In the grand, quiet lounge of the Martinez estate, Lydia Sinclair stood before her brother, Martinez, refusing to sit. Her sharp eyes held an unspoken demand, and she wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. She had come to address something far more important. "You should have a seat... And what would
Liam gently helped Cassia into the chair at his desk as she wiped her tears, her shoulders still shaking. He lowered himself to her eye level, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's alright, Cassia," he said softly. "Don't let their actions or words affect you. Whatever happens, don't get caugh
Quinn, who was sitting in the living room, scrolled through her phone when she saw the video about Cassia posted by a rival. As she carefully read through the news, she balled her fist at the harsh comments from some of the commenters. She couldn't understand why anyone would make a post like that.
"Hey…"Cassia said, smiling as she approached Liam. He took in her appearance, noticing the makeup that softened her features. It wasn't much, but even so, she looked really pretty. "My friends actually did this..." she began, pointing to her face, wondering if the makeup looked strange on her. "It
The audience held its collective breath, shocked at the sight of Cassia’s damaged design displayed on the mannequin on stage. A wave of gasps swept through the room, a mixture of pity and disbelief. Mr. Martinez furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting from the ruined design to Cassia, who wore a sor
It had been weeks since the contest ended, and everything was back to normal—for everyone else, except Darvan. Everything seemed to be falling into place as he'd planned, except for Cassia's return to his life. This was the third night he'd spent in his mansion since his birthday party and the morn
"This is just perfect to keep his eyes on me alone," Cassia muttered, giving one last glance at her reflection before exiting the room with a small package in her hands—a birthday present for the man she had loved for five years and still loved deeply. It's was her boyfriend birthday. And guess who
"Sia," Darvan called as he slowly sat upright, his head pounding with a headache. He found himself sprawled on the sofa, still in yesterday’s clothes and without a blanket. His head spun and he felt the chill creeping in, like he might catch a cold. “Why didn’t she help me change?” he groaned, hold