LOGINBryce didn’t realize he had slowed down, and had stopped breathing for a moment, until he completely stopped.Everything else blurred out completely for a second. The only thing, only person he could see, was his wife.One of the stylists who was working on Kimberly noticed him first and quickly stepped aside, and that made Kimberly catch the shift.She turned, and their eyes met instantly. They got locked in a staring competition until Cindy’s voice broke through.“Ow, ow! Mr. CEO finally decided to come check on his wife.” she leaned down and whispered in Kimberly's ears, then straightened, arms folded with a teasing grin as she took turns to look at both Bryce and Kimberly.Kimberly chuckled softly.Bryce then walked closer, ignoring Cindy completely as usual.“You’re here early,” Kimberly said.“Had to make sure everything runs perfectly,” he replied, his eyes not leaving her.“And?” she asked lightly.Bryce's gaze dipped for a second, then came back to her face.“Everything’s set
The city felt different that morning of the next day at the agency.Everywhere was loud, every activity moving quite faster than usual. Everything just felt alive in a way that hinted something big was about to happen.By the time Bryce’s car pulled into the agency grounds, the place was already buzzing seriously.The agency staff moved in coordinated chaos. Trucks lined the back entrance, unloading equipment. Assistants of different departments rushed past with headsets and clipboards, calling out instructions. While the security stood at every major point, scanning badges and controlling access, making sure no one entered without being authorized.This wasn’t just another show in the company, this was Harrington’s show, the biggest of the year.Bryce stepped out of the car, adjusting his cufflinks as his sharp gaze swept over everything in seconds.Nothing escaped him for a blink of an eye. From the slight delay at the loading bay, to the misaligned stage panel near the entrance. Ev
The night had settled quietly over the city by the time Kimberly finished her bath.The room was filled with the scent of her shampoo and steam when she stepped out onto the balcony, barefoot, wrapped in a soft silk robe. The cool evening air greeted her immediately, brushing against her damp skin, lifting the ends of her hair as if trying to whisper something to her.She rested her forearms against the railing.Below, the city glittered.Cars moved like slow streams of light. Buildings blinked and shimmered. Somewhere in the distance, laughter floated up from a rooftop gathering. Everything looked alive, and certain.But she? She didn’t feel certain at all.All her mind had been occupied with was tomorrow.It had been years since she last stood on a runway. Years since cameras—real runway cameras flashed in her face. Years since she walked with that controlled confidence that once came so naturally.She used to own it. But did she still now?She had absolutely no freaking idea.Her f
Clara didn’t speak to anyone after she stormed out of the rehearsal hall, fury radiating from her. Throughout the rest of the day, she refused to engage with anyone or even participate in rehearsals.In the dressing room, she slowly took off her heels, rubbing the faint red marks around her ankles. It was already dusk, yet the agency was still filled with laughter and other activities that hinted at what tomorrow would hold. But all of that felt distant to her, completely muted.She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her perfect hair, flawless posture, and overall polished image.A sigh escaped her lips as she looked away.By the time she left the building, night had settled over the city—a quiet, glowing night that made everything appear beautiful from the outside.The ride home in her car was silent.She rested her head against the window, watching streetlights blur past. Tomorrow was meant to be hers: the finale walk, the cameras, and the applause that should have bee
The moment they stepped into the agency building a few minutes later, the energy hit them, reminding them of exactly where they were.It was total chaos in here, a stark contrast to the quiet mall they had left just few minutes ago.This was the agency's biggest show, of course. So every noise, argument and seriousness was expected. No one wanted to fumble tomorrow for any reason whatsoever.Kimberly barely made it three steps inside before that familiar voice she knew too well asked, “Where have you been? I've been waiting!”Vanessa. Of course it was always Vanessa.She stormed toward them with her tablet in hand, headset on, her black blazer sharp enough to bruise someone's skin if made contact with. Her eyes dragged over Kimberly from head to toe.“I like that glowing face,” she said without even holding it back. “Make sure to keep it that way, especially for tomorrow.”“You're in for it.” Cindy's lips curved to a corner as she leaned in and whispered to Kimberly.Kimberly snorted.
Bryce didn’t even realize he’d said it out loud until Landon shot him a mocking look.“Wow,” Landon muttered. “Is this really the ice man I've always known?”Bryce ignored him completely and moved closer to Kimberly with such a slow move, like one wrong step might shatter whatever spell had settled over the room.“Kimberly,” he said quietly. “You look… fuck.” he ran his hand through his hair, eyes fixed on Kimberly body as he ravaged her completely.The urge to grab her right now, and kiss the hell out of her, knock every airhole she possessed, almost took control of him. But he held himself together, not wanting to look like a freak.But maybe he wouldn't stop himself from being a freak when they get home today.That dress woke something in he never knew existed within him.And damn anyone looking at him right now. He didn't care at all. As a matter of fact, there was no one else in the room except Kimberly. She was the only person he could see, everyone else was a complete blur.Kim
The next day morning, Bryce’s car pulled into the Agency's building and slid smoothly into his private parking spot.He didn’t step out right away. He simply sat in there for a little longer, the low hum of the engine being the only sound, before finally killing it and opening the door.Movements f
“Princess,” Bryce called softly, nudging Keira’s shoulder, “Why don’t you go grab your storybook? You can show your Mom the new one you picked last night.” Keira hesitated, glancing between her mom and dad, then she nodded and slid off his lap. “Okay!” As soon as her tiny footsteps disappeared d
The morning light of the next pushed softly through the curtains, seeping in slowly. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving everything washed and strangely gentle, as if the world itself knew better than to interrupt them today.Bryce walked down the hallway with two cups of coffee, t
The smile on his face still disappear, it lingered for a long while. Because whether or not he knew when it started, he loved it. Every bit of it. And he wanted more of those soft, ridiculous, strangely warm mornings. He was about to take another sip of the tea when his phone started ringing. The







