LOGIN"Enough?"Eric asked."A five-year contract is more than enough."Jean-Pierre chuckled, shaking his head as he watched the scene unfold on the monitor."That boy is insane," Eric repeated, running a hand through his hair. "Who proposes in the middle of a fashion show? And to think he actually managed to turn the entire runway into his personal proposal stage!""Correction," Jean-Pierre said, his smile widening. "He didn't turn the runway into his personal stage. He turned my fashion show into the most unforgettable proposal of the year."Eric stared at him."You sound proud.""Of course, I'm proud. My plan worked!" Jean-Pierre exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. "Do you have any idea how many people are watching this show right now? Tomorrow, every fashion magazine will be talking about it."He crossed one leg over the other, looking thoroughly pleased with himself."And the best part? I didn't even have to pay for the publicity."Eric burst out laughing."You and that bastard deser
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Thankfully, the tension didn't last much longer. Soon, the models stopped moving. One after another, they turned in a unison, lined up gracefully, and executed an elegant ballet bow. Hannah blinked. "Okay... what's going on now?" Before anyone could answer, the music changed. The models transformed into graceful ballet dancers, swirling beautifully as the stage lighting changed instantly to complement the performance. The entire runway seemed to undergo a magical transformation. A collective gasp swept through the audience. People stared in awe, phones raised as the dancers began moving in perfect synchronization around Lena. And then, slowly, they began dancing around her. Lena stood at the center of it all. For a moment, she couldn't comprehend what was happening. Then realization began to dawn on her. The tears gathering in her eyes were no longer entirely from distress. She smiled in relief as she watched the dancers move around her, their graceful performance
Lena'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
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
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







