LOGIN"What? No way!"I forced another laugh, waving my hands in front of me like I could someone distract them with it."Lena, we need an explanation. Hannah's theory makes a lot of sense," Nora said."I think you guys are reading way too much into this. First of all, Silver Adams is a famous model. He's in magazines. He's on billboards. My Tarzan is just a regular guy who happens to be handsome. That's it. Second—the Paris Gala? Please. I was home that night. That wasn't me!"Hannah didn't blink. She just rotated her phone slowly, letting everyone at the table see the full image."Are you guys doubting this is Lena? You're telling us this woman isn't you and that man is not your obsessive boyfriend?"Obsessive....In the picture, I was posing in yesterday's outfit, standing beside Tarzan,who had his eyes on me while I served fac at the camera.Honestly I was proud at how good I was at hiding my nervousness."I… I don't know how to explain that," I stammered. "Photoshop? Doppelgänger? Ther
Jessie took another bite and groaned in pure satisfaction. “This is amazing. Every single bite is perfect.” “The seasoning… the texture… everything is balanced,” Hannah murmured. Then she looked at me with a teasing smile. “I officially forgive you for making us wait.” The table erupted in laughter. Nora scooped another generous helping onto her plate. “Also, it would’ve been even better if he’d used rosemary in this one.” “I told you not to judge him too harshly."I reminded her. “Oh, we’re judging him fairly,” Nora replied. “He’s close to certified-chef level. Our official verdict is that you need to keep him forever.” Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "And don't forget the fact that he’s already handsome.” “The man can cook like a genius,” Nora finished. Jessie laughed. “I already feel jealous for your future kids. They’re going to be the luckiest children ever,”Nora said. “Imagine having a mom who’s an incredible baker and a dad who cooks like a culinary genius.” “I
LENA’S POV**NEW LOCATION: PARIS** The moment I pushed open the bedroom door, I knew I was in trouble. The second I stepped into the living room, Nora, Hannah, and Jessie were already waiting—arms crossed in perfect synchronization, three pairs of eyes locked on me with that unmistakable look that said *we’ve been waiting, and we are not amused*.I made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chili chips (my emotional-support snack for exactly the upcoming interrogation), and slid onto the empty couch opposite them. “What?” I asked, trying for innocent. Nora arched one eyebrow. “Don’t ‘what’ us, Lena. You kept us sitting here for hours like abandoned puppies while you were off doing God-knows-what.” “Hours is an exaggeration,” I muttered, tearing open the bag. “It was like… forty-five minutes. Tops.” Jessie leaned forward, her messy bun wobbling. “Forty-five minutes of our lives we’ll never get back. I could’ve been at home, napping. I love napping.” Hannah n
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Ricardo waited until her breathing deepened, then quietly slipped from the bed.He moved silently into his study, where his assistant was already waiting with his phone.He took the device and dialed a number."My lord...""What’s the situation?" Ricardo asked, his voice low and cold. "Has Tarzan been eliminated?""My lord… we’ve had no sighting of him since the gala yesterday. We're still searching.""Nothing should happen to my daughter," Ricardo said, each word laced with quiet menace. "Make no mistakes."After ending the call, he exhaled heavily and scrolled through his gallery until he found an old photograph: himself standing beside Tarzan’s father."I’m sorry, old friend," he whispered to the image. "But your son has been consumed by rage and hatred for this family. By now, Lena must have told him she’s my daughter. He’ll try to hurt her to get to me. He believes I killed you and your wife. I am sorry—but I will do anything to save my daughter from your son, even if it means wi
NEW LOCATION: USARosa woke to the weight of Ricardo’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The time zone still several hours behind Paris.“How was your night, Mi amor?” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.“I had a bad dream,” Rosa murmured.Ricardo sat up immediately, concern sharpening his features. “A bad dream about what, my love?”She hesitated, then spoke softly.“I dreamt of Lena… She was lost in the middle of a vast desert. I called out to her, but she couldn’t recognize me. She was wearing a torn, dirty outfit like a homeless woman, her body covered in deep bruises that made my own chest ache. I tried to reach her, but a violent tornado appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back.”Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at him.“You were there too. You were shouting my name from behind me, leading an army of soldiers with an entire kingdom at your back. ‘Rosa, I’m coming for you!’ But I wasn’t interested i
MITCH’S POV What the hell is wrong with her, just walking out like that? She has never left the house because she was angry. Never. Who the fuck is feeding her this attitude? Could it be that so-called “friend” from the café — her co-worker? I won’t tolerate this shit. She can be as angry as sh
"So when I grow older, then I can marry you?" She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. I will also grow into an old woman. You don't want to marry an old lady, right?" She demonstrated, shaking her hand. "The old lady is you." "Yes, but..." "Yes, I will marry her." "Eww... It's... um.
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh
I jerked back, pulse thudding in my ears. His hand froze mid-air, then dropped slowly, though his intense eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have asked first. May I touch your hair?” “No! Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” His gaze moved over my







