LOGINHana hesitated, unsure if she should open up and share the heavy burdens of her life with Kathalina. Even though there was such a vast difference in their social standing and circumstances, she felt surprisingly at ease and comfortable in her presence. There was a gentle warmth and quiet reassurance in Kathalina’s manner that felt rare and genuine, making Hana feel safe enough to set aside her usual reserve and speak from the heart. “To be honest…” she began softly, her voice trembling slightly with hesitation and vulnerability, “my manager told me earlier that they will only call me if there is new work available.” She lowered her gaze, staring at the floor as a shadow of sadness crossed her face. “But I have no idea when that will be. It could be next week, or next month… or perhaps it might never come at all.”She knew all too well how harsh and competitive the modeling industry was. There were countless beautiful girls all striving for the same limited opportunities, and she had
Guests began to filter out of the grand hall one by one, their voices filled with praise and admiration for the spectacular show they had just witnessed. However, a significant number remained behind: wealthy collectors, loyal clients, and prospective business partners who were utterly captivated by the elegance and artistry of the designs. They clustered around Erica, Steve, and Leon, eager to place special orders, inquire about future collections, and discuss formal partnerships and collaborations with the company.Leonel stood a short distance away, engaged in conversation with a group of prominent businessmen and investors, his demeanor professional and composed.Yet even as he spoke and exchanged details, his attention was never fully off his wife. Every few moments, his gaze would drift back toward Erica, watching her closely, making sure she wasn’t moving around too much or exerting herself unnecessarily. He knew very well how much she loved her work, how passionate she was abo
On the other side of the venue, near the exit, Raol and Alysa remained standing, flanked firmly by security guards on both sides, waiting for the police to arrive and take them into custody. When Kathalina’s final words reached their ears, along with the thunderous applause that followed, Raol’s face turned purple with rage and disbelief.The realization that the woman they had tried to harm, to ruin, and to look down upon was actually the famous, mysterious designer Layla, someone whose influence and wealth were beyond measure, was the final blow to his pride.He turned sharply toward Alysa, his face twisted with uncontrollable rage, and before anyone could react, his hand swung out violently, striking her hard across the cheek. The sharp, loud smack echoed clearly through the quiet space, making everyone nearby freeze in shock.The security guards standing close by were taken completely by surprise; they had not expected him to turn physically violent right under their watch. It too
Now, hearing Kathalina speak of her struggles, of the loneliness and hardship she had endured, believing she was entirely on her own, Jeff saw the pain in Thirdie’s eyes. He knew that every word she said only deepened the guilt his boss carried, the knowledge that he had been there all along, that he had watched her cry and work and fight, yet had been forced to stay hidden, unable to step forward, unable to hold her, to tell her that she was never truly alone. Jeff felt for him, knowing that every single one of those secret journeys, every sleepless night spent traveling, every moment of longing and silence, had been driven by nothing but love and the desperate need to protect her, even if it meant she would never know, even if it meant he had to bear the burden of her suffering alone.Kathalina’s gaze swept gently over the crowd, her expression soft and sincere as she continued speaking, her voice carrying clearly to every corner of the hall.“Anyway, for all these years, I asked E
Kathalina’s smile trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with held-back tears. “He came just to thank me. He told me that shortly after he bought it… His wife had already been very ill, and she passed away not long after their anniversary.”Several guests lowered their heads, moved by the sadness of the story, and even Agnes, who had been so loud and angry earlier, remained perfectly still, silenced by the emotion in the room.“He told me that before she died, while she still had the strength to dress up and look in the mirror… she wore that dress. He told me she stood there, looking at herself, and she smiled, a smile he said he would remember forever. He told me that for just a little while, she felt beautiful, she felt cherished, she felt loved completely. And he told me…” Kathalina paused, her voice thick with emotion, as she glanced toward Erica, who was now openly weeping, tears streaming down her face. “He told me for just one night, my wife felt like the most beautiful woma
“I left because I wanted to start over, far from everything I had known. I was hurt, I was lost, and I needed to find myself again, to remember who I was beyond the roles others had given me.” There was no bitterness in her tone, only the honest clarity of someone who had walked through darkness and found her way out.“So I went to Italy, the place I had dreamed of since I was a young girl, the heart of the fashion world, where art and beauty are woven into every street and every moment. I thought that stepping into that world, finding work at a small clothing company, meant my future had finally begun exactly as I had imagined.” She paused, and a soft, self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips.“But just one month later… the company went completely bankrupt.” A ripple of gentle laughter spread through the audience, lightening the mood, as they understood the irony of her beginnings. Even Kathalina smiled, shaking her head slightly at the memory.“My friend Erica and I suddenly found ou
It was 8 p.m. when Erica and Steve stepped into Kathalina’s office. The quiet click of the door sounded unusually loud on the top floor, where only a few executives remained working.“Boss, it’s time. We need to head to the airport,” Steve said, glancing at his watch.Kathalina looked up from the p
The clock on Thirdie’s office wall ticked loudly in the quiet room, though he barely heard it anymore. Paperwork had a way of swallowing time whole. He leaned back in his chair, eyes still tracing the figures printed across the project report in front of him. It was already lunch hour, but he didn’
The sound of paper slamming against glass echoed through the high-rise office like a crack of thunder.Harold Salcedo stood behind his wide glass desk, both hands pressed flat against the surface. The finance reports slid slightly under his palms, the pages rustling faintly. Numbers filled the sheet
Thirdie stared at the phone in his hand, the faint vibration echoing through his palm. The cold air from the veranda still clung to his skin. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived, only a pale hint of light brushing across the quiet private subdivision. Gated homes lined the quiet streets, each one neat and cl







