LOGINLiora The company's hall was filled to the brim. In it, there were fashion reporters and fashion enthusiasts from all over the world. Capital Elite was a big name in the country, and Debut Press was an event aimed at introducing new designers that the company owned to the world. It was not a simple event. It was the beginning of one's journey as a designer. The most outstanding designers gained overnight fame, and the most outstanding work stood to win multiple awards. There, new blooms, a name given to new designer in the industry, gained their following, and their name gained weight. Their line of bookings would begin, and potential customers and clients would be looking to work with new and talented designers, and that's why I was so nervous in the morning. And it explained why Mira was so worked up when I found her in the office. Just the same way those who did amazing work got recognition, fame and money, the ones who didn't pass the bar had the opposite. They wou
Liora I couldn't believe it was already a month since Soren and I returned from our honeymoon on the island. Everything was perfect. Our relationship had gotten better, and we were inseparable. It almost felt surreal. Everything I had always dreamt of, wished for.. It was all happening. The baby was growing safely within me, and health-wise, I was recovering remarkably. At work, everything was great. So far, I had already submitted three pieces, and today was the day that we were supposed to receive feedback on our debut pieces. "Do you think I am capable? Do you think my debut piece showed great traction?" My voice trembled slightly as I asked. It was early in the morning, and Soren and I were at the dining table, ready to eat our breakfast before we left for work. As always, just like he had been doing for the past month, Soren had prepared my breakfast, and, with how addicted the growing baby and I were to Daddy's cooking, I should have devoured everything by no
Liora. "Liora Quinn, how dare you?" Before I could take another step, a voice, furious and familiar, called out, and I halted in my steps, swivelling my head to the source. "Mira?" I called, a hint of guilt flickering in my eyes. I guess I was a bad.. friend? Although Mira and I hadn't gotten super close, over the period that we had been working together, we got along quite well, and she could be considered my friend. I know, after Seris fooled and then betrayed me, I had been very sceptical about getting close to others, and I had become super cautious and closed off. Well, you can't blame me. Seris's betrayal had dealt a huge blow to me, after all. But again, for how long was I going to stay closed off? I needed friends, and Mira? Well, she was fun to be around, kind, and talkative, and I kinda liked her. So, I wasn't going to shut her out, trying to keep the intact the walls that I had erected after that betrayal. I wasn't going to stop living either. Tavian had also
Liora. "You knew?" My voice trembled as I asked. "Here, take it." He urged, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. For a moment, I hesitated, my eyes moving between the painting and his face. It almost felt unreal. Seeing him was one of my dreams for the longest time, but owning one of his famous art pieces was the ultimate dream. His pieces couldn't be bought with money. Most people with names and money could only afford to book a sitting slot in his studio and watch him paint in real time. His art pieces were treated like national treasures, something that the government fought to own and store in museums. "Can I really have Midnight Whisper?" I asked, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. By then, tears were flowing freely from my eyes. "You even know the name." He noted, no longer looking polite. He looked excited, like someone who had somehow, by sheer luck, discovered a goldmine. "My sources were right about you. Take it, child. No
Liora. "Make a choice and be quick about it. I want to get to know my daughter-in-law." Mr Knight ordered, his voice laced with impatience, a frown settling on his lips as he stared at Tavian. Maybe he felt my gaze on him, because he shifted his focus, and when our eyes met, he flashed me a smile. Yes. A smile, and I stood there, a blush coating my cheeks, my heart roaring so hard in my chest I was afraid it was going to malfunction. My idol had just smiled at me. The famous choreographer T, had just smiled at me. No. Not only that. He said he wanted to get to know me. He had even defended me against his own grandson and his fiancée.Yes. He went by the alias T, although, he was famously known as Mr Knight. I was about to pass out from excitement! "Grandpa? Are you taking her side now? She is a stranger! I am your family! I am your grandson." Tavian's voice was filled with disbelief and indignation as he complained. "Why shouldn't I? Should I blindly take your side becaus
Liora "So this is the wife that my son picked for himself?" An unfamiliar voice cut through the tension, and I instinctively turned, coming face to face with a famous figure in the Capital. "Grandpa!" Tavian, who had been on a high horse moments ago, went humble in an instant, as if a switch had been flipped in his head. He took a deep bow, his posture filled with absolute reverence. Grandpa? A cold shiver went down my spine as the realisation dawned on me. Mr Knight... The powerful name in the Capital, known not because of his family name, but because of the power of his hand when holding a brush, was actually Soren's father. What did that make him? My father-in-law? Fear numbed my veins at the thought. "Father." Despite how flustered I was, my voice was surprisingly calm as I greeted him before I took a low bow. Surprisingly, he gave me a nod, and there was something that resembled recognition and approval as he looked at me. Under his deep and probing eyes, I had an
Liora. After our last confrontation, the following weeks passed in a blur. You know? The same routine, interning at the elite company that the Quinns paid for me to attend, playing the perfect daughter, donating blood for Seris, organising their upcoming grand engagement party, and most impo
Liora. Five minutes! I mumbled softly as I took the elevator down, not even bothering to lock the door behind me. After everything that had happened, Seris's and Tavian's betrayal, you would have expected me to rebel, especially against my foster family and their control, no? Well, I actual
Liora. A deep and pounding headache yanked me awake, and I stirred groggily from my sleep. Deep silence stretched heavily in the room, not the usual calming silence, but the kind that buzzed deep into your scalp. My body felt weak, fatigued, like I'd been run over by a speeding truck. An
Liora. Outside, the air was still the same, cold, just the way I liked it, and yet, I didn't get the familiar comfort it used to give. The snow was falling, Christmas lights flickered, merry Christmas songs weaved softly in the air, cars passed by, hooting, honking, and my eyes stung just f







