made sure that even the agency wouldn't have access to it. Only I would have access to it in that folder. I turned off my computer and went to sleep. The next day, everybody was chanting in the are

Brielle's POV“I haven't published them, have I?” I asked him. “It doesn't matter. I just want it off your camera.”“I'm sorry, I cannot do that.”With that, I turned to walk away, but his teammates showed up. “She's the photographer,” a blonde dude asked. When Chase didn't respond, they figured it was me. “He has offered to pay you, right?” One of them asked. I recognized him as Nate Bryant. He was the second best.“So why not delete it off your system and get the money?” Nate asked.“Because I am with the press. I will not collect money just for you all to have your way.”I walked away from there quickly before they could see how badly I was shaking. I knew I seemed haughty, but I just couldn't help it. I thought about leaving, but I could not let everything be in vain. This was my highest-paying contract so far, and it was something that excited my parents when I told them about it. So, I decided that for the next few days, I was going to spend my time studying Chase Kensingt

Brielle’s POVThe next day, I woke up hungover because I had stayed up last night drinking heavily to shut out the pain I felt. Paige had gotten wind of what happened and had called last night to tell me how disappointed she was that I couldn't keep my rebellious nature in check.“I’ll talk to Ford for you,” she had said before hanging up.I sighed. I was only trying to help her, and this was what I got for it. No doubt it was my fault for almost ruining our career, but I was already fired, wasn't I? Now that I had no job anymore, I didn't know what to do with my life. Finding a new job in New Jersey was not as easy as it seemed, but I hoped to get one soon. This was the time I missed my parents. As an only child, they would have been comforting me by now if I were to be in California with them. I sighed wistfully. This was one of the disadvantages of adulthood.My phone rang and I reluctantly got out of the bed to check who was calling. Immediately I saw who it was, I sat up despite

Brielle’s POV “Come with me right fucking now,” he said, as he walked through the door into an enclosed space. I looked left and right, hoping that someone would come to my rescue. However, it seemed like no one saw us. So I gulped and went in with him. His back was turned when I got there. And up close, his back looked so intimidating. This was Chase Kensington. I was standing in the same room as everyone’s idol!Alone…“Hi,” I said.He turned to me, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at how ethereal he looked up close. Despite being a tall girl myself, he towered over me by several inches. Judging from my five feet eleven inches self, he seemed to be about six foot three. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his hair was just perfect. His chiseled jaw and full red lips matched his facial structure and made me want to... “Hey!” he yelled. I flinched and looked up at him. “Sorry,” I whispered. Now all traces of tears had vanished from his face. His eyes only held ange