Mag-log in“Hey man… are you sure you’re not playing a dangerous game?”Simon’s voice crackled through the phone, low and uneasy.“No,” Calvin replied without hesitation.A pause stretched between them.“And what if something happens between them?” Simon pressed.Calvin’s tone didn’t waver. “Then I’ll break up with her. Completely. I’ll have nothing to do with her ever again.”Simon exhaled sharply. “The guy you planted there… won’t Anthony notice him? You know how sharp he is.”“Bryan is smart,” Calvin said coolly. “He’ll handle it neatly. He’s already managed to tail them all the way to Nadna River.”Simon’s voice spiked. “What? That’s wicked!”“Yeah,” Calvin replied, almost indifferent. “He even sent me pictures, Anthony was about to kiss her. But something in the bushes made a noise and interrupted them.”“…Man,” Simon muttered, stunned. “I don’t even know what to say. Just… brace yourself if it doesn’t go the way you’re hoping.”“It’s fine,” Calvin said quietly. “I’ll accept my fate.”A b
The gym studio buzzed softly under bright, unforgiving lights every line, every movement exposed. The photographer lowered the camera for a moment, eyes sharp as they studied the group.“Alright—hold it. Xander, shift your weight to your left leg… yeah, like that. Relax your shoulders, but keep the tension in your arms. Good. Don’t try too hard, you already look strong.”Xander adjusted, exhaling slightly as his posture settled into something effortless yet controlled.“Sabrina,” the photographer continued, stepping closer, “lean back against the bench but not fully. I want that balance, like you could move at any second. Chin up… eyes here.” A small pause. “Perfect. That confidence? Keep it.”Sabrina tilted her head just enough, her expression sharpening into something quietly daring.“Guinevere—straighten a little more. You’re power, not softness.” A hand gesture. “Rest your fingers on the dumbbell, don’t grip it. Yes… like you don’t need to prove anything.”Guinevere adjusted with
A sudden, breathtaking glow stretched across its surface like spilled moonlight had learned how to move. Soft blue currents shimmered beneath the dark, weaving through the flow like living constellations trapped under glass. And above it was Fireflies.So many she almost thought she was seeing wrongly.They drifted through the air in slow, floating dances, blinking gold and amber against the night. Some hovered just above the river, their reflections doubling the magic below. It looked like the sky had fallen in pieces and decided to breathe.Cleopatra’s steps stopped completely.“…What is this?” she whispered, almost like speaking too loudly might break it.Anthony, who had been watching her instead of the view, followed her gaze and then smiled faintly, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.“I was hoping you’d see it like that,” he said softly.But she wasn’t looking at him.Her eyes remained fixed on the river, widening ever so slightly not in fear, but in gentle wonder, a
Anthony exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as frustration flickered across his face.“No… I couldn’t get into her room,” he admitted, his voice low, strained. “And even if I had… I’m not sure I could’ve trusted myself to leave. I hate holding back.”A soft, knowing chuckle slipped through the line.“That’s hardly a problem,” Guinevere replied smoothly, her tone laced with quiet confidence. “By this evening, you’ll both be at Nadna River. You’ll have all the time you need… uninterrupted.”Anthony’s eyes darkened slightly, her words settling deep in his mind.“Then I’ll wait,” he said after a pause, his voice steadier now. “It’s almost afternoon anyway. I’ll see her this evening.”“Good,” Guinevere murmured. “The ball is in your court now.”The line went dead.Silence filled the room.Anthony stood still for a moment, then let himself fall back onto the bed, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips as he pulled a pillow into his arms.“Cleo…” he whispered, his voice th
The door opened from the inside, only for her gaze to fall on Guinevere.For a fleeting second, the air shifted.Then, as if entirely unbothered, Cleopatra turned on her heel and retreated back into the room, her steps calm, measured and controlled.Guinevere entered behind her.Like she belonged there.“Is that how you open your door so freely?”The voice cut through the silence deep, resonant, threaded with quiet authority.Cleopatra’s composure cracked just slightly.She flinched.Then turned.Anthony stood by the door.Click.The lock slid into place.A soft sound.“I suppose it’s because of me, Anthony,” Guinevere said lightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she walked past Cleopatra, close enough to graze her space, to assert her presence without a word.Deliberate.Provocative.Anthony moved without urgency, settling onto the couch like a man entirely at ease in a room that didn’t belong to him.“Guinevere,” he said, tone casual, almost indifferent, “what will you two be
Red heels whispered against polished marble, slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore.Sabrina.She climbed the staircase like a scene unfolding in slow motion. The soft sway of her hips beneath cut-off blue denim. A navy tank top grazing just above her navel, revealing a smooth, confident silhouette. Every step carried intention. Every movement, a message.The mansion held its breath.At the top, the corridor stretched long and silent.Her fingers trailed along the banister, light, almost careless until they didn’t.They met resistance.Warm. Solid.Dangerous.Her touch lingered, sliding upward along a strong arm to the curve of a man’s neck.Xander.In one swift motion, he caught her wrist pulling her into him, closing the space between them like it never existed.Sunlight cut through the tall windows, catching on his grey jeans and dark sneakers, casting sharp shadows that only made him look more untouchable.His hand found her waist.Firm. Claiming.Her palm pressed against his bare
“Now that’s the spirit, girl!” she exclaimed, her voice alive with excitement. “Getting into the spotlight won’t be easy. Start with backstage work for now, while I comb through potential brands. Securing even a few good ones will give your debut a real edge.”“Okay thanks Katie” Moments later, Cl
Cleopatra stepped out of the taxi, slowly lifting her head as her breath caught at the sight of the towering INK Model skyscraper before her. Gleaming beneath the sky, its exotic design and flawless structure seemed to embody both elegance and ambition. For a moment, she simply stood there, mesmeri
A week later, Cleopatra jolted awake by a message from Katie, summoning her to the INK Model Company. She rose at once and freshened up. Midway through breakfast, her gaze drifted to the wardrobe she had already inspected; nothing inside would truly make her shine.Once she finished her meal, she r
‘Cal…’ he muttered under his breath, and memories he hadn’t dared touch in years surged forward, crashing over him like a river long buried, carrying the ache, the warmth, and the weight of a past he thought he had lost.”“What else can I serve you?” she asked again, a small smile curling at the co







