LOGINLena had barely settled into her private dressing room when the aftermath of the unforgettable fashion show finally began to catch up with her. Her poor feet started aching from hours of walking in heels, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and her engagement ring seemed to have developed a personality of its own because she simply couldn't stop staring at it. Every few seconds, she would lift her left hand, admire the sparkling diamond, and smile to herself like a woman who had just won the lottery. Except, in her case, she had won something far more precious than money. She was still trying to wrap her head around that beautiful reality when her tablet lit up with an incoming video call. DAD. The moment she saw the name on the screen, her eyes immediately filled with tears. She hadn't realized just how badly she needed to see her parents until that very moment. Quickly wiping beneath her eyes, she picked up the tablet and swiped to answer. Her parents' faces appeared on t
She hurried to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed some water on her face. She would rather swallow a rock than allow anyone to discover that Silver Adams's proposal had wounded her pride. Because that was all it was. A wound to her pride. She wasn't in love with him, just simply thought he was handsome, rich, and talented. Maybe ridiculously attractive. And sexy. And— "STOP IT! STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!" she snapped at her reflection. Her voice echoed through the restroom,the sobbing voice ceased that instant. Ella slowly looked toward the closed stall. *Oh, wonderful.Now I am yelling at myself in a public restroom. I am officially losing my mind.* Inside the stall,super model Olivia had immediately noticed that someone else was in the restroom so she went went completely silent. For several seconds, no sound was heard. Then, apparently deciding that hiding in a toilet stall for the rest of her life wasn't a viable career option, Olivia took a deep breat
Debra tilted her head, studying Ella with amusement. “Oh, now you’re being bitter.” “I’m not bitter!” Ella snapped. “I’m just saying he needs to be humbled.” Debra gave her a long, unimpressed look. “With that face and that body, I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. Besides, his fan base is enormous and practically insane. You’d be shocked by the number of people who would rush to defend him if he ever murdered someone. Half of them would probably come forward claiming to be the real culprit just to make sure he walked free.” “His fans are the worst. Stupid zombies,” Ella muttered. “Nah, I’m kind of jealous of their commitment, though. Have you seen the comments people leave under his pictures? Some of those women are downright obsessed.” Ella’s jaw tightened. “Yeah, well, I’m sure he’ll lose half his fan base after this proposal.” Debra burst out laughing. “You think that man cares about losing his fan base? He looks like the kind of man who would happily quit
Without another word, Lena stepped closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.Tarzan didn't hesitate. His arms immediately circled her waist, pulling her gently against him as he returned the kiss with all the tenderness and passion he could no longer contain. The crowd roared loudly immediately when Tarzan intensified the kiss. He lost himself and forgot millions were watching. Lena made a small, startled sound against his mouth that was immediately swallowed. Lena matches his energy and kissed him back just as deep, rising onto the toes of her heels so their bodies pressed flush from chest to hip. The diamond on her finger flashed once under the lights before her hand slid up into his hair and stayed there. “Oh my God, they are going hard,” Nora whispered, voice strangled. She had both hands over her mouth. Hannah was staring like she’d forgotten how to blink, her cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. Jessie had turned her face half into the new girl’s s
Eric's expression immediately hardened. "A thing for her? Who said I liked her?" he snapped. "Besides, if I had your money and power, I'm certain I could get any woman I wanted, even if she belonged to another man." Jean-Pierre let out a quiet, mocking chuckle. "And that's exactly why you haven't reached that level yet." Eric turned toward him, his brows drawing together. Jean-Pierre folded his arms but his expression remained calm. "If you think every woman can be bought with money and power, then you still have a lot of growing up to do. Not every woman is impressed by wealth, and not every woman can be manipulated into giving you what you want." His gaze shifted briefly toward Lena and Tarzan, who were still standing hand in hand beneath the dazzling lights. "Women like Lena aren't going to fall into your arms simply because you have money or influence. She has a mind of her own, and she knows what she wants. That's what makes her different." He paused, allowing h
Lena's lips parted, but no words came out. "I don't care about anything else," Tarzan continued, gently cupping her cheek. "The fashion show, the cameras, the audience, the entire world watching us right now... None of it matters more than you. Not even close." Tarzan's words melted Lena's heart. She let out a shaky laugh, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes once more. "You're going to make me cry all over again," she whispered. Tarzan smiled tenderly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Then I'll just have to keep kissing your tears away. That's how much I love you." "I know," Lena whispered back, her lips curling into a small smile. The audience erupted into another round of applause and cheers. At last, Tarzan lifted his gaze from Lena's face and turned toward the audience. "All right, everyone! Before the show ends, I have one final announcement to make." Lena turned to him, searching his eyes curiously. She had no idea what else
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
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
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







