로그인Taylah chuckled foolishly at the sight of themselves walking through the empty streets of Credence City. Ivano was dressed in a black mask, a jacket, and every possible layer that could hide his identity from fans recognizing him as the legendary gamer he was. “You look like a cinnamon roll wrapped in every kind of clothing imaginable.” “I just didn’t want us to be bothered by people who know me for who I am. This was the only idea I could come up with.” Taylah nodded as though she understood his situation, but she still couldn’t help chuckling at the older man. Her chuckle faded when his hand slipped between her fingers. Taylah had often imagined holding his hand and walking through the streets like any other ordinary couple, but the moment he actually held hers, a shiver ran through her body. “May I?” Taylah gave a small nod, a sudden surge of femininity crashing over her like a storm. “I grew up cycling around this city until I caught the attention of paparazzi and got assau
She was shown to the front row by the staff, but Ivano was nowhere to be seen. Uncertainty crept in, she didn’t know how she was supposed to act here. Should she approach someone for guidance, or stay silent until the show ended? Again, those stares. They pressed against her, suffocating. This was why she had always disliked high society, the wealth, the judgment, the unspoken hierarchy that lingered in every glance. Just as her composure began to slip, a shadow fell in front of her. Ivano. He stood there, blocking her from view, as if he were quietly shielding her, protecting her from everything she wasn’t ready to face. She didn’t mind standing in Ivano’s shadow. It felt safe like he was taking the force of everything meant for her, blocking out the judging gazes that threatened to swallow her whole. “The show is about to start. Let’s go to our seats.” Taylah nodded, and the two of them settled in. Soon, the show began, models gliding down the runway with effortless grace. T
“Hey… hi. There’s a fashion show in my city, wanna join me?” The message popped up, and Taylah sighed softly. She had clearly told him she would reach out once she made up her mind but it was always Ivano, trying to persuade her with one ridiculous excuse after another over the past week. “I got two reservations for us. It’s okay if you don’t want to…” Gosh—so childish. Taylah chuckled to herself, imagining how he must look while sulking over something so simple. Suddenly, something struck her thoughts. What the hell was she thinking? "Time and date?" She replied. To her own surprise, she found herself enjoying the chaos Ivano stirred within her. She had never intended to reply but in the end, she did. Ivano quickly sent the time, date, and the location of the venue. Taylah’s fingers moved swiftly as she searched for it, her lips parting in a soft oh at the sight of the upscale buildings standing tall and proud. It was the kind of rich neighborhood she would never usually ste
“What if my past bothers him?” That was a hard question but Dicentra always had a way of answering with another. “Doesn’t he already know? You practically made headlines back then with the divorce.” Taylah fell silent. Of course, he knew. Maybe not every detail, but enough, at least a vague idea of her marriage. The point was, he knew. “Girl, don’t overthink it. Our paths were never beds of roses, you know that. Give it a try. And if it doesn’t work out, just walk away.” It sounded simple, almost too simple but for the first time, it felt possible. Maybe she should try… try to let someone love her, scars and all. “It’s a big decision for me, Di. But you’ve got me. Thank you.” “Silly, I’m always here for you.” They both laughed, the sound light and warm, before turning their full attention back to the food. Since Ivano had decided to pursue Taylah, it only felt right that she knew more about him. Dicentra sighed softly and began to share. “Ivano… he used to be just a part-tim
Taylah leaned back in her seat, exhausted, her eyes burning from staring at the screen for too long. Jack cleared his throat, startling her with his sudden presence. Taylah rolled her eyes, silently cursing him. Ever since she had started working closely under him, things hadn’t been easy for her. He had been picking on her for no reason, and she knew exactly why. But she couldn’t complain about it to Laurence, so she chose to see how long he would continue this baseless revenge. “How can I help you, Jack?” “We’re meeting the CEO of Elixor Corporation today.” “That’s sudden, it wasn’t mentioned in the schedule, Jack.” “Do as I say. Don’t question me.” With that, Jack walked off, unbothered by whether Taylah was okay with the meeting or not. Either way, she wasn’t in a position to refuse. At the restaurant Jack and Taylah arrived an hour before the so-called CEO of Elixor Corporation. The entire time, she didn’t utter a single word to him. But at one point, she decided to ask
Arjan was going through his documents when his assistant, Max, walked into the office as if he owned the place. He didn’t knock, didn’t wait for permission, he simply entered.“Sir, the information you asked me to investigate…” Max said, placing the tablet in front of Arjan so he could review the details he had gathered.Max was a genuine and sincere person, more than just an assistant, he often acted as a part-time decision-maker for Arjan. So when Arjan suddenly asked him to dig into Briga Morris’s information, he was both flabbergasted and confused, since Arjan had never done anything like that before.It took a moment for Arjan to read through all the details about Briga.“Briga Morris, a 25-year-old girl. She is an orphan and half foreigner. Five years ago, she was brought to Lancaster by Sam Lancaster. Her studies, parents, and other details are unknown, but the available information vaguely aligns with the person who claims to be Sam’s secretary.”As Arjan closed the file, Max
Taylah reached the apartment she had rented, finally visiting it properly. Dicentra was already there, waiting.“Hey, girl!” Dicentra rushed toward her and pulled her into a tight hug.And just like that, Taylah felt it—like everything had slipped back into place, like the world had quietly correct
That evening The bright lights of the bustling bar stung Taylah’s eyes. Louis and Dicentra had arranged a small get-together for her. “Bottoms up, guys!” Dicentra said, taking a shot before hissing at the sharp taste that hit her tongue. “Slow down, Di. Can you even handle the hangover tomorro
Taylah spent most of her time with her grandparents, though now and then her thoughts drifted back to what had happened at the bar. One afternoon, while she was in the study searching for a book that might catch her interest, she received a call from Laurence. “Can we have dinner together?” he as
Taylah and Charlotte were playing when Zane joined them shortly after. That was when they were interrupted by someone. it was the Davier family, who had come to the cemetery.Arjan and Ethan had arrived there with their parents. Taylah’s expression turned bitter. How could they even have the nerve







