ANMELDENGeoffrey waited by the car while Jonathan and Evania stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the billowing waves from the observatory. He stayed quiet for a while; the drizzle had completely stopped and the chill had sharpened, but neither felt the cold, for they were standing far too close to one another.Jonathan placed his hands on the concrete wall and took a deep breath. He glanced at Evania, catching her profile. Her gaze was captured by the churning sea. The wind drove the water against the jagged rocks guarding the cliffside with violent force.Jonathan checked on his man, Geoffrey, who waited at a distance. He cleared his throat, suddenly piercing the somber curtain of grief. He let out another long, bracing breath as his lips moved.“I brought you here to discuss your brother. I intend to rescue him from Starkov’s predatory hands,” he murmured.“He asked me about the new lawyer. I didn't know what to tell him,” she replied.Jonathan turned to her. She shifted to face him, a
“You thought you could run away just like that,” he murmured, pressing the cold barrel against Graham’s trembling chest.“Please... I already told you everything. Just let me go,” Graham sobbed.Mr. Starkov’s brow furrowed, insulted by the pathetic plea. Graham had not only betrayed him by leaking sensitive information to his own daughter, but he had delivered it directly to the offspring of his sworn enemy—Jonathan—before attempting to flee the country.“You could have informed me before committing such an atrocity,” he growled.“I tried... I tried, but I couldn't reach you,” Graham whispered, his voice splintering as his breath began to fail him.Mr. Starkov rose from his seat, his gaze sharpening as it lingered on the polished sheen of his weapon. He pulled the trigger. A single, frigid bullet drilled a hole through Graham’s chest; a torrent of blood stained his shirt and he finally gave up the ghost.After two disastrous meetings and the weight of an overbearing manager, Evania an
Evania was already at the Palm Gardens, a classic resort designed with expensive Victorian art and architecture. The venue was booked by her team for the audition, a three-minute video clip and a clear high quality photo shoot attached to their pitch that would convince the client they were worth their time in Paris at the high-end event.Such exclusive contracts came with unscripted guidelines and stringent requirements. Jonathan secured the shooting rights as well as publication of the event in Paris for Le Luxe, a top fashion and entertainment magazine in Europe that featured the finest in the industry.Walter Media, under their own famous magazine, The Lifestyle, were among three other European companies competing for the spot that year. If they got it right, they would be in Paris the following week, shooting with their cast at the event and also publishing the entire event in their magazine.Elizabeth kept her eyes on the restless editor, Evania. Becky was sorting the camera ge
Minutes later, the news hit the media space, both on the Web and on paper. A print copy of the Daily—Walter Media’s own newsletter—devoted a full page to the gala. Soon, the internet drowned in counter-narratives and theories, systematically erasing every rumor that had come before. Most of it ruled by Focus media's intensive smear campaign.Geoffrey returned from his shadow work. He’d tracked the two employees, Evania and Becky, only to find them desperate. They weren’t plotting; they were just ransacking every agency and broker in the city for models. Jonathan’s fury shifted toward Elizabeth. She was the one who had the staff burning rubber across town just to find a "perfect" face for the camera instead of handling the final touches for the anticipated project.Evania reached out to a top-tier London agency. This was the endgame. If this meeting backfired, they would go back to Elizabeth empty-handed, which as she stated, meant losing the project to another serious group.Evania a
“Girlll!” Becky screamed, her voice piercing the office air.Evania glared at her, giving her a sharp, heavy side-eye. Becky clutched her chest and looked around as if checking if she were still on solid ground. She couldn’t believe what her friend had just confessed.“Bloody hell, keep your voice down, Becky. I’m trying to work,” Evania hissed softly.Becky couldn't wipe the grin off her face. She shook her head, still caught in the shock of the moment. “Seriously, I can’t believe you actually kissed that rich son of a bitch,” she whispered, though her excitement still bubbled over.Evania’s expression hardened into a cold, nonchalant mask. “Watch your tongue, you chatterbox,” she warned.Becky raised her palms in surrender, backing away from Evania's emerging wrath. Evania shifted her focus to Yolanda, who was approaching her desk with a yellow file. The young woman handed it over, clearing her throat nervously while hiding another sheet of paper behind her back.“What’s that behi
Sophia Mendez was a tall, sun-kissed Spanish photographer with a legendary reputation, especially in the high-stakes world of fashion. Four major awards and years of elite work with Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Fashion Week had earned her global respect.However, during a trip to London, an investigative journalist used Sophia's testimony to expose a rising fashion house. The agency was accused of exploiting and trafficking young girls. The scandal was explosive, and in the fallout, Sophia lost most of her deals and high-profile events.She managed to start her own small studio and published a local travel magazine focused on the ancient, classical heart of London. After the betrayal of the media, she swore never to do interviews or private meetings again.Jonathan, however, was one of the few people who had supported her. He allowed her magazine to be part of the Walter Collection until she found her footing again. Evania was clueless about this history; all she knew was that Sophia refus







