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Chapter 93

作者: AMIRACLE22
last update 公開日: 2026-07-17 21:46:18

The whole campaign launched and ended quietly.

At least, that was what Maisön Étoile intended.

There was no extravagant premiere or countdown. The first photographs simply appeared across the brand's official platforms one Tuesday morning, accompanied by a short caption introducing the anniversary collection.

By noon, the internet had done the rest.

I woke to dozens of notifications waiting on my phone.

Most came from Zurich's communications team.

Others were from fashion magazines reques
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  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 94

    The days that followed barely gave me enough time to notice where one city ended and another began. One morning, I was in Paris for a jewelry editorial. The next evening, I was already boarding a flight to Copenhagen for a private presentation hosted by one of Maisön Étoile's long-time clients. Somewhere in between, Zurich's management informed me that three additional luxury brands had requested meetings before the year ended. I had stopped counting the interviews. Stopped counting the flights. Stopped counting how many hotel rooms I had temporarily called home. The pace was exhausting. Yet strangely... I found comfort in it. Every schedule waiting on my desk meant I was moving forward. Every campaign reminded me why I had accepted Zurich's offer. There was no room to hesitate anymore. Only room to improve. "You've become impossible to book." My manager smiled as he handed me another itinerary one afternoon. "We've started declining projects." I looked up from my tab

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 93

    The whole campaign launched and ended quietly. At least, that was what Maisön Étoile intended. There was no extravagant premiere or countdown. The first photographs simply appeared across the brand's official platforms one Tuesday morning, accompanied by a short caption introducing the anniversary collection. By noon, the internet had done the rest. I woke to dozens of notifications waiting on my phone. Most came from Zurich's communications team. Others were from fashion magazines requesting interviews, photographers asking for availability, and international publications hoping to feature the campaign in their editorials. My assistant stood beside the breakfast table with a tablet in one hand and an apologetic smile. "I think today will be busy." "I anticipated." She turned the screen toward me. The first image filled the display. Azeirah and I sat on opposite ends of an old wooden balcony overlooking Stockholm's harbor. None of us looked at the camera. She was reading a

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 92

    The cursor blinked beneath Xavier's last message, waiting for an answer I couldn't seem to give. But there's something you should know. I read it again. Then again. For months, I had trained myself not to ask questions about the Philippines. Every article I refused to read, every missed call I ignored, every memory I pushed away had been part of a decision I believed was necessary. I left because I wanted to survive. And surviving meant refusing to look back. Yet now... A single message from my brother had managed to shake a certainty I had spent months building. I exhaled slowly and rested my elbows against the kitchen counter. Outside, Zurich continued its quiet evening. Trams glided past illuminated streets while distant conversations drifted upward from cafés below. Life here had become familiar. It become comfortable and predictable. Exactly the kind of life I had worked so hard to build. So why did one message make it feel fragile? I unlocked my phone aga

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 91

    The campaign launched on a quiet Thursday morning. By noon, it was everywhere. The first images appeared on Maison Étoile's official platforms. Azeirah and I stood together on a rain-soaked balcony, wrapped in oversized wool coats, our foreheads nearly touching as if silence alone was enough conversation. Another photograph followed. We were sitting across from each other in a small kitchen, sharing coffee before sunrise. The campaign wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. It was ordinary. And somehow, that was exactly what people loved. The comments multiplied by the minute. "I've never seen chemistry this effortless." "They don't even have to touch." "Tell me they're together." "You can't fake looking at someone like that." I closed my phone before I reached the next page. It didn't matter. I already knew where it was heading. By the following afternoon, entertainment pages had begun stitching together every public appearance Azeirah and I had made over the p

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 90

    The campaign slowly stopped feeling like work. Not because it became easier. If anything, Maisön Étoile only demanded more from us as filming progressed.The expectations grew higher with every completed scene. The directors no longer corrected where my hands rested or how long I should maintain eye contact.Instead, they asked questions."What would Ena do here?""What would Azeirah do?"Not our characters. Us.They wanted pieces of our personalities to quietly find their way into the campaign. Authenticity, they called it. People could always recognize the difference between something rehearsed and something lived.I was beginning to understand what they meant.-Stockholm welcomed us with pale mornings and streets lined with old stone buildings.The first outdoor sequence required us to spend nearly twelve hours moving between different locations; A bookstore, a flower market, a quiet café overlooking the river.By the end of the afternoon, everyone looked exhausted, except Azeirah

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 89

    The campaign had not even been released yet. But somehow, people had already become invested in the story behind it.It started with entertainment articles across Europe. Then fashion blogs and magazines.Within days, the headlines had crossed continents. Even the Philippines wasn't spared.One morning, while I was waiting for my makeup artist to finish preparing the next look, my assistant walked over with a tablet in her hands."I thought you should see this."I accepted it. Several articles filled the screen.Filipina Supermodel Ena Garden Spotted Frequently With European Star Azeirah Blakesön.Who Is The Woman Always Beside Azeirah Blakesön?International Campaign Sparks Curiosity Among Filipino Fans.I scrolled quietly. Most of the photographs were harmless.Azeirah and I in coffee shops, bookstores. Walking beside each other after rehearsals. Looking through mood boards while laughing at something the camera hadn't captured.Someone had even taken a picture of us waiting for the

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 65

    I didn’t realize how tired I was until I closed the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place felt heavier than usual, like my body finally understood that I was safe enough to let go. My shoulders sagged, and for a moment, I just stood there in the entryway, breathing. The lights

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-02

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 67

    The morning felt heavier than usual. Not in a bad way—just charged. Like something important was about to happen, even if nothing outwardly dramatic was planned. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, fixing my hair, then undoing it, then fixing it again. I changed tops twice befor

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-02

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chatper 63

    I didn’t tell Aria right away.Not because I was hiding it—just because saying it out loud made it real. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that yet.The message from my mother sat unread for most of the morning, even as I moved around the house preparing for my day. I showered longer than usual, st

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-01

  • ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION   Chapter 64

    The restaurant smelled like polished wood and restraint. Everything about the place felt deliberate—the muted lighting, the neatly spaced tables, the low hum of conversations that never rose above polite murmurs. It was the kind of place my mother favored. Somewhere appearances mattered more than

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-01
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