LOGINKAYLAThe camera lights finally dimmed, signaling the end of another long day on set. As the crew began the familiar ritual of packing up cables and reflectors, I found my thoughts drifting back to Corvin again.How was he? What was he doing at this exact moment? I found myself craving his company, not just his presence, but the way he made me feel. He had unlocked parts of me I didn’t know existed, leaving behind a void that no amount of work could seem to fill.“So… I heard Derek and his team just wrapped their shoot in Dubai?”The voice belonged to Alvin, who stepped into my dressing tent with a familiar, grumbling tone. I came here to rest for a few minutes after the early shoot. A few weeks ago, I thought things might be awkward between us given what happened at the bar, but Alvin had surprised me. He had become a genuine friend and a confidant. I was deeply grateful to have someone to talk to about the "Derek situation." He was the only one who knew the truth. I couldn't risk t
CORVIN The sun hadn't even come up yet when I pulled into my reserved spot at the office the next morning. My eyes were burning from lack of sleep, and my skin felt tight, but I didn't care. I had a schedule to keep. If I stopped moving, the memory of last night–the sounds from my laptop and the ache in my chest, would swallow me whole. "Good morning, Mr. Marlowe," my assistant, Michelle, said as I stepped off the elevator. She was trying to keep up with my pace. "You have the board prep at eight, the quarterly review at ten, and the lunch meeting with Mr. Sterling at one." "Move the review to nine," I snapped, not looking back. "I want the data on the Southside project on my desk in five minutes. If there’s a single decimal point out of place, I want the head of accounting in here immediately." "Yes, sir." I slammed my office door shut. My desk was clean, but my mind was a mess. I sat down and opened my laptop, my fingers hovering over the keys. For a split second, I wanted to s
CORVINI buried myself in work. I thought that if I stayed busy enough, I could eventually get her out of my head. Every single contract that lands on my desk goes through a brutal review. I read every word, every sentence, and every tiny detail before my signature ever touches the paper. I’m looking for mistakes, but really, I’m just looking for a way to keep my brain occupied.Every meeting I attend, I make sure to be the loudest voice. I ask every question I have, even the ones I already know the answers to. I push my team, I push my partners, and I push myself until I’m exhausted. When I go on business trips, I’m a perfectionist. I ensure everything goes exactly according to the plan. If there is a gap in the schedule, I fill it with more work. I don't want a single second of free time.I tried my absolute best to bury the thought of Kayla in the very back of my mind. I wanted to put her in a box, lock it, and hide the key where I could never find it.But it doesn’t work. No matte
KAYLAAfter crying my heart out, I feel like I can’t face Alvin anymore. The weight of my own humiliation is so heavy that I don’t have the courage to even look him in the eyes. Right now, a million things must be running through his head. He probably thinks I’m a slut. He probably thinks I’m a cheater.Inside, I know those things aren't true, but I can’t find the strength to defend myself. It’s like my lips are glued shut. My voice has simply vanished.“I understand that you’re going through a rough patch and that you’re in a long-distance relationship right now,” Alvin says softly. He gestures between the two of us. “But I don’t think this will help at all, Kayla. I don’t think this is a good decision. You’re drunk and your mind is cloudy. Maybe I should just take you home?”I shake my head violently. The thought of him pitying me as a "lost, cheating girl" hurts more than the heartbreak itself.“No, this won’t be cheating,” I murmur, my voice cracking. “Derek and I broke up.”Alvin
“See? I told you you’d nail it!” Alvin said, his voice bright and full of energy. He sounded so genuinely happy for me that I couldn't help but smile. After all the drama and stress from earlier in the day, his cheerful mood was exactly what I needed. We stepped back onto the set to try the scene one more time. This time, the magic was there. We finished the shot in just one take, and the scenes that followed went perfectly. It felt like the weight on my shoulders had finally lifted. As I walked towards my dressing tent, I took a deep breath of the cool night air. I had to keep reminding myself that I am stronger than my problems. My acting career is growing every day, and I worked too hard to get here. I can't let my personal life or my mistakes ruin my future. By 9:00 PM, the director finally called a wrap, and we were done for the day. “How about I see you in a few minutes?” Alvin asked when we reached the entrance of my tent. Through the flap, I could see my assistant, Maddie,
KAYLAAfter saying goodbye to Casey and Jordan, I made my way back to our filming location. To my surprise, the traffic wasn’t as heavy as I had feared. The city streets were unusually clear, allowing me to arrive just in time for my call. However, the moment I stepped onto the set, the peacefulness of the drive vanished. My schedule was packed, and the atmosphere was buzzing with the usual high-energy chaos of a production day.I immediately sat in my designated chair. It felt like a whirlwind around me. My makeup artists began dabbing foundation onto my skin, their brushes moving with practiced precision, while my stylists were walking back and forth, organizing the floral dresses and accessories for the day’s scenes. In the middle of this commotion, I sat with my script clutched in my hands. I felt a sense of panic rising. I needed to re-familiarize myself with every line. It felt as if my brain had hit a reset button and wiped away all the dialogue I had memorized the night befo







