(Demetria's Pov)The anticipation had built to a crescendo, like a symphony reaching its most dramatic peak, as I sat in front of the mirror in that elegant hotel room. The soft illumination of the vanity lights created an aura of elegance, but inside, my heart was racing, and my thoughts were in turmoil. I was about to face an interview that felt like crossing a tightrope stretched high above a chasm of uncertainty, and I couldn't afford to look down.In my trembling hands, I held the interview questions that Steven, my manager, had meticulously prepared. The paper felt cool and smooth, a tangible connection to the task at hand. I couldn't help but steal glances at it, as if the words typed there held the answers to all my doubts.Around me, the makeup team worked like artisans, their brushes and palettes transforming me into an image of perfection. But despite their skill, my mind was anywhere but in that room. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to quell the storm of thoughts crashing
...As the interview drew to a close, it was time for the final round of pictures. The flashes from the cameras illuminated the room briefly, capturing the smiles and camaraderie that we had projected throughout the interview.Zephyr's voice cut through the chatter as I stood there, smiling at him. "You know," he began, his words hesitant and laced with a hint of nervousness, "I was thinking…" He paused, seemingly unsure of how to continue, but I raised an encouraging eyebrow, silently urging him to speak his mind."How about we exchange our numbers?" he finally said, his smile slightly suspicious yet undeniably cute.A grin crept across my face. "Is that something to be mindful about? Of course," I replied playfully. Zephyr's suggestion didn't catch me entirely off guard, but it was a pleasant surprise."You should have asked me!" Antonio chimed in, joining our little circle with a playful grin. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in mock exasperation
Sitting in my living room, I felt a sense of turmoil within me, my hands folded tightly as Raffaele sat opposite me, his reassuring presence a small comfort in the midst of my chaotic thoughts. My mind raced, searching my subconscious for answers. What should I do? Should I attempt to reconnect with Rosa, my advisor whose advice I had yet to follow? Here I was, knee-deep in a mess of scandals, feeling utterly lost."You're thinking too much," Raf's soothing voice cut through my inner turmoil, and he offered me a warm smile."I can't help it," I confessed, my anxiety still gripping me. "And now, because of me, so many people will suffer," I added, struggling to keep my composure."I'll take care of everything," he reassured me, his voice filled with determination."How?" I asked, my faith wavering. The door to the living room began to make noise, signaling someone's arrival."Why can't they give us a moment of peace?" I muttered, feeling trapped in a never-ending cycle of chaos.The do
..."Good thing you are back, with your boyfriend's resources we can pull this faster," Steven said immediately I returned to join them as I raised my brows at him."What do you mean by that? You said it will only cause more harm," I said a bit annoyed "You guys are dating?" Emilia said her looking at me, her eyes hard to read as I stood not knowing how to reply."There is no need denying it," Steven said as I turned to him with my eyes shooting lasers."Don't you think you are too comfortable with your speech, you are pushing it," I said as he stared at me as if taken aback."I understand that there is a problem but as a celebrity is almost inevitable, so please watch it," I said angrily "Okay..." he said looking at me as I nodded aggressively "But his resources will come in handy though," he added as I rolled my eyes."Am not about to take advantage of him being my boyfriend," I said "There is nothing like taking advantage in this industry, he us the Ceo and him pulling extra s
The ringing from my phone caught my attention. Raffaele calling, he earlier has bren communicating through steven."Hello," I said upon picking the call"How are you feeling?" he asked his voice soothing, exactly what I needed."I am better thanks to you," I said smiling."I told you to trust me, I will get to the bottom of everything, Just trust me," he said reassuring but still I wants to be involved."I will take care of everything including the accident," he said...I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. He has become my pillar of strength throughout this ordeal, and his calm reassurance was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves."Thank you, Raffaele," I said sincerely. "I do trust you, and I appreciate everything you're doing for me."His voice carried a warmth that seemed to chase away the remnants of anxiety that had lingered. "That's what partners are for, to stand by each other in times of need."We continued to talk for a while, discussing th
...The sudden jingle of the doorbell startled me, and my eyes darted to Emilia. The question she voiced seemed rhetorical, but it hung in the air as I stared at her, unsure of what to expect.As I turned my attention towards the door, I couldn't help but realize that it had been a long time since I'd heard that sound. I'd grown so accustomed to the door opening and closing that the doorbell's chime felt strangely unfamiliar."Could it be..." I began to ask Emilia, but my words tapered off as we exchanged a meaningful look. She seemed to read my thoughts and offered reassurance."No, trust me, it's probably not what you're thinking. I'll take a look," Emilia said, moving towards the door and opening it. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her greet the visitor, and a familiar perfume wafted into the room."Is Averial around?" the soft voice at the door inquired. My breath caught in my throat, and I held it, unable to believe my eyes. Emilia stepped aside, revealing the guest."M
...As we sat together, words seemed to fail me, and I found solace in holding onto my mother's hand, pondering the life that might have been if circumstances had been different. I had a good childhood, even though I'd later discover that the woman I'd called "mother" wasn't truly my biological mother. Still, the thought lingered—how differently would I have turned out if the events of the past hadn't unfolded as they did?Another knock interrupted our moment, and my mother glanced at me, her expression slightly awkward. Reluctantly, I released her hand, knowing that building a relationship with her would be challenging. We each carried our own secrets and experiences, and there was so much she didn't know about my life.The knocking persisted, prompting me to get up. "I'll get the door," I said, making my way to the entrance. I swung the door open to reveal Raffaele, holding a bouquet of flowers."Raf?" I called out, my voice soft with surprise and pleasure at seeing him."Deme," he
...Raffaele's phone rang, pulling his attention away from me. It was evident that the call had something to do with me as he answered it with a sense of urgency."Hello," he greeted, his voice slightly tense as he listened intently."Okay," he continued, his responses brief, leaving both Emilia and me in suspense, waiting for him to provide some context."Let's talk later," he said, ending the call, and I couldn't help but eye him suspiciously. The sense of excitement I had felt moments ago was beginning to wane."It's not Steven?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity."No, it's not," he replied, and my skepticism persisted. Perhaps I had jumped to conclusions prematurely, assuming that everything was finally going to settle down."Isn't it the right time for the company to call Amber in for questioning?" Emilia chimed in, her voice laced with concern."On what basis?" Raffaele posed the question, taking a seat."I don't think that's the right move," I interjected, addressing E