LOGINI took another slow sip of my champagne.The cool, sparkling liquid slid down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging beneath my skin.Carefully, I lowered the glass onto the table. My fingers trembled so badly that the crystal stem clicked softly against the surface.Tarzan hadn't spoken a single word.He sat beside me, his attention fixed on his phone, his expression unreadable. For some reason, that disappointed me more than I wanted to admit.Maybe… I should say something first. Maybe I was expecting too much.Just as I gathered the courage to speak, my phone buzzed inside my clutch.I frowned and slipped it open.A message.From Tarzan.My head snapped toward him. Without altering his calm, almost emotionless expression, he moved his lips—barely. I don't know how I caught it so quickly, but I did."Reply to your message."Oh.A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks. My heart stumbled into a frantic rhythm.Maybe this was safer. With cameras everywhere and hundreds of cel
I didn't expect to see my face on the big screen—but there it was, and my breath caught instantly.The camera stopped moving."I think the cameraman gets it. But you better watch your back, man," Tarzan said, and the crowd laughed.A swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach at his words.I had no idea how to react, honestly. I was as red as a tomato, smiling so hard my cheeks ached, my face plastered across the screen for everyone to see."Her?" Jennifer asked with an awkward laugh."Yes, her," he interrupted gently, "the one whose face is the only one I can remember tonight. To me, she is the most beautiful woman in this room. I've been distracted ever since I stepped onstage and my eyes landed on her."The crowd cheered again."Wait a minute, Silver. Wasn't she your date for tonight?" Jennifer pressed.His eyes never left me."Really? Damn. I'm a lucky man."The crowd roared and whispers rippled through the room.I covered my mouth, dying inside.Tarzan was still looking at me—and
Taking a slow breath, I turned my attention back to the stage. The award presentation was about to begin. A famous actress stepped gracefully into the spotlight, smiling brilliantly as she approached the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, "please welcome our award presenters... Silver Adams and Jennifer West." Thunderous applause erupted through the hall. The massive screen immediately switched to the two celebrities as they made their way toward the stage. Jennifer smiled brightly and extended her hand toward Tarzan, clearly expecting him to escort her. He never noticed. Or perhaps... He simply ignored it. Without breaking stride, Tarzan continued walking, maintaining a polite distance between them. Jennifer's smile faltered for the briefest second. An awkward flicker crossed her face before she gracefully withdrew her hand and continued beside him as though nothing had happened. The cameras caught everything. "Hello everyone," Jennifer said seductively i
"Lena." Someone called my name. I turned instinctively and found Celeste weaving through the rows toward me. The moment I saw her, my face lit up. Relief and happiness washed over me. Seeing a familiar face in the middle of such a glamorous, overwhelming event made me feel a little less out of place. "Girl..." she hissed excitedly as she slid into the empty seat beside me, her eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. "Do you have any idea what's happening on social media?" she whispered, covering her mouth with one hand to keep the cameras from reading her lips. "The internet is absolutely losing its mind! 'Silver Adam's Mystery Woman' is trending everywhere!" Realizing why she was hiding her lips, I quickly mirrored her movements before replying. "What?" I whispered back, my eyes widening. "Are you serious?" Without another word, she shoved her phone in front of my face. Sure enough, the first thing on the screen was a stunning photograph of Tarzan and me on the red
I stared after him as he disappeared with the man.I hope you win them all, Tarzan. And also come back soon because I'm about to combust from anxiety.Soon after, drinks were served, and the ceremony began.I sat there alone, unsure of what to do or how to relax. Everyone around me looked like they belonged here—each face at the table screamed wealth in a dozen different ways. Their elegant body language and gestures was something I can't pull off, however I did my best to blend in.A popular musician performed on a grand piano, the melody so soft and beautiful that I found myself drifting into memories of the good times with Tarzan. The way he'd laugh. The way he'd pull me close. The way his hand-Nope. Not now, brain. Not in public.Absentmindedly, I toyed with the necklace he'd given me blushing at those naughty times—until I looked up and saw my face plastered on the big screen.I glitched in surprise and covered my mouth.Laughter rippled through the hall.Apparently, a camera
LENA'S POVHonestly, I can't express how excited I felt being led to the exclusive table by Tarzan.I hadn't expected his encouraging words—or the way he's been treating me ever since he walked into that dressing room. Not after he'd asked me to leave the hospital without even glancing at my face like I was a piece of furniture he was done with.I'd almost lost hope. But I'm glad I didn't give up on us.Because right now? He's looking at me like I'm the only woman in a room full of supermodels.I stole a glance at him.It feels like he's back. My Tarzan. The one who used to make my knees weak just by breathing in my direction."Lena?"His voice interrupted as he pulled out a chair for me at the front table of the event. The front table. As in, people would actually see me here.I blinked. "Oh... thank you."I settled in, my heart racing as I took in the main hall. It was enormous, dripping with luxury—chandeliers hung like cascades of crystals, velvet curtains that framed the win
I sighed and glanced down at the plate of food in front of me. Honestly, it looked incredible. The fried rice was perfectly golden, the skewers glistened, and the vegetable salad looked fresh and crisp. My mouth watered. But I didn't reach for it. He was already eating, taking slow bites withou
“I'm not stupid enough to fall for a man who would abuse me,” I said, my fists clenched at my sides. “He was the sweetest man ever.” “Was.” “Is!” His face remained unreadable. “So where did those marks come from?” I rubbed my neck. “Probably a reaction to the new body cream I bought.” “I see,
LENA’S POV I woke up the next morning with an unbearable ache in my stomach. I groaned and rolled over, but it only made the pain worse. My mind was already racing. *How am I supposed to work like this?* *How am I going to cook for Mitch? He’ll be furious if breakfast isn’t ready before he
"Lena, you are crying.." His voice came softly through the darkness. I held my breath. How could he have heard me? I had been so careful. "Thinking about him? I told you I’ll take you back home tomorrow. I won’t hold you against your will. You should rest. It’s been a rough day for you." He sp







