All Chapters of Beautiful But Unlucky : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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The Other Bride - Anielle

Silvia POV---I had never felt more like an outsider than I did among that polished brunch crowd. The women were beautiful, their laughs like jingles and effortless, their diamonds whispering wealth and legacy with every flick of the wrist. The table was set in the middle of a well trimmed garden, complete with cascading orchids and a harpist who played like she was weaving spells into the air.Becoming engaged to the Riegos meant that I had to do two things that didn't come to mind previously.Number 1. Move into Calvin's penthouse. We were engaged and we needed to prove it to the masses, that we were drunk in love, so moving in with Calvin was just part of the deal. But I still wondered if the contract was worth it when I found out the second. Marrying into old money like the Riegos meant that I had to attend events like this tailored for the rich and influential. And one thing that I had noticed was that each of them were snobbish brats.I wore ivory — silk, fitted, with an open b

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

Kiss Me Like It’s Not Pretend

Silvia POV---The moment we stepped inside the penthouse, I could no longer breathe.The air was too thick with perfume and pretense, and the door hadn’t even fully closed before I turned on him, my heels echoing sharply against the polished marble floor.“Was that supposed to be fun for you?” I asked, my voice low and trembling, though not with fear. It was rage. Pain. Everything Anielle had so delicately carved into me at brunch, now breaking free from beneath my skin like splinters.Calvin didn’t look surprised. He stood by the console table, tossing his keys down, loosening his collar like he’d just come back from a boardroom brawl, not a garden of venom-laced smiles.“She’s just noise,” he said, without turning. “You know that.”“Don’t,” I warned, pacing toward him, my gold heels still on, my ivory dress still beautiful- but I was unraveling beneath it all. “Don’t stand there and reduce her to ‘noise’ when you haven’t said one goddamn word to defend me today. You knew she was go

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

Whispers from the Crowd

Silvia POV---My phone buzzed for the twelfth time in twenty minutes.I didn’t need to look.I already knew.Another headline. Another comment. Another post dissecting my smile, my dress, my entire existence like I was nothing more than a tabloid puppet strung together with red lipstick and ambition.I was used to whispers.But this… this was a goddamn war cry.“From Wife to Whore? The Fall and Rise of Silvia Moretti.”“Damaged Muse or Social Climber?”“Calvin Riego’s Latest Phase: Beauty with a Bruised Past.”My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through the acidic flood of speculation. They had taken bits and pieces of my life - grainy paparazzi shots, half-truths, assumptions - and stitched them together into a grotesque version of me I could barely recognize.And still… I read it. Like a punishment I couldn’t stop giving myself.> “She’s not even that pretty. Just looks expensive.”“Bet Calvin’s already bored of her.”“She cries trauma to get sympathy. Typical.”“From Sim

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

The First Tear

Silvia’s POV---It was almost laughable - how long I’d managed to hold it together.I’d walkedd through gilded rooms with my chin lifted like I belonged there, wrapped in dresses of silk and gold. I’d let makeup conceal the shadows beneath my eyes and let perfume bury the scent of anxiety that clung to my skin like smoke.I smiled through every whisper. Every camera flash. Every venom-laced headline.But silence… silence is where everything shatters.The apartment was dark, save for the buttery flicker of a single lamp in the corner. Outside, the city continued as usual. Inside, the world was so still it ached. The walls felt too close. My skin too tight.The envelope Calvin had left me sat on the coffee table like a quiet scream. Closed. Even though I already knew what was inside. The headlines had vanished - scrubbed like dirt from polished marble. My name cleared. My image restored.But the ache remained.And for once, I didn’t know what to do with it.I curled up on the sofa, kne

Last Updated : 2025-06-14

Lace and Leather

Calvin POV + Silvia POV---SilviaThe studio smelled like sweat, expensive cologne, and electricity.Everything pulsed in that space - light, camera shutters, the quiet hum of anticipation that filled the air like perfume. The set was drenched in shadow and golden floodlight, every corner engineered to blur the line between fantasy and flesh.And I was standing in black lace, cold air kissing the bare curve of my thigh.Across from me, Calvin wore leather - his shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, belt undone just enough to send a message. His collarbone caught the light like a sin waiting to be swallowed.I should’ve been used to this by now.But nothing… nothing could’ve prepared me for the raw gravity of being told to pose with him."Back arched just a little more, Silvia," the photographer called. "Calvin - closer."It was a shoot with Calvin and I. Reynold was no where to be found and with us being engaged it seemed natural for us to take it together. No other male model dared

Last Updated : 2025-06-14

A night in Milan

Calvin POV---Milan burned in its own kind of way.It wasn’t loud like New York, or reckless like Vegas. Milan seduced. It draped itself in shadows and wine-stained lips, every inch soaked in elegance that didn’t ask for attention - it demanded it with a whisper.And somehow, I ended up here with her.Silvia.The woman who haunted every room I walked into - whether or not she was in it.We were here for the another campaign. One of the biggest deal of the season. A legacy collaboration between Deva and the Milan fashion house known for redefining sensual couture. Headlines. Cameras. Prestige.But behind the flashbulbs and five-star gloss, the real story was this:We were sharing a suite in the Palazzo Pavone.A marble palace with sweeping velvet curtains and two champagne flutes always chilling in silver.Two people. One bed.One long, slow unraveling.---Our days were smooth chaos - back-to-back fittings, photo previews, lighting tests. Silvia in floor-length lace and thigh-high le

Last Updated : 2025-06-14

Anielle's poison

Silvia – POV---The afternoon light filtered through the lace curtains like spilled cream, soft and deceptive. We were seated, two women in gold and ivory, sipping chilled tea from delicate porcelain. Anielle Handall smiled at me from across the low table, legs crossed like a ballet dancer, eyes unreadable and cruel beneath her sweetness.Another ball that I had to attend as the Ms of the Reigo family, another treacherous and painfully long hours of smiling and talking with people who cared more about the ring on my finger than who I was.“I wanted a little time, just us,” Anielle said softly, brushing a nonexistent crumb from her thigh. “It’s so hard to talk in crowds, don’t you think? All that noise. All those cameras.”Her voice dripped with warmth, but it didn’t reach her gaze. Nothing ever did.But I would rather sit here and talk to her than stand for five more minutes like a mannequin.I gave a nod, polite. Distant. “Of course. I imagine you have much to say.”“Oh, darling, n

Last Updated : 2025-06-14

Velvet, Heat, and Moans

Silvia & Calvin POV---Silvia – POVRome shimmered like it was made of wine and flame.The streets blurred outside the tinted windows of the limousine, but I couldn’t focus on them. Not when Calvin’s thigh brushed mine, not when the silence between us turned heavy. The city was golden behind glass, fountains singing in the distance, but all I could feel was the heat humming between us - alive, volatile.Neither of us spoke. We hadn’t since dinner.But I saw the tension in his jaw, the clench of his fist against his thigh. I heard the way his breath kept catching whenever I moved. And when my fingers shifted - just slightly - and grazed the inside of his wrist, he turned to me like a man ready to break.“Silvia,” he said softly. But it wasn’t a warning.Something in me wanted to ask about the picture, to question him and kill that voice telling me that I was just setting myself up to burn. But I didn't, I couldn't - we had turned a contract marriage into something more, but it was sti

Last Updated : 2025-06-29

Thank You

I just want to say a big thank you to those who have stayed with me through the lives of the Iconic Silvia and silent Calvin. This is just the ending of the first Arc as their story is just beginning, the next chapter is the start of the second Arc and holds bountiful surprises and twists. Just sit tight and enjoy the ride....

Last Updated : 2025-06-29

The Man I Don’t Know

POV: Calvin & Silvia---Calvin’s POVIt was 2:14 a.m. when my phone buzzed—sharp, insistent, vibrating across the glass nightstand like it had something to say that couldn’t wait.I blinked awake slowly, the dim light from the moon casting silver shadows across the room. My eyes adjusted, and the first thing I saw was her.Silvia.She was sprawled on her side, one leg kicked out from under the covers, the sheet barely hanging onto the curve of her hip. Her mouth parted slightly, lashes heavy against her cheekbones. Her arm reached toward the side of the bed where I lay, as if she’d been searching for me in her sleep.And just like that, I didn’t want to move.But the phone buzzed again. This time, the screen flashed:Thomas (Encrypted)Shit.I slipped out of bed carefully, like silence was something sacred. My feet touched the cold marble floor, and I padded over to the tall wind

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

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