LOGINThe party was a success indeed. Raniola and his company were pleased, and Jonathan secured even more deals. Evania was able to meet some of his contacts from France and beyond. He introduced her to every single one of them. He kept her by his side the entire time during the after-party. She was all his at the event; they held hands and danced at the climax of the evening.Sophia had slipped away with her ex-boyfriend, Alvares, and they didn't see her again that night. Arthur left with his manager immediately after the event. Yolanda returned with the rest of the crew to the hotel. Evania woke up by Jonathan’s side. She had stayed the night, marking her second night with him. She woke up on his arm, turning over to find him watching her.The last time they had slept together, she hadn't found him there the next morning. He had already left the room before she even woke up. This time, Jonathan smiled at her, pulled the sheets over her head, and cuddled her. Evania kissed him before she
The flashing lights blurred together at Café de l'Homme. Members of high society filled the event in white suits, while the ladies wore expensive white and red dresses. For the crew and the participants like the models, style was all that mattered. The atmosphere was a battlefield of uniqueness and creation. Jazz music filled the air with elite extravagance, while world-famous brands decorated the room.Posters and banners for Balenciaga were everywhere, and short clips of Gucci bags ran on the screens. The walls were adorned with Armani, Zara, and Dolce & Gabbana. There were so many brands that one could hardly keep track of them all.Sophia moved through the crowd like a ghost, capturing every laugh and every angle of the architecture with style. She stood a few meters from the runway along with other photographers, snapping pictures of every model who walked across the long, polished marble.Evania moved with a quiet, focused intensity. She was everywhere at once, whispering direct
The death of Franklin was still a fresh mystery, a jagged glass shard in the back of Jonathan’s mind. But Mr. Starkov wasn't interested in mourning; he had already sent another message. The warning was blunt: step away or take the fall for the corpse. Starkov’s man, Yamalenko sent him an audio recording of a conversation between him and the prosecutor.The conversation was nothing but a cage fight. His voice rumbled over the receiver. He didn't just warn the man; he threatened to drag his illicit affair into the bright, ugly light of the morning news.“You know what I am capable of doing Franklin,” Jonathan said. They had been tracking Franklin like an animal, monitoring every call and every step. That was how they got the audio. They hadn't just gotten lucky, they had been haunting him, Poor Franklin.Jonathan sat on the sofa now, arms spread wide across the backrest, claiming a crumbling throne. His mind was a battlefield, searching for a way to kill the ghosts. Evania was still
Evania stared across the table, drumming an impatient rhythm. Yolanda was yawning and checking the mascara on her cheeks. Sophia was on the other end of the round table, watching the little children play across the street while sipping her coffee. The silence was becoming awkward and unbearable, so Elizabeth started to complain.“We've been here for over an hour and there's no sign of them,” she said.Evania stared at Yolanda, whose gaze was fixed on the small railing leading up to the garden where they had gathered. A tall Italian man opened the small gate and walked in. He spread his arms and beamed as soon as they turned toward him. Elizabeth did not look up. The others welcomed him as he sat next to her.“Oh, I thought we were meeting the whole team,” he said, taking a teacup off the tray.Evania glanced over his shoulders, watching the waiter disappear into the cafe as the doors closed. Yolanda tapped her shoulder, bringing her focus back to the group.“Like I said, the video is
Evania stopped at the door. “What assurance do you have?” she asked in a low, calm tone.Jonathan let out a fresh breath, feeling his chest relax. He had waited for that peaceful, calm tone in her voice for a long time.“I told the prosecutor that if he played any more games, the Daily News would release all the evidence of the secret girlfriend he meets at Dom on Sundays,” he answered. His voice was a low murmur echoing in the hallway.“Is that enough to get him to court on Monday?” she questioned, loosening her grip on the door.“Trust me,” he responded.“I already did,” Evania hissed.Her voice died away as she walked inside. Jonathan turned and watched her disappear. He looked at the half-open door, then turned back to his own room. Something crossed his mind, and he turned back again.Surprisingly, the door was still open. He called her name softly, but she didn't respond, so he moved to the door and pushed it gently with his finger. Evania was standing by the couch. Jonathan s
The next day, Yelena woke up to many messages and texts on her phone. Sonia had sent them, expressing her deep disappointment. Sonia was upset that she had not been informed that the Marcus case had been called off. She had tried calling Yelena several times, demanding an explanation, before resorting to messages.Her father was the last line she could not cross. Even though she was working as hard as possible to see Evania fall, she was also smart enough to play the game with some restraint. Yelena grabbed the phone and read through the messages, but her eyes were still heavy with sleep.Her last hope was Dick Dowson. Even though he was a disgusting man, many people on the internet watched and believed him. Dick was the perfect candidate for her smear campaign.She got out of bed, unbothered by Sonia's irritating texts. She unbuttoned her gown and entered the shower. As the water rained down on her, her mind shifted back to Garrett. She remembered the hot kiss that had almost led to
“Forgive me for my unsanctioned visit, Mr. Cooper,” Jonathan said.The old man offered a thin, knowing smile. He pulled a weathered file from the mountain of paperwork on his desk and slid it toward Jonathan like a forbidden offering."Whatever you find in there, Jonathan—it’s on your head,” Mr. Coo
“Hello, Uncle Marcus!” Maya screamed, hugging his tall, weary legs.Marcus took her hands as they walked to a metallic table with four seats. Maya sat on his lap while Becky and Evania took the two seats on the opposite end.“How are you doing, big boy?” Becky muttered, resting her hands on the tabl
“Should I?” she whispered, reaching for the hem of her crop top.Garrett watched, his nerves paralyzed as she peeled the garment over her head and discarded it, exposing her sharp, pointed nipples.The low light fell on her glistening skin as she began to touch herself, slowly massaging her breasts
Geoffrey drove his boss home immediately after work; as usual, silence accompanied their journey through the streets.Through the rearview mirror, he noticed that his boss's eyes were heavy and drooping. Jonathan’s gaze was unfocused, as if he were barely holding on.Once they arrived at his lonely







