LOGINNora leaned closer with a smirk "So, peaking of your engagement..." "Oh no."Lena graoned."You don't even know what I'm about to ask!""I know that tone. Whatever comes after it will give me a headache."Nora grinned."So, when is the wedding?" Lena stared at her."Good Lord, Nora. You people haven't even allowed me to recover from the proposal!" "Recover?" Nora gasped. "Girl, you got engaged to SILVER ADAMS! What do you expect?" Before Lena could respond, two heads suddenly appeared beside them. Hannah and Jessie. They had apparently been lurking nearby, waiting for the perfect opportunity to join the conversation. "Did someone say wedding?" Hannah asked, pulling a chair toward their table. Jessie settled into the seat beside her, looking equally interested. Lena looked from one friend to the other. "Oh, wonderful. The entire committee is here." "Don't be dramatic," Jessie said, waving a hand dismissively. "We're your friends. We have a right to know these things.
Lena didn't hesitate. She grabbed the front of Tarzan's jacket, pulled him down, and kissed him. The crowd exploded. Even one of the security guards briefly turned his head to look. Tarzan froze for a few seconds after the unexpected kiss before he recovered. When Lena finally pulled away, his eyes were still fixed on her lips. Lena smiled sweetly. "What's with that face?" "Can we get back home?" She laughed. "Behave yourself, Mr. Fiancé. I have a class to attend." "Then stop kissing me." "You stop being kissable." And with that, she turned toward the entrance. She had barely taken three steps when someone shouted from behind the security guards. "WHERE IS HER RING?" Lena stopped, then turned around, placed one hand on her hip, lifted her left hand, and proudly displayed her engagement ring. "HERE YOU GO!" The parking lot erupted again. Lena flashed the cameras a dazzling smile and gave them an exaggerated little princess wave. "You're welcome!" Then she turned arou
The crowd protested with groans and complaints, but the guards held their ground, linking arms and gradually creating a narrow corridor between the car and the main entrance.It wasn’t much, but it was enough.Tarzan finally managed to maneuver the car into a visitor parking spot. The moment he switched off the engine, loud screams erupted from the crowd that had followed them.The noise was so loud that Lena briefly wondered whether someone had secretly arranged a concert at her school.Apparently, her engagement had transformed a quiet culinary school into an international fan convention.“It’s okay, baby.” Lena reached for Tarzan’s hand again when she noticed the tension still etched into his face.His jaw was tight, and his eyes were still scanning the crowd as if assessing threats.He looked at her, and his gaze softened.“I’m sorry.”She blinked.“For what?”“For this entire mess. I should have planned better. Now you’re missing class because of me.”Lena stared at him, her hear
Tarzan shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, but his focus was entirely on her."You're not coming here without security again," he stated firmly."Yes, sir," Lena replied."And when before you are done with your classes, you have to call me so I can be here on time and wait for you .""Yes, sir.""And—""Tarzan!" she cut him off, a laugh bubbling in her throat."What?" He glanced at her, genuinely puzzled."You're beginning to sound like my father." She crossed her arms, fixing him with a mock-stern look. His expression changed immediately, the playful glint in his eyes softening into a more earnest one."He is a man who cares deeply about you and can be overprotective," he said, his voice quiet. "So I'm going to take that as a compliment."Lena burst out laughing. "Okay... I see what you did there. Smooth."A sudden, heavy THUMP against the driver's side window cut her off mid-laugh.She jumped, her hand flying to he
Lena is now the woman whom most people look up to as inspiration. Some blogs have even begun claiming that Lena must have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Well, technically, Lord Ricardo is her biological father. But Lena didn't grow up with his wealth, influence, or privileges. She lived her life without knowing that the man was her father. And now, she is becoming a woman she can finally be proud of. Unfortunately, fame comes with a few disadvantages. Today, however, Lena is about to discover an entirely new level of celebrity madness. Because from now on, getting to culinary school was going to be a public event. "SILVER ADAMS!" "LENA! LENA!" "CAN WE GET A PICTURE?" "OH MY GOD! SILVER!" Lena froze in her seat, while her eyes widened as she stared through the car window at the growing crowd outside her culinary school gates. Tarzan had to drive very slowly. "Wow. How did they know we are coming at this time...they are all waiting at the gates.."
AUTHOR'S POVLena and Tarzan's engagement had been trending for an entire week.These past days, Lena always woke up to find her face plastered across social media. Online, strangers kept arguing about how true her relationship with Silver Adams really was even after the engagement, analyzing her every expression at the proposal, and digging into her past to get more information.Apparently, being selected as the plus-size model for one of the biggest fashion designers in the world wasn't enough.Because getting engaged in the most unexpected way that broke the internet was the final nail in the coffin of Lena's previously peaceful existence.Now, her pictures are everywhere with headlines like these:WHO IS THE LUCKY WOMAN WHO STOLE THE HEART OF THE WORLD'S MOST DESIRABLE MODEL?WHO IS SHE? GET TO KNOW LENA..FROM BULLIED TO MOST WANTED PLUS-SIZE MODEL!Anything for trends... because they don't even know her past.Lena had never thought of herself as a girl who had been bullied becau
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
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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







