LOGIN“You saw it too, didn’t you?” Calvin’s voice slipped out low, probing, as though each word was designed to pry something open. “How much Guinevere and Anthony shaped her to the point she turned down her very first debut.” His gaze tilted, sharp, invasive. “So tell me, do you really trust her?”Katie didn’t answer immediately. The pause stretched, thin as a wire ready to snap. Then steady, deliberate.“I do.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “Cleo doesn’t bend once she decides something. You know that. She doesn’t betray her own words.” A beat. Softer, but firmer. “Yes, I trust her.”“Do you?” Calvin murmured, almost amused. “Or do you just need to?”Silence.“I trust her”Then he exhaled, as if concluding an experiment. “Fine. Get ready.” His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. “Your model is about to become a supermodel.”Katie’s brows snapped together, irritation laced with something deeper, something suspicious. “Why do you sound like she isn’t your girlfriend?”That got a reacti
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” Calvin’s voice slipped out low, probing, as though each word was designed to pry something open. “How much Guinevere and Anthony shaped her to the point she turned down her very first debut.” His gaze tilted, sharp, invasive. “So tell me, do you really trust her?”Katie didn’t answer immediately. The pause stretched, thin as a wire ready to snap. Then steady, deliberate.“I do.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “Cleo doesn’t bend once she decides something. You know that. She doesn’t betray her own words.” A beat. Softer, but firmer. “Yes, I trust her.”“Do you?” Calvin murmured, almost amused. “Or do you just need to?”Silence.“I trust her”Then he exhaled, as if concluding an experiment. “Fine. Get ready.” His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. “Your model is about to become a supermodel.”Katie’s brows snapped together, irritation laced with something deeper, something suspicious. “Why do you sound like she isn’t your girlfriend?”That got a reacti
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” Calvin’s voice slipped out low, probing, as though each word was designed to pry something open. “How much Guinevere and Anthony shaped her to the point she turned down her very first debut.” His gaze tilted, sharp, invasive. “So tell me, do you really trust her?”Katie didn’t answer immediately. The pause stretched, thin as a wire ready to snap. Then steady, deliberate.“I do.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “Cleo doesn’t bend once she decides something. You know that. She doesn’t betray her own words.” A beat. Softer, but firmer. “Yes, I trust her.”“Do you?” Calvin murmured, almost amused. “Or do you just need to?”Silence.“I trust her”Then he exhaled, as if concluding an experiment. “Fine. Get ready.” His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. “Your model is about to become a supermodel.”Katie’s brows snapped together, irritation laced with something deeper, something suspicious. “Why do you sound like she isn’t your girlfriend?”That got a reacti
Kiara’s gaze did not linger; her eyes darted away swiftly, wide with unspoken fear, her body trembling as if the very air around her had turned hostile.Cleopatra turned toward Ana, puzzled. Ana’s brow furrowed. What's wrong with her?Before either could react, Kiara bolted from the room, her footsteps echoing like panicked whispers down the hall.“Why is she acting like that?” Cleopatra muttered, unease creeping into her voice. “I only wanted to confirm if Mr. Alvin was in his office.”Ana shrugged, uneasily. “Maybe it’s because of what happened the other day… when you took Calvin away. She might still be in shock over how you behaved.”Cleopatra’s eyes darkened with determination. “Yeah… could be.”She rose from her seat, every movement deliberate, a sense of purpose cutting through the lingering dread. “Let me go see Mr. Alvin.”Ana nodded, her own unease palpable. “Sure.”The room seemed to exhale behind her, her shadow stretching longer, as if the building itself were watching.T
“The Hot Body Glam Project will be hosted at Titan Dominion fitness in Verenna. These are the selected models.”Ethan’s voice remained steady as he advanced the slide. Names illuminated the projector screen one after another crisp, deliberate, undeniable.“Sabrina. Xander. Cleopatra. Helen. Culkin.”A brief silence followed thick, expectant.Anthony’s brows drew together, his displeasure immediate and unmasked.“Why isn’t Guinevere included?”Ethan hesitated. His gaze flickered toward Blake, the project manager, a trace of unease betraying his otherwise composed demeanor. Taking the cue, Blake straightened and spoke promptly.“Given the scale of this project, we opted for high-profile supermodels to maximize visibility and profit. Miss Guinevere is still relatively new her fanbase isn’t substantial enough to—”“Enough.”Anthony’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and final. He leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with restrained irritation.“Isn’t Cleopatra even more of
“Miss Cleopatra, can you step onto the stage and pour your magic?”She exhaled softly, brushing aside her doubts. “Sure.”With that, she ascended the stage.And in an instant, everything changed.Cleopatra transformed beneath the lights, her posture shifting into flawless poise, her presence commanding and ethereal. Each movement was deliberate, every glance laced with quiet power. The lemon lace gown shimmered as she moved, as though alive with her.Click.Moonshine’s fingers worked instinctively now, capturing frame after frame, his earlier distraction dissolving into pure focus.Click. Click.Each shot revealed something breathtaking: an angle, a shadow, a fleeting expression, every capture more mesmerizing than the last, as though the lens itself struggled to contain the magic she poured into every pose.Immediately, Moonshine moved closer, his hands deliberate and precise. “Since this gown is slitted… can you arch your legs, revealing your laps?”“Sure,” Cleopatra replied, her vo
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
“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







