LOGINLena's friends watched from their front-row seats, already hating on the models who had overtaken her. But then another model appeared, followed by another, all dressed like white swans. Jessie's jaw dropped. "Okay, they did my girl dirty! Can they at least let her have her moment? What is this? Some kind of campaign for Black Swan or something?" She gestured incredulously at the runway. "Maybe it's just part of the show," Nora suggested. "I think so, too, because Lena is dressed like their queen," Hannah added, her eyes fixed on the runway. "Well, I hope you guys are right, because if this is some kind of setup, I swear I won't forgive the show organizers!" Jessie crossed her arms, looking thoroughly unimpressed. The other guests were equally curious about the strange development. Everyone wanted to know why the models were overtaking Lena so rudely instead of allowing her to finish her moment in the spotlight. And because of the unexpected spectacle, the fashion show was a
Before she had stepped onto the runway, the coordinator had instructed her to smile, which was different from what her coach told her. However, Lena did her best to follow the instructions. She lifted her chin, arranged her lips into a gentle smile, and continued walking. All around the venue, guests began whispering to one another. Others raised their phones, eager to capture the moment. They seem to be very awed with the reveal. From backstage, Olivia and Barbara watched the audience's growing interest in Lena. Olivia's expression darkened. On the other hand, Jean Pierre stood with his arms folded, watching the live broadcast on the enormous screen with a proud smirk. This wasn't the outfit Lena had originally been scheduled to wear. Neither was it the kind of walk she had practised. Everything was moving differently from what she had expected. Still, Lena refused to let her nervousness show. She had worked too hard to get here. The last thing she wanted was to embar
BACKSTAGE "Look at that. What a shame! She's so fat that she can barely fit into the outfit." Olivia sneered. Her friend Barbara, who was also a model, glanced in the direction Olivia was looking. She spotted Lena, who was nervously clenching her fingers as she waited for her turn to walk the runway. "Who are you talking about?" Barbara asked. "The fat whale, of course. There's only one fat whale in this place." Olivia rolled her eyes as though the answer should have been obvious. "That's not nice. How can you call her that? Do you even know her personally? Has she done anything to you?" "Do I have to know her personally to see that she's a fat whale?" Olivia scoffed. "Anyway, I did some research and found out that her parents are ridiculously wealthy. She must have paid a fortune to get included in this show. This industry is becoming so pathetic." Barbara glanced at Lena, taking a moment to admire her appearance before turning back to Olivia. "Personally, I thi
"Guys, look! Isn't that the model we saw last week? Hannah's idol?" Hannah immediately turned in the direction. Ella Gomez was walking gracefully like a princess. Her gown was inspired by a jellyfish, featuring layers of shimmering, ocean-colored organza that floated around her body like underwater tendrils. She carried a transparent umbrella that completed the design, making her look as though she had stepped straight out of an enchanted underwater kingdom. With her small, innocent-looking face and delicate features, long red mermaid hair, Ella looked almost unrealistic. "Oh, yeah. That's the bitch." Jessie whispered .. "She's really pretty, I must confess. But she's so rude! I don't like her." Nora said. Hannah immediately frowned. "She's not my idol or whatever, please." Nora and Jessie exchanged amused glances. "If anything, she's my fan. I signed an autograph for her, remember?" The moment Hannah finished speaking, the other two burst into laughter. "R
AUTHOR'S POV. The fashion show began. Tarzan was the model chosen to open the show. The moment he stepped onto the runway, the entire hall erupted. Screams thundered through the enormous venue, rising so loudly that even a few people in the front row laughed in disbelief. Phones shot into the air from every direction, with people scrambling to capture the moment. Tarzan, apparently, couldn't have cared less about the chaos he was causing. And honestly? He had every right to be that confident. The man always made a statement with his visuals, and tonight was no exception. The front of his outfit featured intricately arranged metallic chains that crisscrossed his chest, leaving very little to the imagination. The chains reflected the lights like diamonds with every movement, drawing attention to his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and those ridiculously defined abs. Behind him, the outfit extended into a dramatic, cape-like train that flowed elegantly with every step he too
I shrugged, trying to look casual, though a triumphant smile was threatening to split my face in two."I told you.""You told us, yes! But how were we supposed to believe you? And hasn't he made your relationship public... oh my goodness... I am so mind-blown right now. I want to share it on my social media—it will blow up. Do I have your permission?""No, please... not yet. We want it to remain private. So if this gets out there, I'll know someone among you is responsible.""But there have been theories about your relationship and rumours we didn't start," one person pointed out."Yeah, but they're just making assumptions. You all know the truth," I replied."I can't believe you let us talk all that nonsense about you not being his type. Those gossip blogs deceived me with their fake theories."I shrugged. "Well, I tried to explain, but you seemed so sure.""Yeah, you're right. I feel like an idiot right now," she replied."Do you see the way he looked at her? He is so in love with L
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai







