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Face of Herald
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2025-05-20 20:56:28
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Beautiful But Unlucky Morning surprise
Silvia’s POV---My body still hummed from last night.The way Calvin had touched me - no, claimed me - was burned into every inch of my skin. His mouth, his hands, his voice, all of it still lived inside my bones like an echo I couldn’t shake.And I didn’t want to.I sat up, wrapped the robe tighter around me, and padded barefoot toward the scent.Elizabeth was at the kitchen island, pouring champagne into two tall glasses like it was her birthday. Her silk robe was barely tied, her smile stretched wide and real.“You’re up,” she said, eyes glittering. “Finally.”I raised a brow. “And you’re drinking before noon?”She slid a glass toward me. “We’re celebrating.”I tilted my head, reaching for it. “What exactly are we toasting?”Elizabeth held up her phone like a trophy. “Your divorce. It’s official.”I froze mid-sip.“What?”She nodded, grinning. “The final signature came through this morning. The paperwork’s done. Philip is officially out of your life.”I stared at her, stunned. The
Beautiful But Unlucky Paparazzo
Calvin’s POV---The morning light had barely breached the edges of the skyline when my phone exploded on the marble nightstand. Not one call - four, back to back. The kind that signaled crisis.I blinked against the sharp throb behind my eyes and sat up slowly, bare chest still rising with the rhythm of a sleep I’d only barely fallen into. My slacks were still on. I hadn’t even made it to bed properly.Not after her.The scent of her still clung to me. Faint vanilla and something darker. Earthy. Rich. Her body had trembled around my fingers. Her moans still echoed in my ears.Silvia.God, her name tasted like something I wasn’t supposed to want - and wanted anyway.I swiped my phone off the table, exhaling through my nose. I should have known this was coming.Damon Riego – Incoming Call.Hell.I stared at the screen for two full seconds, then answered with a slow, deliberate drag of breath.“Calvin - ”The voice roared before I could speak. A jagged bellow, all fury and patriarchal p
Beautiful But Unlucky Night of the star ball
Silvia’s POV---The towering glass doors of Deva Entertainment loomed ahead. My heels clicked softly against the polished marble floor, echoing with every step I took - sharp, confident, louder than the thoughts whispering in my head.Today wasn’t about second-guessing.It was about becoming.As I walked past the mirrored wall toward the elevator, I caught a flicker in my peripheral vision. A shadow. Tall, still, watching.I turned.Nothing.The hallway was empty, sterile and silent.I shook my head. Probably a reflection. Or my nerves playing tricks.I pressed the elevator button and exhaled slowly, willing the tension to bleed from my spine. By the time the doors opened, I’d tucked the ghost of the shadow deep behind my composure.---Calvin’s office was lit in moody gold, floor-to-ceiling windows soaking up the late afternoon haze. He stood near the far side of the room, back turned, his charcoal suit jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms as he poured himself a glass of
Beautiful But Unlucky Say Yes
Anora sipped her mimosa like a queen watching a royal scandal unfold. Charlotte sat to my right, leaning on her elbow, sunglasses perched on her head, while Sarah absently stirred honey into her chamomile tea, her soft eyes flitting between the group.And me?I sat quietly in the middle of it all, the folder still vivid in my mind even though it wasn’t in my hands anymore.“You’ve got to say yes,” Charlotte said bluntly, stabbing her salad like it had personally offended her. “It’s Herald. Global. Once-in-a-lifetime.”Anora nodded, swirling the liquid in her flute. “And let’s be honest - no one could have carried that shoot like you did. Not even Julien in her pre-filler era.”Sarah smiled sweetly. “You have something few of us have. It’s not just beauty. The camera sees it.”I bit my lip, fingers grazing the edge of my linen napkin. “It’s just… fast. Everything’s happening fast. I’m still catching my breath.”“Silvia,” Anora said gently, “you got to this point by your hardwork and ta
Beautiful But Unlucky prying secrets
The folder pressed against my chest like it held not just a contract - but the weight of my rebirth. I stepped out of Calvin’s office, breath shallow, heart a hurricane behind my ribs.The door clicked shut behind me, but his words echoed louder than ever.“I didn’t defend you today as your employer”.God.The way his voice grew huskier, like he was about to lose control - like a beast hounding his territory. If I had stayed a second more, my legs would have turned to mush.He's your boss Silvia, no shenanigans. Your heart can't be doing flips just because he cares for you in a way no one else does, or the way he stares at you like…No, no, noThe hallway outside was emptier now. The crowd had dispersed. Only Reynold remained, leaning casually against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his sharp suit a perfect contrast to the stormy expression on his face.“Hey,” he said, straightening the moment he saw me. “You okay?”I gave him a half-smile. “Depends on your definition.” My legs were
Beautiful But Unlucky Decisions
The room hadn’t breathed since Calvin said my name.“Silvia Moretti,”And just like that, my world shifted.I sat there, still reeling, every nerve in my body lighting up, pulsing with disbelief and something hotter… sharper… something like pride. But I couldn’t absorb it fast enough, couldn’t even feel the moment, because the hush that followed the announcement broke in an instant.With her voice.Julien.Of course.Her laugh cracked like ice splitting glass. “Well, of course she got the spot,” she said, rising to her feet, arms crossed and venom laced into every syllable. “It’s amazing what happens when you sleep with the right people.”The words were bullets. Not subtle. Not veiled.The entire room gasped like a synchronized choir of the shocked and the stunned.For a second, I couldn’t move.Then, slowly, I stood.A part of me wanted to ignore her, she was just a wounded animal, nothing more. But then another part of me wanted to see whether my Devant heels could fit down her thro
Beautiful But Unlucky Face of Herald
Three days after the last beach shoot, I found myself lying on my bed in nothing but a towel, my skin still warm from a long, indulgent shower and my muscles humming with exhaustion. The city buzzed beyond the glass windows, but I lay cocooned in silence, my hair damp against the pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling.My mind refused to settle.It played a highlight reel of the past week on loop - shot after shot, sand in my mouth, wind in my hair, camera clicks, Reynold’s steady touch, Charlotte’s offhanded remarks, Julien’s venom. But mostly… Calvin’s eyes.His presence.Every time I faltered during the campaign, every time my confidence slipped, he was there. Silent. Watchful. Burning.A pause had been called on the Herald shoot after three relentless days, and Justin had declared a week-long break for Reynold and me. I welcomed it with shaky arms and sore thighs. And yet, rest had done little to calm the storm inside me.Today was supposed to be about the Star Ball. Elizabeth had been
Beautiful But Unlucky Ride home
The shoot ended with the sun dipping low into the sea, casting honeyed light across the set and painting everything in gold. I stood barefoot in the sand, my legs aching from hours of movement, my body damp with seawater and satisfaction. The salt clung to my skin, the wind teased loose strands of my hair, but none of it mattered.Because I had done it.I had survived it. And more than that - I had owned it.The buzz of the crew around me was a blur. Laughter, clinking equipment, distant splashes of the retreating tide… it all melted into the background when I saw Calvin walking toward us.His steps were slow, precise, purposeful - as if the sand had no right to shift beneath him. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His jaw was set like carved granite, eyes unreadable beneath lashes too thick to be fair.I felt myself straighten without realizing.“You were remarkable,” he said simply, gaze flickering over me and Reynold.“T
Beautiful But Unlucky First shoot
The night before the shoot, my nerves were a delicate wire strung tight inside my chest. Every breath pulled it thinner. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, the script in my hand now soft at the edges from how often I’d touched it.“Freedom,” I whispered, pacing slowly, letting the words bleed into the silence. “Not bottled. Not borrowed. Mine.”The line should’ve rolled off my tongue like silk, but it still felt like sand - rough, uncertain.Was I ready for this?A soft knock broke through my thoughts.“Come in,” I called.Elizabeth stepped inside, balancing a tray with a small plate of cookies and two cups of herbal tea. She looked like home - sweatpants, no makeup, hair tied up in a messy bun. But the moment she saw the tension on my face, her smile gentled even more.“I brought sugar therapy,” she said, placing the tray on my dresser and flopping onto the bed like she’d claimed it years ago.I chuckled and sat beside her. The cookies smelled like almond and cinnamon - our child
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