(Demetria's pov)...Immediately the door closed behind me, and the voices outside began to increase as if Choas has began."Why didn't you tell me?" he asked "Tell you what?" I asked still fuming at his sudden change of girlfriend."You are being accused of a very big offense," he said reminding me of the main reason why I am here in the first place, to sway away attention.According to Steven soon pictures of me will be everywhere online tonight and he will make sure it keeps going till the interview day."Steven is taking care of it," I said a little bit salty "Fuck! Who are those people? Animals? I thought this was for celebrities only" I hear from outside, immediately I dragged him to a stall hiding him away, how do I explain why I am alone with my CEO in the woman's restroom?"This is so wrong," I muttered under my breath, I looked up to notice he was taller than the freaking stall, who builds this rubbish?I immediately held his neck pushing him down, it resulted in an awkwar

(Emilia's pov)I woke up, groggy and disoriented, as if I had been transported to a different world overnight. The room around me seemed strangely unfamiliar, casting an eerie glow that added to my confusion. My head throbbed with a heavy ache, pulsating with each heartbeat. It was as if a marching band had taken up residence inside my skull, drumming away at my temples.I blinked a few times, trying to clear my blurred vision, but the world remained hazy and distorted. Slowly, the details of the room began to materialize, revealing a sparse and sterile environment. White walls surrounded me, devoid of any personal touch or warmth. The air felt sterile and cold, intensifying the sense of isolation I was experiencing.As I attempted to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, threatening to pull me back into the disorienting depths of sleep. I reached out to steady myself, grasping the edge of the unfamiliar bed. The texture of the sheets against my fingertips felt foreign, yet oddl

(Demetria's Pov)The anticipation had built to a crescendo, like a symphony reaching its most dramatic peak, as I sat in front of the mirror in that elegant hotel room. The soft illumination of the vanity lights created an aura of elegance, but inside, my heart was racing, and my thoughts were in turmoil. I was about to face an interview that felt like crossing a tightrope stretched high above a chasm of uncertainty, and I couldn't afford to look down.In my trembling hands, I held the interview questions that Steven, my manager, had meticulously prepared. The paper felt cool and smooth, a tangible connection to the task at hand. I couldn't help but steal glances at it, as if the words typed there held the answers to all my doubts.Around me, the makeup team worked like artisans, their brushes and palettes transforming me into an image of perfection. But despite their skill, my mind was anywhere but in that room. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to quell the storm of thoughts crashing

Sitting in my living room, I felt a sense of turmoil within me, my hands folded tightly as Raffaele sat opposite me, his reassuring presence a small comfort in the midst of my chaotic thoughts. My mind raced, searching my subconscious for answers. What should I do? Should I attempt to reconnect with Rosa, my advisor whose advice I had yet to follow? Here I was, knee-deep in a mess of scandals, feeling utterly lost."You're thinking too much," Raf's soothing voice cut through my inner turmoil, and he offered me a warm smile."I can't help it," I confessed, my anxiety still gripping me. "And now, because of me, so many people will suffer," I added, struggling to keep my composure."I'll take care of everything," he reassured me, his voice filled with determination."How?" I asked, my faith wavering. The door to the living room began to make noise, signaling someone's arrival."Why can't they give us a moment of peace?" I muttered, feeling trapped in a never-ending cycle of chaos.The do

The ringing from my phone caught my attention. Raffaele calling, he earlier has bren communicating through steven."Hello," I said upon picking the call"How are you feeling?" he asked his voice soothing, exactly what I needed."I am better thanks to you," I said smiling."I told you to trust me, I will get to the bottom of everything, Just trust me," he said reassuring but still I wants to be involved."I will take care of everything including the accident," he said...I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. He has become my pillar of strength throughout this ordeal, and his calm reassurance was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves."Thank you, Raffaele," I said sincerely. "I do trust you, and I appreciate everything you're doing for me."His voice carried a warmth that seemed to chase away the remnants of anxiety that had lingered. "That's what partners are for, to stand by each other in times of need."We continued to talk for a while, discussing th