After finally dragging myself out of bed, a wave of thirst hit me, prompting me to make my way to the kitchen. As I poured myself a glass of water, Richard, who had just returned from the gym, approached me and mentioned his friend's sudden visit. "Good morning," he greeted me. I mustered a simple "Morning" in response, not particularly invested in the conversation. He went on to inform me about his friend joining us for lunch, but I couldn't find it in me to care, offering a nonchalant "Okay" as my reply.
Just as I was beginning to retreat into my own thoughts, my phone chimed with a message from Ren, "I will be there today, Love Ren." ending with a kissing emoji. Before Richard could head off to his room for a shower, I felt the need to inform him, "It seems like my friend will also be coming today. The housekeeper won't be here, so it looks like you'll have to cook for one more guest." With that, I made my way back to the comfort of my own room.
After a refreshing shower, I settled into the familiar ambiance of my home, fully aware that Richard was taking care of the lunch preparations. I appreciated his effort, even though he was the one who suggested cooking on a day when housekeepers are not coming. Cooking was never my interest, it was always my brother who cooks well.
As I immersed myself in my work, the peaceful silence was shattered by the sound of the doorbell. Richard answered it, revealing a well-dressed, charming man who turned out to be Ren, the mastermind behind this setup. I couldn't help but think that Ren had probably already forgotten the fact that he pushed me into this mess after he called Richard, pretending to be me. It was clear that Ren's confidence hadn't wavered as he made his way directly to my office, just as he always did, as if he owned the place. The audacity of his actions never failed to amaze me.
“Haze, my dear, you know what day is today, right?” Ren asked me. I realized I have nowhere to run, so even with my unwillingness to this event, I only nod in response. It is the promise I made with Ren, 2 years ago that I will be there wherever and whenever Ren needed me.
Meanwhile, Richard's phone began to ring. When Richard's friend finally entered the apartment, I immediately recognized him as Cain Anderson, the stand-in CEO of Tyto Corporation. Who would've imagined that Richard and Cain were friends? Though I knew Cain, he had never seen me, so I acted like I don’t know him at all.
Before long, Richard called out to Ren and me, signaling that lunch was ready. Reluctantly, I joined the table, masking my discontent beneath my expressionless face. As Richard presented the mac and cheese, Cain's eyes lit up with delight, remarking how Richard must have known about his craving. Richard proceeded to introduce Cain to me, and I nodded politely, acting as if I had no prior knowledge of him.
It was then that Ren decided to speak up, announcing our unique connection as he referred to me as his muse. I simply acknowledged his words with eye-rolls. Cain, true to his thoughtless nature, couldn't resist questioning Ren’s description of our relationship.
Ren, always one to enjoy teasing others, particularly those who caught his interest, deserved a subtle reprimanding. I shot him a side glance, hoping he would take the hint. The lunch continued in silence, with each of us lost in our own thoughts and reflections. The conversation, though scarce, revolved around Ren's fashion designs and the dress he insisted I wear to the gala. I kept my responses minimal, maintaining a subdued atmosphere as I pondered the complexities of the relationships unfolding around me.
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Lost in the whirlwind of my thoughts, we finally arrived at Ren's atelier—an enchanting space that seemed to blend fantasy and reality. The air was filled with the scent of creativity and anticipation. As we stepped inside, my eyes were immediately drawn to the captivating sight before me—dresses have strewn across the room like colorful brushstrokes on a canvas. Each delicate garment seemed to hold a story of its own, whispering secrets of elegance and glamour. In the center of the room stood a majestic sky-blue dress, perched upon a regal mannequin. Its fabric shimmered under the gentle glow of the room's lights, revealing a breathtaking symphony of hues that danced gracefully with every movement. It was a creation that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere clothing, exuding an aura of otherworldly beauty. Ren, with his characteristic swiftness, handed me and Cain suits befitting the occasion. His gestures were fluid and graceful, guiding us towards a secluded corner adorned w
As we entered Ren's atelier, the room fell silent. The atmosphere was charged with awe and anticipation. All eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where the masterpiece of Ren's latest collection stood on display. The dress, with its sky-blue hue and intricate lacework, seemed to emanate an otherworldly aura. There was a collective gasp as we took in the sight. Even Richard and Cain, who were not typically prone to speechlessness, were momentarily at a loss for words. The beauty of Ren's creation had captured everyone's attention, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Ren, with a gleam of pride in his eyes, motioned towards the changing room. He handed suits to Richard and Cain, directing them to prepare for the gala. Then, with an excited glimmer, he beckoned me closer to his working station. I approached, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. Ren was meticulous in his craft, and I knew that his attention to detail would make the experience of wearing his
The music filled the air as the Gala shifted into full swing. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and the energy of the guests. After the successful photo shoot with Ren, I found myself drawn towards the crowd, eager to experience the vibrant ambiance. Katy was approaching me with a mischievous grin. "Haze, I need to interview you and Ren about his latest collection, the 'Celestial Symphony.' It's absolutely breathtaking, and everyone is dying to know more about the inspiration behind it." Ren and I knew Katy for a while, we bumps at each other almost every event Ren brought me. So it was hard to not know her and her character is usually comfortable to be with so you can say that we are friends. I chuckled, appreciating Katy's enthusiasm. "Of course, I'd be happy to talk about Ren's incredible work. Lead the way." We made our way to a quieter corner of the venue, where Ren was surrounded by a small group of admirers. Katy cleared her throat, signaling for attention. "Ladies and ge
Haze's dress for the gala was a breathtaking creation in a mesmerizing sky-blue hue. The gown gracefully cascaded down to the floor, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. Its flowing silhouette accentuated Haze's slender figure, hugging her curves in all the right places. Adorned with delicate diamond embellishments, the dress shimmered and sparkled as if reflecting the starry night sky. The diamonds formed intricate patterns along the bodice, adding a touch of glamour and capturing the light with every movement. One of the most captivating features of the dress was its unique cape-like design. The ethereal fabric cascaded down from the shoulders, creating a sense of grace and mystery. The sheer material gently billowed behind Haze as she moved, adding a touch of enchantment to her every step. The dress was carefully crafted to accentuate Haze's slim waistline, drawing attention to her toned belly. It showcased her figure with grace and confidence, highlighting her natural
As the night grew late and the exhaustion from dancing started to set in, Katy and I sought solace on the couch. It was a surprising connection we had formed as if we had been friends for ages. Laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Katy's presence. As I glanced around the room, my eyes searching for any sign of Haze, Katy's voice broke through the moment. "If you're looking for Haze, I think she's already made her way home. You know how she is, always slipping out of parties without anyone noticing," she said, with a hint of admiration in her voice. I nodded, realizing that Katy seemed to understand Haze in a way I hadn't expected. "Seems like you know Haze quite well," I remarked, feeling a touch of envy creeping in. Katy giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, is that a hint of jealousy I detect?" she playfully teased, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. Flustered, I tried to brush off the notion. "Jealous? Why would I b
After the gala, I found myself buried in work, trying to catch up on all the tasks that had piled up during the event. With Ren taking a break from attending events, it meant a break for me as well. The success of Celestial Symphony had brought a wave of attention, with Katy's article capturing the essence of the gala and the presence of renowned fashion icons. Amidst the whirlwind, I stumbled upon a picture of myself from that night. It was as if I were looking at a completely different person, adorned with elegance and confidence. It reminded me of the transformative power of fashion and how it can bring out various aspects of one's personality. Interestingly, one noticeable change since the gala was Richard's attitude. He seemed to have become less persistent about me eating vegetables, perhaps understanding that everyone has their own preferences of likes and dislikes. However, his enthusiasm for tomatoes remained unchanged, still insist on them being the best fruit or vegetable,
After the Gala, I couldn't help but notice that Haze seemed busier than ever before. As if she was trying to get buried under her work to hide from something. There was a sense of urgency in her actions. She looks pale and tired, and concerned for her well-being, I often insisted that she should eat tomatoes. The fresh tomatoes from my family's farm were delivered from my home. Meanwhile, an unexpected event occurred between me and Katy. We began to grow closer, forging a friendship that surpassed my initial expectations. We found ourselves chatting regularly, engaging in lively conversations, and even talking on the phone almost every day. Katy's energy and enthusiasm were infectious, and I found comfort in her presence. Her articles, filled with captivating stories and accompanied by impressive photography, never failed to catch my interest. In fact, she even shared a few pictures from the Gala, including one where I was sitting near the bar, as well as stunning captures of Ren's ex
As I stepped into our apartment after the delightful date with Katy, a sense of calmness enveloped me. The evening had gone well, and I couldn't help but feel a growing connection with her. But a chilling scream pierced through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The sound was unmistakably Haze's voice, filled with terror and anguish. Without a second thought, I dropped everything and rushed toward her room, my heart pounding with concern. Reaching their room, my worries intensified as I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, my worry growing with each passing second. It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.
The sky was beginning to burn gold as I returned to Carter farm, painting the fields with a warm haze that clung to the treetops. The walk back was quiet, except for the crunch of gravel beneath my boots and the occasional rustle of wind in the wheat.I spotted Henry near the barn, struggling with an old wooden wagon. One of the wheels had come loose, and the frame leaned to one side, looking as tired as the man working on it.“You need a hand?” I called out, already rolling up my sleeves.Henry looked up, surprised—but not displeased. “You don’t mind gettin’ your hands dirty, missy?”I smiled. “Not if the wagon minds getting fixed by a city girl.”Henry chuckled under his breath. “Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”I knelt down beside him, reaching for the tools. As we fixing the wagon “Seems like you could use an extra pair of hands more often,” I said.Henry: “What makes you think that?”I shrugged, because it was obvious. “You don’t look like the kind of guy who likes asking for he
I stepped away from the barn, pressing my phone to my ear. The wind was cooler out here, brushing past my skin like a warning.“Katy?” I answered, already sensing the edge in her voice.“Hey,” she said, her tone clipped. “You didn’t text back last night.”“I was with my family,” I said calmly. “And… Haze. I was showing her around Fairbook.”There was a pause. “Right. Her again.”I sighed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Nothing,” she replied too quickly. “It’s just… I thought this was your family trip. But it feels like you're spending more time with her than with me.”I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Katy, she is planning a company event. And she don’t know anyone around here. I can’t exactly ignore her.”“I’m not asking you to ignore her, Richard. But she’s always there. Even when we’re together in the city, somehow she’s around—at home, in your drafts, in your head.”That last one landed sharper than I expected.I exhaled. “She’s my roommate. And a model under Tyto. I can’t preten
The silence that followed her confirmation wasn't awkward—it was… reverent.I had always imagined the person behind those precise, no-nonsense instructions to be older. Harsher. Someone who wore a mask of strategy without warmth. Someone whose power came from detachment.But it was her.Haze.The woman I watched command attention at board meetings and disappear behind curated smiles. The one who walked through chaos like it was choreography. The one I had grown to admire—slowly, quietly—and eventually, without control.And now I knew.She wasn’t just the face of the company. She was its pulse.I looked at her again—not the same way I did before, not as the model, not even as the woman who had once entered the boardroom to tip the scales—but as the leader who had trusted me enough to carry her instructions, knowing I never knew who she was.“You’re not angry?” she asked, reading my silence as uncertainty.“No,” I answered immediately, surprising both of us.Because I wasn’t.There was
The boardroom was sterile, cold, and too quiet—exactly the kind of silence that preceded war. I sat at the long, polished table, eyes calmly scanning the room as the first few shareholders trickled in. Same faces. Same pattern. Routine.At least, until he walked in.The door creaked open and in strolled Maximillian Duval like he owned the floor beneath him. Confidence clung to him like a tailored suit—sharp, calculated, and impossible to ignore. His presence bent the atmosphere, drawing attention like a magnet. I didn’t react. I didn’t need to. But I braced myself.He wasn’t here for observation. He was here to dominate.The meeting began in its usual rhythm—Howard leading, a few figures nodding, reports flying back and forth. I listened, contributed when necessary, all while maintaining the composure expected of me. For months, I had represented Tyto Corp in public, acting as the face of leadership while answering quietly to someone behind the scenes—someone I only knew through sharp
I woke up early the next morning, feeling surprisingly rested. The sounds of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of wind outside the window had a calming effect on me. It was so peaceful here, so different from the constant hum of the city.As I made my way downstairs, the smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon greeted me. The farmhouse kitchen was warm, with a rustic charm that made me feel oddly at ease.Martha was already busy at the stove, her hands moving expertly as she prepared breakfast. She seemed so at home here, as if this kitchen were an extension of herself.“Good morning,” I said softly, stepping into the room.Martha turned to smile at me. “Morning, Haze. You’re up early.” She continued stirring the pot on the stove without breaking a sweat.I smiled and moved toward the counter. “I’ve always been an early riser. Looks like a great breakfast.”“You must have been raised right, then,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Not many people these days kno
The drive from the airport to the Carter farm was a long one, but I didn’t mind. It had been years since I last came home, and the closer we got, the more memories started resurfacing. The familiar stretch of land, the scent of freshly plowed soil, the sight of the wide-open fields that seemed to go on forever—this was home.And now, Haze was about to see it too.When the car pulled into the long dirt driveway, I stole a glance at her. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared out the window, taking it all in.The Carter house stood tall at the end of the road, a grand old farmhouse with wide porches wrapping around both floors. Its white wooden siding had weathered decades of wind and sun, but it still stood strong, just like my family. A massive barn stood a little farther off, next to the pastures where cattle and horses grazed. Endless fields stretched behind the house, golden from the late afternoon sun, swaying gently in the breeze.Haze finally spoke.“This is… bigger than
The morning had been a whirlwind of finalizing reports, answering emails, and ensuring that everything at Tyto was running smoothly in my absence. As much as I trusted Howard to handle things, a part of me always felt uneasy stepping away—even if just for a month.By the time I was ready to leave for the airport, my mind was buzzing with numbers, schedules, and business strategies. But the moment I stepped out of the building and saw Richard leaning against the car, something shifted.He looked… different. A little tense. A little lost in thought.“You good?” I asked, tossing my bag into the backseat as I slid into the car.Richard blinked, then scoffed. “What? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”I narrowed my eyes. That was not his usual, easygoing response. But before I could dig into it, he turned up the music and started driving, shutting down further questioning.Fine. I had other things to think about.~ At the Airport ~After checking in our luggage, Richard excused himself to
The morning had been a blur. I woke up to a flood of emails, some from publishers, some from writers I had been beta-reading for, and a couple from my agent reminding me about my next deadline. But my mind wasn’t on work—it was still trying to process the fact that I was going home.I hadn’t planned to go back to Fairbook. Not yet. But when Haze mentioned the location of Tyto’s upcoming event, the decision had already been made before I could think twice. The moment I saw her hesitation about staying alone in an unfamiliar place, the words left my mouth:“You could stay at my home.”I leaned against the car, checking my emails as a distraction, until the sound of the door opening pulled me out of my head.“You good?” Haze asked, tossing her bag into the backseat as she slid in.I blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”She narrowed her eyes like she wasn’t buying it. But before she could dig deeper, I turned up the music and pulled onto the road. N
I tossed my keys onto the counter and sank onto the couch, my mind still turning over what had just happened. Fairbook. Of all places, Haze was heading to my hometown—and she hadn’t even known I was from there.I should’ve expected that. She was sharp when it came to her job, but details about people? Sometimes, those slipped right past her. Still, the thought of her in Fairbook, in my home, was… strange. And, if I was being honest, a little amusing.I pulled out my phone and dialed home. It barely rang once before an excited voice picked up.“RICHARD!”I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. “Jesus, Emily, volume.”“**You finally decided to call, huh? What’s the occasion? You miss me? Of course, you do—”“Emily.” I cut her off before she could launch into one of her usual monologues. “I’m coming home tomorrow.”Silence. Then—“WHAT?”I sighed, already regretting making this call. “I have a work thing. Tyto Group is hosting an agricultural event, and we’ll be there for a month.