Entertainment Circle 소설 & 이야기

James said beside her, adjusting his cufflinks, “why you agreed to this again?” Catherine forced a smile. “Maybe I’m finally giving the Upper Circle a shot.” “You mean, your parents pressured you again.” She didn’t answer. The Blake Gala was an annual event thrown by the city’s most powerful family — and invitation-only. It was a show of status, control, and perfectly curated scandal. Everyone who was anyone was here tonight. Including him. Her heart stuttered as she stepped into the ballroom — all chandelier light and secrets. Her eyes skimmed the crowd, barely registering the symphony or the champagne tower.

"CROWN ENTERTAINMENT BREAKS SILENCE ON SCARLET SINCLAIR & DARREN FLORES RUMORS" Her eyes skimmed through the official statement from Crown Entertainment: “Crown Entertainment would like to officially comment on the recent speculations regarding our artists, Scarlet Elle Sinclair and Darren Flores. We realize that we share in the excitement and interest of fans; however, we want to inform everyone that these speculations are entirely false. Scarlet and Darren are excellent working partners as co-stars and brand ambassadors, but that's all. We ask that our artists' private lives be respected. Gossip that lacks evidence damagingly affects the targeted people as well as destroys the commendable

Elena did not sit for long. She leaned forward again, unlocking her phone with a quick movement, and her eyes sharpened like she was not done pulling threads yet. “This is only the outer circle,” she said while scrolling through another list of names and tapping one thoughtfully. “The real pressure begins when the inner circle starts doubting.” Vittorio straightened in his chair and adjusted his glasses again, his brows pulling together in focus. “You mean the silent partners,” he said while turning his tablet toward her. “Yes,” Elena replied while nodding once and pressing call again. “The ones who never speak publicly but control half the flow.”

If the Ghost thought they could use my father’s name to haunt us, they were about to learn that I knew every shadow he left behind — and I could make them my own. Gia oversaw intel extraction, running point with the hackers who’d been loyal to Zach since his Veronin days. Niko coordinated with the ground teams, planting backup routes and alternate escapes in case everything went to hell. And me — I studied the Circle. The Argent Circle wasn’t just a bank. It was a mask for power. Political investors, international brokers, mafia heirs hiding behind suits and champagne. On paper, it was a philanthropic organization dedicated to “preserving cultural wealth.” In reality, it was the kind of room

I asked her " I have told you before, I can't discuss my patients and work stuffs with you" she said calmly "_Yeah that is right"_i agreed in disappointment "Good girl" she said as she smiled at me and I smiled back at her awkwardly. And there was an awkward silence in the room, just to worsen the situation, my stomach rumbled loudly. And my mum rose her head to look at me. Then I grinned widely at her. " Mr Gary is having a business meeting so he is not joining us for dinner tonight, you can go to the kitchen and you will get served" she said to me.

"It's okay mother,you don't have to cry,it's all in the past now,I just wanted to know a few things,I am glad I know some truth now,my family was killed by the Dark Circle,thank you so much.” "You are welcome son,I wonder what the Dark Circle is all about,is it a company or a secret cult,anyway,that's in the past,you have grown well and successful,so I know your parents will be proud of you.” "Thank you so much mom.” He hugged her. * * At midnight, a few persons were seen on a black tuxedo holding an ID card as they used to access the room leading them underground for their meeting,the group is named the Dark Circle.

I never planned to go to an orgy. But after my divorce, I promised myself I’d reclaim the years of pleasure I’d wasted one moan at a time. It was Camille, my sultry, red-lipped neighbour who first whispered the invitation while sipping from a crystal glass of red wine. “The Circle meets once a month. Hidden. Masked. Safe and sinfully freeing. They don’t invite just anyone, Simone.” She let her eyes slide down my body. “They invited you.”

"I've been surviving." "Barely." He stood up and walked to the window, his back to me. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Debbie. The Circle isn't something you can just investigate your way out of. They've been operating for decades because they're smart, because they're ruthless, and because they have no problem killing anyone who gets in their way." "I know." "No, you don't. If you knew, you'd be on a plane to somewhere they couldn't find you. You'd be hiding, not digging."

Clara was upstairs with Eleanor, folding cranes, unaware. "The Circle isn't one person," Sarah said. "It's a network. Cells. They operate independently, but they answer to someone." "Who?" "That's what we've never been able to find. The head. The one who gives the orders." I looked at the maps. At the names. At the years of work spread across my walls. "Then we draw them out." "How?" I pulled out my phone. The unknown number was still there. Waiting. "We use me."

The circle was closing. And someone would not walk away whole.