Novel & Cerita Blind Date Face Reveal

“But I’m married. You’re not… concerned?” Zayn laughed. “Silly girl. Why would I be?” Why would he be? He was her husband! Zayn’s words incited just the right surge of bravery. Faye gritted her teeth, mustered all she had, and tore the mask away from his face. A rush of cold air assaulted his face, and his line of sight suddenly widening. He had been unmasked. His face was out in the open for Faye to see. Her expression was out in the open for him to see as well. She was flummoxed. Her eyes had widened, her mouth slightly agape. Every single one of her features screamed disbelief as she took in the sight of Zayn right in front of her.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

"The photos from the gallery. They're everywhere. People are saying..." "Handle it." He hung up. Set the phone down harder than necessary. Silence rushed back in. Thicker this time. Suffocating. He picked up the phone again. Couldn't help himself. Opened the browser. Typed his name. The headlines loaded instantly. *Callahan Heir and Blake Heiress: One Final Scene* *Landon's Cold Revenge or Public Heartbreak?* *Sienna Blake Slaps Landon Callahan at Her Own Exhibition* Photos underneath. So many photos.

Katleya stopped when Blue handed her his phone. “What’s this for?” she asked. “Your Facegram name. I want to be friends with you. You’d like that, right? I can even introduce you to my twin,” Blue said. “Fine. Thank you.” Katleya added herself using Blue’s account. Once done, she handed the phone back. Blue smiled when he saw Katleya’s display picture. She wore a two-piece swimsuit, showing off her beautiful figure and a mole on her chest. He stared at it seriously.

“What kind of leak?” He reached for his tablet and pulled up a page. A gossip site. There it was, her face, his face, a zoomed-in photo of them walking hand-in-hand along the private beach. The headline was shameless: “Billionaire Adrian Black’s Mystery Woman, Not So Mysterious Anymore?” She stared at it. Her stomach turned slowly, like a gear clicking into motion. “How?” “We don’t know yet,” Adrian said grimly. “Someone on the island, most likely, maybe a tourist who recognized me. It happens.”

Max must have agreed with him, because he sighed before hanging up the phone. The limo came to a stop and the flash of cameras and the loud voices became overwhelming. Questions were being fired out from left and right. "Maximilian who is your date?" "Is she a model?" "Is she a movie star?" I turned my head to the side so that my hair could hide my face like a curtain. I didn't want my face to end up on the front page of any magazines. Men dressed in black suits and shades came to fend them off. Then the biggest one opened the door to let us out. Blake stepped out first, and the crowd went wild.

"You can deny it? Alright. Let's say you do deny it. What will you do when the son of a bitch reveals your face?" "Why do you keep saying that?! Stop fucking saying that! He won't reveal my face! He won't!--" "Didn't you see his second post? He said he is going to do a face reveal and then let everyone know his reason for doing such to you. He wants to confess it to the whole world but he wants this video to trend for a while before he does that!" She suddenly felt suffocated. His words were far from what she had hoped to hear. Who was that bastard and why was he out to get her?!

Blaze ***Davenport Heir’s Secret Engagement to Rebecca Cole Leaked Ahead of Gala Appearance.*** That’s the goddamn headline. Bold, flashy, tabloid-style font like it knows it’s about to ruin someone’s day. And yeah, it fucking does. My thumb hovers over the screen. I blink at the picture sitting right under the headline—Carlo, fucking Carlo, on one knee with a diamond ring, slipping it onto some girl’s perfectly manicured finger. Rebecca Cole. She's smiling like she just won the goddamn lottery. Probably because she did.

Her thumb hovered over the send button. She added one more line for good measure: “I just feel so alone…” Send. The message was delivered instantly. The familiar “read” notification didn’t appear. Tally kept refreshing, waiting, growing more anxious by the minute. To distract herself, she scrolled through Blake’s most recent public appearance. He had attended a high-end charity gala the night before. Alone. Or rather—not with her. Paparazzi photos showed him standing off to the side, sipping wine, deep in conversation with an older businessman. But what caught Tally’s eye was the unmistakable glimmer of hesitation in his eyes when asked about Eva.

After this lesson, Irene secretly made the decision not to offend Jordan in the future. In the blink of an eye, her blind date TV program also began. When she went to ask for a leave of absence from Jordan, his face was tightly drawn, as if Irene owed him a lot of money. Although his expression was unpleasant, in the end, he still didn't make things difficult for Irene. Because this blind date program was held for Irene alone, Irene didn't wear a mask. Instead, she appeared on the scene in a set of very ordinary clothes.