REINAIt was finally the day of the launch, and I was a nervous wreck. What if the top models bailed on me at the last minute? What if they didn't show up because they weren't getting paid?But as I arrived at the venue, I was relieved to see that everything was going smoothly. The models were all there, getting their hair and makeup done, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement."Reina, darling, you look stunning!" one of the models exclaimed, air-kissing my cheeks."Thanks, girls! You all look amazing too!" I replied, trying to hide my nervousness.As the guests started arriving, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. This was it, my big moment, and everything was going perfectly."Reina, this is incredible!" Bruce said, coming up to me with a huge smile on his face. "You've outdone yourself."I beamed with pride. "Thanks, Bruce. I couldn't have done it without your help."As the launch went on, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything. The mode
LucyI gathered a group of desperate individuals, all eager for a quick buck. "I have a job for you," I said, my voice low and mysterious. "It's simple, but it pays well. $1,000 each, to be exact."Their eyes widened in surprise, and they leaned in, eager to hear more."What's the job?" one of them asked, a burly man with a scruffy beard.I smiled, enjoying the suspense. "I want you to buy a product from a certain brand, and then leave a review. A bad review."They looked at each other, confused. "What kind of review?" a petite woman asked.I shrugged. "Something that will make the brand look bad. Something that will make people not want to buy from them."They nodded, understanding. "And what's the brand?" the bearded man asked.I smiled sweetly. "Reina's Fashion Brand."Their eyes widened in surprise, and they looked at each other nervously. "I know that brand, they just launched.x one of them whispered.I nodded. "Yes, it is. And I want you to make sure that your reviews are convi
Ethan I stormed into Ethan's office, my heart racing with anger and concern. "Ethan, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm and commanding. Ethan looked up from his desk, a hint of surprise on his face. "Bruce, what's going on?" I took a deep breath, my words spilling out in a rush. "You need to stay away from Reina, Ethan. You've hurt her enough already." Ethan's expression turned defensive. "What are you talking about, Bruce? I don't know what you're referring to." But I cut him off, my voice rising. "Don't play dumb, Ethan. I know all about your little stunt at her luncheon. Showing up uninvited, causing a scene... it was a low blow, even for you." Ethan shrugged, a smirk on his face. "I just wanted to make my presence known. Let her know I'm still interested." My anger boiled over. "Interested? You call that interested? You call hurting her, embarrassing her in front of her peers, interested? You're sick, Ethan." Ethan's smirk faltered, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer
REINAI was still trying to reason with Bruce, to convince him to leave the situation alone, when the door to my office burst open and Ethan walked in, a smug smile spreading across his face.My heart sank, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What was he doing here?Bruce's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.Ethan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I could ask you the same thing, Bruce. I didn't know you were so interested in Reina's business."I stepped forward, trying to intervene, my voice shaking with emotion. "Ethan, this isn't a good time. Bruce and I were in the middle of a meeting."But Ethan just laughed, his eyes fixed on me with a condescending gaze. "Oh, I think it's a perfect time. I have some... business to discuss with Reina."Bruce's eyes flashed with anger, his face reddening. "You're not welcome here, Ethan. Leave."But Ethan just ignored him, his eyes never leaving mine.
Ethan "Reina, leave this to me. Lucy was working under me, she was my best friend. I know her, I know how she thinks. I'll be able to get information out of her, I'll be able to get evidence that we can use to take her down."I hesitated, unsure if I should trust him. But something in his eyes made me nod. "Okay, Ethan. I trust you."Ethan's face softened, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Reina. I won't let you down. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."I felt a wave of relief wash over me, mixed with a hint of fear. What if Ethan couldn't get the evidence we needed? What if Lucy was too smart, too sneaky?But Ethan's next words reassured me. "I'll do whatever it takes, Reina. I'll talk to Lucy, I'll find out what she's planning. And when I do, we'll take her down together."I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "Together, Ethan. We'll do this together."Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, his expression fierce. "Together, Reina. We'll take Lucy
LucyI stood up, my face burning with anger and humiliation. "This is a lie!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. "I didn't sabotage Reina's company!"But before I could say anything else, a group of people were brought in, their faces familiar. My heart sank as I realized who they were - the ones I had paid to write the sketchy reviews.Reina's eyes locked onto mine, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Ah, Lucy. It seems we have proof. These individuals have confirmed that you were the one who hired them to write the fake reviews."I felt like I had been punched in the gut. How did they find out? I thought I had covered my tracks so well.Ethan stepped forward, his expression grim. "Lucy, we have evidence. We know what you did. It's over."I shook my head, trying to think of something, anything, to say. But my mind was a blank.Reina took a step closer to me, her eyes blazing with anger. "Lucy, do you have anything to say for yourself? Any explanation for why you
LUCY I slam the door shut behind me, tears streaming down my face. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. My first big start in the fashion industry, and it was a disaster.I throw my bag across the room, watching as it hits the wall with a thud. I follow it, collapsing onto the floor in a heap."Why did this have to happen to me?" I sob, my body shaking with uncontrollable tears.I think back to the meeting, to the way they looked at me, to the way they laughed. I can still hear their mocking words echoing in my mind.I get up, stumbling to the kitchen. I need something to take the pain away. I spot the wine bottle on the counter and grab it, unscrewing the cap with shaking hands.I pour myself a glass, drinking it down in one gulp. The liquid burns my throat, but I don't care. I need to feel numb.I pour myself another glass, and another, until the bottle is empty. I stumble to the couch, collapsing onto it.As the room starts to spin, I let out a loud sob. Why did this have to
ETHANI walk into the company, feeling a sense of unease. Something is off.As I enter the conference room, I see the board members seated around the table, their faces stern."Ethan, we need to talk," one of them says, their voice firm.I take a seat, feeling a sense of trepidation. "What's going on?""It's the media," another board member says. "There's been a lot of bad news released against you. Infidelity, trying to steal another man's child...it's getting out of hand."I feel a surge of anger and denial. "That's not true," I say. "Who's behind this?"The board members exchange a nervous glance. "We don't know," one of them says. "But we need you to do something about it. This is affecting the company's reputation."I slam my fist on the table, feeling a sense of frustration. "I'll take care of it," I say. "I'll find out who's behind this and I'll stop it."The board members nod, looking relieved. "We're counting on you, Ethan," one of them says.I get up, feeling a sense of dete
ReinaI was wiping down the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang. Andrew was upstairs, resting after a long day of physical therapy, and Ethan had stepped out to pick up a few things from the store.It was odd for someone to come by unannounced, especially at this hour. I wiped my hands on a towel and I headed for the door to check who was there. I was so curious and at the same time cautious that I checked the security camera three times. When I opened it, my heart stopped. I thought I was dreaming or something. “Evans,” I whispered, gripping the doorframe right. He was standing there, looking exactly as I remembered him. He was quite tall, with those piercing blue eyes and well shaved beards. But seeing him now didn’t fill me with the same warmth it once did. Instead, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been splashed over me.“Reina,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I hope I’m not intruding.”“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. He w
Ethan “Our anniversary was tomorrow?!” That was my exact reaction when I checked the calendar and I saw that I had long forgotten the date of our anniversary . An idea had come to me while sitting in the car, waiting for Reina to return from the grocery store. Our anniversary was tomorrow, and I wanted to do something special. Something that would remind her of the good times we had shared before everything got complicated.I had been racking my brain all week, trying to come up with the perfect plan. Reina deserved something meaningful, something that was not just flowers and a card. She needed to see how much she meant to me.“Okay, Ethan,” I muttered to myself as I parked in front of the house. “You will get our way around this.”The plan was simple yet heartfelt. I was planning a surprise dinner at the place where we had had our first official date before we got married. It was not the fanciest restaurant, but it held a special place in our hearts. I had reserved a private cor
Reina“I want to support you,” he said. “In everything. Just tell me how.”“I will of course. You have to write me some checks,” I responded and winked at him. I sat there, my coffee cup in hand, still warm but untouched. My mind was racing. So much had happened in the past few days. Andrew’s illness, the fear, the worry and now, with him finally waking up and starting his recovery, things were slowly returning to normal.But there was something else on my mind. It was Ethan. He had changed. In the best way possible. After everything that had happened, after all the mistakes, I hadn’t expected this. I could not help but worry about how he had been surprising me with little gestures. The breakfast in bed, sweet notes hidden in my purse or jacket pocket. He was not perfect, and neither was I, but somehow, it felt like we were slowly finding our way back to each other. We were slowly finding out long lost love. I glanced at the note I found this morning. It was simple, yet the word
Reina“Are you going to work today?” Ethan’s voice broke the silence at breakfast.I glanced up from my plate, startled by his tone. It was not the regular cold or distant tone and it was almost… soft. He had been trying to be different lately especially after Andrew's was back from the hospital and I didn’t know how to feel about it.“I’m not sure,” I replied, poking at my food. “I might work from home.”“Good,” he said. “You have been stressing yourself. You need rest.”I blinked, unsure of how to respond. This was not the Ethan who used to complain about my hours or make sarcastic remarks. I kept quiet and continued eating.When I returned to the bedroom later that morning, something caught my eye. There was a tray on the bed. I could not remember keeping any tray on my bed. I also noticed that there was a cup of tea, a bowl of fruit, and a small note on the bed. The note read:“ You have been carrying too much on yourself lately. Let me take some of the weight. Allow me.”I s
Reina POV“Do you think he’ll wake up today?” Ethan’s voice broke the stillness of the room.The room was quiet as usual and even if a pin dropped to the floor it would be heard. I glanced at Andrew, who was still lying on the hospital bed. He was looking fragile as always and the machines were still giving him the support that he needed. “I have no idea, sweetheart. I wish he could wake up today. It would be a relief. Don't you think so?”I asked and I reached out to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I want that to happen too. It would be a miracle.”“He has to wake up,” I said firmly, though my heart trembled with some doubts. I was uncertain about what was happening. “I can feel it. He is going to open those eyes and look at us.”Ethan sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I wish I had your faith.”I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. I was the most pessimistic person but, somehow I had a little faith in me. “You do. You are just scared to admit it.”He stared at me for a
Reina POV The hospital was lit with some fluorescent lights and I was having chills all over my body as I remained there. I was just like a patient who was admitted there. I hated hospitals. Who doesn't, by the way? By this time of the day, the hospital was quiet and the silence was not really comforting. It just kept reminding me that there was a battle Andrew had to fight alone. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this helpless. Sitting in that chair, watching my son fight for his life, knowing there was nothing I could do but wait, it was agony. Ethan was not himself. He was pacing around the room again. “You are going to create a hole in the floor if you don't stop,” I murmured to him. My voice was low and strained. He stopped mid-step, turning to look at me. “I can’t sit still,” he admitted. “Not when he’s in there, fighting for his life.” “I know how you feel Ethan. I feel the same way. ” I said, more to myself than to him. “He has to be strong so that he can com
Reina “Alive?” Sickness was cruel. No one deserves the kind of pain myself and Ethan had passed through since Andrew took I'll and was admitted in the hospital. I sat frozen by Andrew’s hospital bed, staring at his small frame covered in wires and tubes. My son, my sweet boy, was fighting a battle that I could not fight for him, and it was tearing me apart. I wish I could fight this battle for him. I wish I could step in and take all the burdens but, I can't. I can only hope. Again, the same thing the doctors have been saying was that the surgery went well but the critical hours following were crucial. I held up his tiny hand, willing him to wake up, to smile at me, to tell me everything would be okay. But he didn’t say a thing. His pale skin was all I could see and the shallow rise and fall of his chest all felt like a nightmare I could not wake up from. “Reina,” Ethan’s voice broke through the haze. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his hands buried in his pockets,
Ethan Reina looked up at me, her eyes filled with both hope and fear. “We are going to get through this, right?” I nodded, though my throat felt tight. “Of course, yes. We are together. Don't forget. ” And in that moment, I knew we had no choice but to keep fighting for Andrew, for each other, for our family. Finally, we were both with him after waiting for hours. Waiting. That was all we could do before being let in. Wait and hope. The clock on the wall seemed to move slower than usual, its ticking loud and relentless, as if mocking us. I sat in the sterile waiting room, the faint smell of antiseptic in the air. Reina was beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were already white but she didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes stayed fixed on Andrew and I'm glad we were both seeing him. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be okay, but how could I when I didn’t even believe it myself? For hours, Andrew has been in there, fighti
Ethan “Mr. and Mrs. Ethan,” the doctor said as he approached us in the waiting room. His voice was calm, but the tightness in his expression betrayed the gravity of the situation. “We have done everything we can to stabilize Andrew, but his condition has deteriorated. He needs surgery immediately.” The words hit me like a truck. My knees almost buckled, but I gripped the edge of the chair to prevent myself from falling. “Surgery immediately?” Reina’s voice cracked as she stood up beside me. “What kind of surgery?” “We need to address the complications caused by the infection. If we don’t operate now…” The doctor hesitated, and his eyes moved between us. “Just say it,” I barked in a sharp voice. I sounded so desperate of course, I just wanted my child to get out of this damn hospital. “If we don’t, his chances of survival are very slim.” The room spun, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Reina let out a soft, choked sob and covered her mouth with her hands. “How soon