LOGINKatie shook her head quickly. “No… not really.” She exhaled, forcing a faint smile. “You two love each other so much… that’s enough.”Then her expression turned serious. She reached out and took Cleopatra’s hands firmly.“Promise me something,” Katie said softly. “Don’t let Anthony get to you.”Cleopatra met her gaze, steady and unwavering.“I promise.”***The white activewear sets clung to Cleopatra, Sabrina, Helen, and Guinevere like a second skin, sculpting every curve with flawless precision. They stood beside Xander and Culkin, who were dressed in sleek black activewear, the contrast sharp and striking.Under the studio lights, their bodies looked impossibly refined, lean lines, toned silhouettes, effortless allure. Each of them held their pose with quiet confidence, radiating a heat that didn’t need exaggeration.The camera shutter clicked rapidly, capturing every angle, every shift of posture. They didn’t just stand there; they owned the frame, exuding a polished, magnetic pr
Cleopatra tilted her head slightly.“Fan?”Cornell’s smile deepened not forced, but strangely sincere.“Yes,” he said. “Not just a fan. I’d like to be more than that… I want to be your friend. Please, will you permit me?”A brief silence.Then Cleopatra smiled faintly.“Your phone.”Cornell’s eyes lit up. He quickly handed it over.Anthony’s jaw tightened so hard it looked like it might crack. His fist clenched at his side, gaze darkening as it locked onto Cornell like a warning.But Cornell didn’t look away.He met Anthony’s stare head-on still smiling.Unbothered.Unshaken.Almost challenging.“Here,” Cleopatra said, handing the phone back.“Thank you,” Cornell replied softly. “I promise I won’t bother you with messages.”“Just keep to your word,” she said lightly.“I will.”Cornell turned.And walked away.Just as he passed, a man in a face cap was entering the building.Bryan’s fingers moved swiftly across his screen, tapping with precise control as he worked.[Bryan: She just met
“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
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







