LOGINThe next morning, Lena woke earlier than usual. It was her first official day as Tarzan's manager.By the time he arrived, she was already waiting in front of her building.When Tarzan's car pulled into the driveway, he frowned slightly in surprise—he hadn't expected her to be there before him.His gaze swept over her appearance. Lena was dressed in a simple, plain knee-length gown, with minimal makeup and her hair neatly tied back.Just as she reached for the car door, Tarzan stepped out first. Lena's eyes sparkled at the sight of him in a light pink shirt—then drifted to the large shopping bag in his hand.Without a word, he held it out to her."Here," he said. "If you're going to be my manager, you have to dress like one."Lena blinked, then accepted the bag with both hands. "Oh... okay."With that, she turned and headed back inside to change, while Tarzan leaned against the side of his car, rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.Once in her room, she opened the bag and pulled
Diana’s voice continued.“Now I pitied him. His obsession with you isn’t healthy… and it’s not something that can easily be explained. We all have our demons—those little things that loosen the screws in our heads. That first week, he literally went insane. Some nights I had to stay with him. I’m telling you frankly, he went four days without sleep. The only thing that eventually helped him pass out was… masturbating.” She paused. “Don’t ask me who he pictured.”Diana exhaled slowly before continuing.“When even that stopped working, he started drawing your face every morning the moment he woke up—like he was terrified of forgetting a single detail. At some point, he turned to drugs. That was when I stopped recognizing him. He got addicted and changed totally...his emotions was hardly seen on his face. He lost lot of projects because of that."Lena’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles ached. Diana went on. “This strong young man who survived watching his own parents murd
Back at the apartment, Lena hadn’t moved from her spot. The food on the table had gone cold, and the heavy silence pressed in on her from every corner of the room. Finally, she stood, her legs shaky beneath her, and began clearing the dishes with mechanical movements. *Why did I push so hard?* she thought, rinsing a plate under the scalding water. *He’s right… it’s his life. But I can’t just stand by and watch him destroy himself.* A new, uneasy thought slipped in: *Maybe he already found a new manager. That would explain why he didn’t answer when I said I accepted the offer.* Her phone buzzed sharply on the counter. Her heart lurched. She rushed over, nearly knocking over a glass. A message from Silver Adams. "Tomorrow. 8 a.m. Studio briefing. I’ll come pick you up." Lena stared at the screen, her pulse stuttering. *So I’m really starting tomorrow?* *That means he’s my boss now.* She picked up the phone with trembling fingers and typed back a simple reply. **Lena
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Tarzan clicked the unlock button on his car, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut.The engine roared to life as he pulled away, beginning the drive home.One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other propped up his head, his elbow planted on the driver's-side armrest.His cheek leaned against his fist, half-lidded eyes fixed lazily on the road ahead.He looked more bored than bothered, as though the argument he'd just walked away from hadn't affected him in the slightest.*It's been a whole damn year... and she suddenly shows up again, acting like nothing ever happened.*His jaw tightened ever so slightly.*The penthouse she lives in screams money. The only reasonable explanation is that she's Ricardo's daughter-in-law*His grip on the steering wheel tightened.His wireless earpiece chimed, slicing through the silence."What?"Tarzan answered, his voice flat."Don't 'what' me," Mr. Reynolds snapped, his irritation crackling through the line."Where th
Tarzan raised an eyebrow.*She really wrote them down? I guess she is still as adorable as always*His eyes were on her lips as she continued."And number two..you should not..".He cuts in“Why shouldn't I smoke or do drugs?” She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes fixed on her notes to avoid his piercing gaze. “How can you ask that so nonchalantly? Because drugs are bad for your health. You’re only twenty-four—you’re going to start having organ problems before you even hit thirty. And worse, you’re a public figure. You have to be more careful about the life you’re living. I… I really don’t know if I could handle all of that as your manager.” “You’re talking about my private life. That’s none of your business,” he interrupted coolly. Lena looked up and met his eyes. There was no emotion in them. “But as your manager… it is my responsibility to be involved in your private life.” “Let me make this clear. I need a manager who answers to my senior boss, handles sponsors, and takes ca
“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?”He said it with a smile, which only confused me more.The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke.“What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, ge
I felt a surge of encouragement from Mitch’s soft gesture the night before. It gave me the strength to jump up from the chair, ignoring my exhaustion. I decided to finish the icing and cake decorations before five in the morning. I worked quickly, then rested for a bit with my phone beside me. Wh
I removed the lingerie and carried my heavy legs to the bathroom to take a bath before cooking something to eat.A bath will calm my nerves a little, I told myself.I turned on the bathroom light and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, just as I had expected. The makeup was ruined—bl
The silence after my outburst was deafening.Mitch hadn’t moved.He was still standing by the door with one hand on the handle, staring at me in a way that made me instantly regret my outburst.I had never raised my voice like that before.So I understood his reaction.I shouldn’t have yelled. It w







