Lake dropped off at the hospital after his last gig. He wanted to see his mom before going back to the house. As he pushed open the door to her ward, his heart sank at the sight of her fragile figure on the bed. She still looked weak—too weak.Thanks to Max, the surgery was going to take place in two days.He took the seat by her bedside and gently took her hand.“Lake, my beautiful boy,” she murmured weakly, opening her eyes.“Mom.” Lake gave her a soft, heartbreakingly proud smile at the sound of her voice.“It’s really you... I’ve missed you,” she whispered, lifting her trembling hand to touch his head. He leaned forward so she could.“I’ve missed you too, Mom.”She scanned his face and frowned. “You look lean. Haven’t you been eating?”He shook his head. “I’m fine, Mom. The doctors are going to perform your surgery soon. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?”Her eyes fluttered shut for a second before she blinked them open again. “Where did you get the money? I know we were
"The internet has been buzzing with news of the upcoming fashion show, barely a few days away," a bright-eyed reporter chirped from the television screen.Brie’s fingers curled into a tight fist.Smash.The remote control slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces.She stood frozen in front of the screen, seething."The wife of billionaire hotshot Spencer Reid was recently spotted wearing the mysterious Monalisa Collection outside Pasisi Hotel alongside her colleagues..."Brie’s nostrils flared."Why her again?" she hissed. "I’ve clawed my way this far—I won’t let Monica steal what’s mine."She reached for the TV button, about to turn it off, but the reporter’s next words made her freeze."The Mo Corporation has remained mysterious about their anonymous CEO, leading the public to speculate about his true identity. But exclusive intel suggests that he has a tender spot for model Monica Banks... even personally designing the dress she’ll debut on the runway—”Click.Brie killed th
Lake rushed into the elevator at the Mo’s Fashion Empire just before the doors slid shut. His breath came in short puffs from the quick dash, but it wasn’t just the sprint that made his pulse race.Max was already inside.Their eyes met for a brief second—sharp, loaded. Max's jaw tightened as he looked away and folded his arms across his chest. The cold shoulder was unmistakable.Lake swallowed and shifted awkwardly, glancing at the glowing floor numbers before finally gathering the nerve to speak.“Max…”No response.Lake clenched and unclenched his hands, fingers fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. The silence between them was deafening.“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “But... I really need you to come to breakfast tomorrow. With my mom.”Max didn’t move at first. Then, he let out a quiet scoff and shook his head slightly, still staring at the elevator doors."Max, please," Lake said, stepping closer as the elevator hummed sof
A grin slowly tugged at the corners of his lips. “You’re acting like…”Monica clamped her mouth shut, cheeks burning. Her gaze betrayed her though—it dipped to his lips, lingering just a second too long. Like they had betrayed her. Like she wanted to erase the memory of Adriana’s kiss with her own.Monica didn’t answer. She turned away, but not before he caught the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.****“Good,” the Coach called out, nodding with approval as the male model strutted confidently from one end of the hall to the other, sharp and composed.Lake stepped aside, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He grabbed a water bottle, took a long sip, and exhaled. The air inside the studio was thick with heat and tension—everyone was pushing to be flawless.After a brief moment, he tossed the bottle aside and rejoined the line, slipping seamlessly into place.Practice stretched on for another thirty minutes. The room echoed with the clack of shoes, the barked
Monica twirled a pen between her fingers as she waited for Spencer to return from the bathroom. The soft sound of the faucet shutting off was followed by his footsteps and then—he reappeared, casually dressed in a new outfit and then put a big old jacket over it.Her eyes darted to his jaw, then quickly away. Why did he always have to look that good? It was becoming distracting. Dangerous as she was beginning to notice too “Are you okay?” Spencer asked, noticing her flushed expression as he took his seat.Monica nodded too quickly, brushing it off.A knock cut through the air before the door creaked open and Diane peeked in. “Sir, Liam McKenzie is here to see you. Should I send him away or…?”Spencer paused, then said calmly, “You can send him in after a few minutes.”Monica’s body stiffened at the name. She stood and walked to Spencer, who was already slipping into character, putting his usual cold mask as he turned his chair to face away from the door.“You can stay in that room,”
Lake pushed open the door, and a nurse who had been attending to his mother stood up with a polite smile. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, giving Lake’s mom a quick glance before exiting the room.His mother’s eyes lit up when she saw them. “Well, you came earlier than I expected, I was even beginning to think of ways to convince you.”Lake smiled, but the tension in his posture didn’t go unnoticed. “Hi, Mom. How are you feeling today?”“I’m feeling fine,” she said, then her gaze shifted to Max. A playful grin spread across her face. “Hold on,” she said, her eyes narrowing mischievously, “you didn’t tell me your friend was this good-looking, Lake.”Lake flushed slightly, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck. “Mom, stop, you are going to make his ego burst.”Max stepped forward, offering a confident smile and the bouquet of flowers he had brought. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am, I have always wanted to meet my future...”Before he could complete, Lake hit his a
He caught Lake just before he could fall to the ground, supporting him with one arm around his waist.Lake blinked, his vision blurry. “What the hell...” he mumbled, still disoriented.Max’s grip tightened on his waist, holding him steady. “Lake, are you okay? What just happened?”“I’m fine,” Lake muttered, though he didn’t feel fine at all. His heart raced, but the dizziness still hadn't passed. He pushed Max’s arm away, trying to regain his composure.Max didn’t let go, though. “You sure about that? You nearly passed out.”Lake tried to push him off again, but this time, his mom intervened. “Max, let him go. He needs to sit down.”Max hesitated but released his hold. Lake steadied himself with a hand on the chair, his mom’s concerned gaze following him closely.“You scared me,” his mother said softly, her voice laced with worry. “You need to take care of yourself, Lake.”“I’m fine,” Lake snapped a little too sharply, still feeling dizzy.Max crossed his arms, raising a brow. “Doesn'
Monica walked into the house, humming a light tune, her face alight with a carefree smile. A blush crept onto her cheeks as her thoughts wandered to the night before. Liam had finally made love to her. Three years of marriage, three years of silence in their bed. Sure, they had a "normal" relationship—functional, predictable. But last night was different. It was wild. It felt real. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment when he’d used protection. But even that couldn’t erase the warmth she felt. They were getting closer, she told herself. This was progress. She had known, deep down, that Liam hadn’t been in love with her when they married. But he’d never had a girlfriend. So she had clung to the hope that, one day, he’d fall for her. It seemed like her prayers were closed to being answered. Liam had been her magazine crush before he ever became her husband. As a model, she knew what beauty meant, and Liam? He embodied it. Ocean-blue eyes. A sharp jawline. Gleaming whi
He caught Lake just before he could fall to the ground, supporting him with one arm around his waist.Lake blinked, his vision blurry. “What the hell...” he mumbled, still disoriented.Max’s grip tightened on his waist, holding him steady. “Lake, are you okay? What just happened?”“I’m fine,” Lake muttered, though he didn’t feel fine at all. His heart raced, but the dizziness still hadn't passed. He pushed Max’s arm away, trying to regain his composure.Max didn’t let go, though. “You sure about that? You nearly passed out.”Lake tried to push him off again, but this time, his mom intervened. “Max, let him go. He needs to sit down.”Max hesitated but released his hold. Lake steadied himself with a hand on the chair, his mom’s concerned gaze following him closely.“You scared me,” his mother said softly, her voice laced with worry. “You need to take care of yourself, Lake.”“I’m fine,” Lake snapped a little too sharply, still feeling dizzy.Max crossed his arms, raising a brow. “Doesn'
Lake pushed open the door, and a nurse who had been attending to his mother stood up with a polite smile. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, giving Lake’s mom a quick glance before exiting the room.His mother’s eyes lit up when she saw them. “Well, you came earlier than I expected, I was even beginning to think of ways to convince you.”Lake smiled, but the tension in his posture didn’t go unnoticed. “Hi, Mom. How are you feeling today?”“I’m feeling fine,” she said, then her gaze shifted to Max. A playful grin spread across her face. “Hold on,” she said, her eyes narrowing mischievously, “you didn’t tell me your friend was this good-looking, Lake.”Lake flushed slightly, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck. “Mom, stop, you are going to make his ego burst.”Max stepped forward, offering a confident smile and the bouquet of flowers he had brought. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am, I have always wanted to meet my future...”Before he could complete, Lake hit his a
Monica twirled a pen between her fingers as she waited for Spencer to return from the bathroom. The soft sound of the faucet shutting off was followed by his footsteps and then—he reappeared, casually dressed in a new outfit and then put a big old jacket over it.Her eyes darted to his jaw, then quickly away. Why did he always have to look that good? It was becoming distracting. Dangerous as she was beginning to notice too “Are you okay?” Spencer asked, noticing her flushed expression as he took his seat.Monica nodded too quickly, brushing it off.A knock cut through the air before the door creaked open and Diane peeked in. “Sir, Liam McKenzie is here to see you. Should I send him away or…?”Spencer paused, then said calmly, “You can send him in after a few minutes.”Monica’s body stiffened at the name. She stood and walked to Spencer, who was already slipping into character, putting his usual cold mask as he turned his chair to face away from the door.“You can stay in that room,”
A grin slowly tugged at the corners of his lips. “You’re acting like…”Monica clamped her mouth shut, cheeks burning. Her gaze betrayed her though—it dipped to his lips, lingering just a second too long. Like they had betrayed her. Like she wanted to erase the memory of Adriana’s kiss with her own.Monica didn’t answer. She turned away, but not before he caught the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.****“Good,” the Coach called out, nodding with approval as the male model strutted confidently from one end of the hall to the other, sharp and composed.Lake stepped aside, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He grabbed a water bottle, took a long sip, and exhaled. The air inside the studio was thick with heat and tension—everyone was pushing to be flawless.After a brief moment, he tossed the bottle aside and rejoined the line, slipping seamlessly into place.Practice stretched on for another thirty minutes. The room echoed with the clack of shoes, the barked
Lake rushed into the elevator at the Mo’s Fashion Empire just before the doors slid shut. His breath came in short puffs from the quick dash, but it wasn’t just the sprint that made his pulse race.Max was already inside.Their eyes met for a brief second—sharp, loaded. Max's jaw tightened as he looked away and folded his arms across his chest. The cold shoulder was unmistakable.Lake swallowed and shifted awkwardly, glancing at the glowing floor numbers before finally gathering the nerve to speak.“Max…”No response.Lake clenched and unclenched his hands, fingers fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. The silence between them was deafening.“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “But... I really need you to come to breakfast tomorrow. With my mom.”Max didn’t move at first. Then, he let out a quiet scoff and shook his head slightly, still staring at the elevator doors."Max, please," Lake said, stepping closer as the elevator hummed sof
"The internet has been buzzing with news of the upcoming fashion show, barely a few days away," a bright-eyed reporter chirped from the television screen.Brie’s fingers curled into a tight fist.Smash.The remote control slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces.She stood frozen in front of the screen, seething."The wife of billionaire hotshot Spencer Reid was recently spotted wearing the mysterious Monalisa Collection outside Pasisi Hotel alongside her colleagues..."Brie’s nostrils flared."Why her again?" she hissed. "I’ve clawed my way this far—I won’t let Monica steal what’s mine."She reached for the TV button, about to turn it off, but the reporter’s next words made her freeze."The Mo Corporation has remained mysterious about their anonymous CEO, leading the public to speculate about his true identity. But exclusive intel suggests that he has a tender spot for model Monica Banks... even personally designing the dress she’ll debut on the runway—”Click.Brie killed th
Lake dropped off at the hospital after his last gig. He wanted to see his mom before going back to the house. As he pushed open the door to her ward, his heart sank at the sight of her fragile figure on the bed. She still looked weak—too weak.Thanks to Max, the surgery was going to take place in two days.He took the seat by her bedside and gently took her hand.“Lake, my beautiful boy,” she murmured weakly, opening her eyes.“Mom.” Lake gave her a soft, heartbreakingly proud smile at the sound of her voice.“It’s really you... I’ve missed you,” she whispered, lifting her trembling hand to touch his head. He leaned forward so she could.“I’ve missed you too, Mom.”She scanned his face and frowned. “You look lean. Haven’t you been eating?”He shook his head. “I’m fine, Mom. The doctors are going to perform your surgery soon. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?”Her eyes fluttered shut for a second before she blinked them open again. “Where did you get the money? I know we were
Spencer got into the car the second he stepped out of the company, his jaw clenched as he slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life, and he zoomed off without thinking. His foot stayed heavy on the pedal, the car slicing through the empty road like a blade. No brakes.He didn't slow down once.Then—suddenly—he slammed his foot on the brake. The tires screeched, the car jerking violently to a stop on the shoulder. His chest heaved.Both hands clutched the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white, veins bulging against his skin.“Why would she look at me that way?” he growled.He slammed his palms against the wheel. Once. Twice. Over and over. Each thud echoed in the quiet car, but it didn’t dull the ache in his chest.“I always lose in the end,” he snarled and hit the wheel again.His eyes narrowed like a switch had flipped—and just like that, he was flying down the road again.Minutes later, he pulled into the Lake house, the driveway empty and silent. He pushed the do
Spencer stumbled toward the car, heart pounding so loudly he could barely hear anything else. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out, everything had been going so well.His fingers fumbled with the door handle, but before he could pull it open, Max rushed after him and slammed the door shut."What the hell is your problem, man?" Max barked. "Have you seen what you’re turning into because of this girl?""Leave me alone," Spencer snapped, his voice rough and low.He couldn’t stop the way his hands shook — not from weakness, but from fear.Not fear of what Adriana might do.Fear of what Monica might see.Fear of what she might finally realize about him.Max let out a long, frustrated breath. "Fine. You wanna go to your company? Then we’re going together. That way I can keep an eye on you, before you end up doing something stupid."Spencer didn’t argue.He slid into the passenger seat without a word, his mind racing faster than the car speeding into the night."Thanks," he muttered.