Malia Morris P.O.V I had been struggling to make a name for myself as a freelance model for what felt like an eternity. I received countless rejections, unfulfilled promises, and scams that had become a norm in my life. But today was different, I received a call from a modeling agency and I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. It was the Pristine modeling agency and it sounded legitimate on the phone and they mentioned a potential photoshoot for a famous brand. I could feel my heart skip a beat as I quickly scribbled down the address and time of the meeting. Maybe this could be it, I think this could be my big break. I knew I had to make this work, not just for myself but for my family's sake as well. My mother had been suffering from pneumonia for two years and the medical bills were piling up. My younger brother was studying in college and I needed to help him pay his tuition. It's so hard to become a breadwinner in our family, I could feel the weight of the world on my
Malia Morris P. O. V Before I could ask any questions, Timothee dragged me outside and gestured to his car, parked nearby. "Let's talk about this somewhere private," he said and opened the door for me. I hesitated for a moment but I was so curious about his offer. I slid onto the passenger seat and Timothee got in behind the wheel. As he drove through the city, I tried to process everything that happened. I had gone from being trapped in a nightmare to being offered a dream opportunity. All in the space of an hour. But at what cost? I wanted to ask questions but I chose to shut my mouth. Moments later, Timothee turned his car into a private hospital's parking lot. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I looked around. "You'll see," he said and led me inside the hospital, down a corridor, and into a private room. As we entered, my jaw dropped as I saw Bianca Wilson, lying in the bed surrounded by machines and tubes. But her beauty was still evident even in her comatose st
Malia Morris P. O. V Timothee brought me into his apartment. We stepped out of the elevator and I followed him inside his room. As we entered, I was in awe to see the sleek, modern design and the stunning city view outside, that it took my breath away. But my attention was quickly diverted to the man sitting on the couch, typing away on his laptop. "By the way, he's my trusted secretary, Daniel Davis. He's been helping me with certain arrangements." Timothee said and I noticed his eyes crinkling at the corners. Daniel looked up from his laptop and his eyes gazed at my face, down to my toes. I noticed his forehead wrinkled. "Wait? Is that Bianca Wilson?" he asked, his brow furrowed. "I thought you two broke up already?" Timothee and I exchanged knowing glances. Timothee cleared his throat and interrupted Daniel's train of thought. "Where's the thing I asked you to bring?" Timothee asked. Daniel's eyes snapped back to Timothee and he nodded hastily, "Oh, right. I p
Malia Morris P. O. V We settled inside Timothee's car after my makeover transformation, and I felt nervous as he drove towards the Crimson mansion where my sister lives. The thought of meeting my real parents was daunting. But I have to remind myself that this is not the right time to reveal my true identity as my sister needs me. "Hey, just calm down. I know you're going to do great. Just remember, you're Bianca Wilson, now. You're a top model and you've got this." Timothee reassured me with a sweet smile. I nodded and took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'll try my best. But wait, I wanna know what kind of relationship Bianca has with her parents." "Well, Bianca's parents are complicated. They have always been very demanding. They pushed her to be the best since she was a kid. They wanted her to be a success, no matter what the cost." he shared. "That sounds tough. I had no idea they're treating her that bad." "Yeah, it was. Bianca became a successful model but nobody knows how
Malia Morris P. O. V "Bianca, where have you been??" Amanda, my biological mother, asked. Her eyes were blazing in anger but I kept my composure, channeling Bianca's demeanor. "Oh, I've just been away for a bit. I'm taking some time to relax." I replied. My heart raced as I tried to be cold, stoic, and calculating. Amanda's face turned red with rage. "A bit?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You've been gone for months, Bianca! We thought you were dead!" I'm a bit surprised that I didn't flinch, didn't blink. I just kept my expression frozen, "I'm now back. But don't expect me to apologize for my absence. I did what I had to do." I said in a low tone. Amanda's face twisted in anger, and before I could react, her hand came flying towards my face. The slap was loud and stinging, leaving my cheeks burning. "How dare you! You refused to take our calls, refusing to join the runways. You've embarrassed us, Bianca. You've embarrassed our entire family!" Amanda spat. My eyes wate
THIRD P. O. V Malia's eyes snapped open, and she sat up and looked around the room, disoriented and that's when she realized she was alone. Panic set in as she scrambled out of bed her legs tangling in the sheets. Malia tripped and fell, her hands outstretched to break her fall. But instead of hitting the floor, she landed on top of a warm, solid body. Her eyes widened to see Timothee, sleeping on the floor, his blonde hair mussed and his features relaxed in slumber. Malia felt relieved knowing he hadn't left, but as she gazed at him, he couldn't help but stare. He was even more handsome than she remembered, his chiseled features and soft lips making her heart skip a beat. What am I even thinking? Malia shook her head. Just as she was taking in the sight of him. Timothee's eyes flickered open and he was startled to see Malia hovering around him. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. "I-I just tripped," Malia said hastily, trying to play
THIRD P. O. V"How's life been treating you, cuz?" Julia asked as she sat on the couch. Malia took a seat next to Julia, trying to think of something to say. She didn't know much about Bianca's personal life, but she knew she had to keep up the act. "It's been good, Julia. Just busy with work and stuff. Julia nodded enthusiastically, "I know the feeling! I've been swamped with my own projects lately. But hey, speaking of work, I heard you're working with that new designer, Marco? "Malia's eyes widened because she didn't know who's she talking about. "Marco? Sorry, I couldn't remember right now." Malia didn't want to give herself away so she played it safe. "It's Marco Rossi, duh!" Julia leaned in."I've heard he's a great photographer." Malia was unsure of what to say so she started to feel like she was in over her head. She just tried to deflect the question but Julia was relentless. Malia noticed that Julia was being unusually talkative, sharing stories and gossip that Malia d
THIRD P. O. VMalia pushed her empty plate away from the table, the clink of ceramic echoing her unease as she glanced at the clock. She had finished dinner, but the ticking seconds felt like a countdown to her next act rather than a comfortable moment in the family home. Amanda, was watching her closely, a hawk ready to swoop in at any sign of weakness."Bianca?" Amanda's voice cut through the kitchen chatter. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to lounge around all day? You should be working on your career. Time waits for no one!" Malia felt heat rise to her cheeks, frustration bubbling under her calm exterior. "I’m not lounging, Mom. I just need some time for myself." As she stood up, determined to leave the tense atmosphere, she couldn’t help but add, "Stop trying to control my life." Julia chimed in, her voice dripping with condescension. "She has a point, cuz. This isn’t just any career. You have to seize opportunities while you can.”"Is that what you think?" Malia shot
THIRD P. O. V"How's life been treating you, cuz?" Julia asked as she sat on the couch. Malia took a seat next to Julia, trying to think of something to say. She didn't know much about Bianca's personal life, but she knew she had to keep up the act. "It's been good, Julia. Just busy with work and stuff. Julia nodded enthusiastically, "I know the feeling! I've been swamped with my own projects lately. But hey, speaking of work, I heard you're working with that new designer, Marco? "Malia's eyes widened because she didn't know who's she talking about. "Marco? Sorry, I couldn't remember right now." Malia didn't want to give herself away so she played it safe. "It's Marco Rossi, duh!" Julia leaned in."I've heard he's a great photographer." Malia was unsure of what to say so she started to feel like she was in over her head. She just tried to deflect the question but Julia was relentless. Malia noticed that Julia was being unusually talkative, sharing stories and gossip that Malia d
THIRD P. O. V Malia's eyes snapped open, and she sat up and looked around the room, disoriented and that's when she realized she was alone. Panic set in as she scrambled out of bed her legs tangling in the sheets. Malia tripped and fell, her hands outstretched to break her fall. But instead of hitting the floor, she landed on top of a warm, solid body. Her eyes widened to see Timothee, sleeping on the floor, his blonde hair mussed and his features relaxed in slumber. Malia felt relieved knowing he hadn't left, but as she gazed at him, he couldn't help but stare. He was even more handsome than she remembered, his chiseled features and soft lips making her heart skip a beat. What am I even thinking? Malia shook her head. Just as she was taking in the sight of him. Timothee's eyes flickered open and he was startled to see Malia hovering around him. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. "I-I just tripped," Malia said hastily, trying to play
Malia Morris P. O. V "Bianca, where have you been??" Amanda, my biological mother, asked. Her eyes were blazing in anger but I kept my composure, channeling Bianca's demeanor. "Oh, I've just been away for a bit. I'm taking some time to relax." I replied. My heart raced as I tried to be cold, stoic, and calculating. Amanda's face turned red with rage. "A bit?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You've been gone for months, Bianca! We thought you were dead!" I'm a bit surprised that I didn't flinch, didn't blink. I just kept my expression frozen, "I'm now back. But don't expect me to apologize for my absence. I did what I had to do." I said in a low tone. Amanda's face twisted in anger, and before I could react, her hand came flying towards my face. The slap was loud and stinging, leaving my cheeks burning. "How dare you! You refused to take our calls, refusing to join the runways. You've embarrassed us, Bianca. You've embarrassed our entire family!" Amanda spat. My eyes wate
Malia Morris P. O. V We settled inside Timothee's car after my makeover transformation, and I felt nervous as he drove towards the Crimson mansion where my sister lives. The thought of meeting my real parents was daunting. But I have to remind myself that this is not the right time to reveal my true identity as my sister needs me. "Hey, just calm down. I know you're going to do great. Just remember, you're Bianca Wilson, now. You're a top model and you've got this." Timothee reassured me with a sweet smile. I nodded and took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'll try my best. But wait, I wanna know what kind of relationship Bianca has with her parents." "Well, Bianca's parents are complicated. They have always been very demanding. They pushed her to be the best since she was a kid. They wanted her to be a success, no matter what the cost." he shared. "That sounds tough. I had no idea they're treating her that bad." "Yeah, it was. Bianca became a successful model but nobody knows how
Malia Morris P. O. V Timothee brought me into his apartment. We stepped out of the elevator and I followed him inside his room. As we entered, I was in awe to see the sleek, modern design and the stunning city view outside, that it took my breath away. But my attention was quickly diverted to the man sitting on the couch, typing away on his laptop. "By the way, he's my trusted secretary, Daniel Davis. He's been helping me with certain arrangements." Timothee said and I noticed his eyes crinkling at the corners. Daniel looked up from his laptop and his eyes gazed at my face, down to my toes. I noticed his forehead wrinkled. "Wait? Is that Bianca Wilson?" he asked, his brow furrowed. "I thought you two broke up already?" Timothee and I exchanged knowing glances. Timothee cleared his throat and interrupted Daniel's train of thought. "Where's the thing I asked you to bring?" Timothee asked. Daniel's eyes snapped back to Timothee and he nodded hastily, "Oh, right. I p
Malia Morris P. O. V Before I could ask any questions, Timothee dragged me outside and gestured to his car, parked nearby. "Let's talk about this somewhere private," he said and opened the door for me. I hesitated for a moment but I was so curious about his offer. I slid onto the passenger seat and Timothee got in behind the wheel. As he drove through the city, I tried to process everything that happened. I had gone from being trapped in a nightmare to being offered a dream opportunity. All in the space of an hour. But at what cost? I wanted to ask questions but I chose to shut my mouth. Moments later, Timothee turned his car into a private hospital's parking lot. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I looked around. "You'll see," he said and led me inside the hospital, down a corridor, and into a private room. As we entered, my jaw dropped as I saw Bianca Wilson, lying in the bed surrounded by machines and tubes. But her beauty was still evident even in her comatose st
Malia Morris P.O.V I had been struggling to make a name for myself as a freelance model for what felt like an eternity. I received countless rejections, unfulfilled promises, and scams that had become a norm in my life. But today was different, I received a call from a modeling agency and I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. It was the Pristine modeling agency and it sounded legitimate on the phone and they mentioned a potential photoshoot for a famous brand. I could feel my heart skip a beat as I quickly scribbled down the address and time of the meeting. Maybe this could be it, I think this could be my big break. I knew I had to make this work, not just for myself but for my family's sake as well. My mother had been suffering from pneumonia for two years and the medical bills were piling up. My younger brother was studying in college and I needed to help him pay his tuition. It's so hard to become a breadwinner in our family, I could feel the weight of the world on my