"Don't tell me this is your first kiss."It was indeed her first kiss, she looked at him, confused and embrrassed.It was stolen by him.Confused; why did he ask her such a question, was not that a very personal matter? Embarrassed; because she was kissed by the extremely handsome man and did not know whether she should slap him or cry. Annabell, eva and other girls around her talk about kisses like eating candy. They had been kissed by men at the age of fourteen or fifteen. She was twenty years old and inexperienced. Why did she feel like she had lost the most exquisite toy and wanted to cry aloud? Iden studied her perplexed expression and remained silent before bursting into laughter. He could not contain his laughter. He had never seen a woman look like that. She seemed so unsure of what to do. Throughout his life, he had witnessed women becoming enamored with his touch. If it had been someone else, she would have gone insane after this kiss and dragged him into her bed, or perhap
"Good morning, Ella. I need to hold a press conference to announce the release date of our new album, so please review and sign the financial files I have on your desk as soon as possible." stated Eva."All right! What about our project team meeting that I mentioned to you?""Oh, right! Sorry for forgetting to inform you that they are ready under our terms and conditions." replied Eva."That is wonderful news." Ella quickly lost herself in the maze of documents. Singing and reviewing. Bringing two cups of coffee, Eva walks into her office.She handed over a cup of coffee and said, "Here you go."" Ella, after we turned down her request to film in New Zealand, Mia wanted to see you. Every time she threw a fit, our crew had to cancel the photo session". As she sipped her coffee, Eva said.Ellaya tightened her back before looking at Eva. "Can a model not be replaced? I cannot stand her anymore. We are unable to grant all of her unwelcome requests at this time.""We have a contract with her
“This coffee is not as sweet as them” he spoke in a rich, smoky voice that had a hint of seduction. His perpetual smile did not go away.She met his dark eyes and her moment froze."Did somebody tell you before?" she asked, feeling uneasy."What?" he asked back."You really are a jerk." She glared as she said."No, it is just you," A foolish smile lit up his face. "All right, thanks, Mr. Devid. Good to meet you. She got up, grabbed her bag, and strode quickly, her face burning red with rage.She would fight him if she stayed here any longer, it would be bad for her "super star" image . Iden trailed after her. "Ellaya wait". Iden followed in her footsteps."Let me drop you at your place". He offered. "Thanks, but no, Mr. Devid, I own a car. Ellaya refuted. Even before she opened her car's door.BANGA loud sound was heard, followed by a brief period of silence. Hither and thither passersby screamed, followed by the sound of the bird's flapping feathers. Ellaya opened her eyes slow
His gaze fell on the police car halted near him."you stay here I will be back. "He jumped out of the car."Ellaya turned to see him standing tall and imposing, talking to police while typing something on his phone; she was unable to hear what they were saying. After what felt an eternity, he returned with cops by his side. A policeman leaned over and said, "Miss Stone, we are truly sorry you both suffered because of our inadequate safety system.""I hope they will not attack us again". She stated."Miss Stone, don’t worry; they have been caught."By the way, who were they"? she asked again"They were just thugs from local gangs; they knew you were a big name". said the police man "Were they kidnappers!" she rubbed her arms feeling goosebumps all over.The cop nodded his head. "Mr. Iden saved you this time, thanks to him."Her gaze shifted to his smirking countenance. She remained silent and just stared at him for a while, noticing the cuts on his face that were still bleeding and
" Oh my god! Ellaya, are you alright? How did it happen?" Eva got up from her chair, yelled, ran, and grabbed Ellaya as she came into her office."Eva, I am fine. "Why are you so worried?" Twice, she fluttered her whip."You do not look good, Ella; do you need to see a doctor"? Eva grabbed her phone to call a doctor."I am fine, Eva, don't worry. She squeezed Eva's hand."Before you say you are alright, take a look in the mirror". Being hauled into the bathroom and placed in front of the mirror, Ellay turned to face the woman, who did not look like herself at all because of her disheveled hair, pale skin, and clothes covered in blood. "How did you end up like this?" With a shake of her head,she said. "It is not mine. "It is not my blood," she thought of someone, her face concerned."Whose, then?" Eva narrowed her eyes."Someone attacked me".Eva did not respond for a brief moment."What? Who and why did they attack you?" "Are you going to spill all the beans now?" Eva offered her
"Ellaya ". Eva jolted her out of her reverie. "Oh, what? I am sorry , can ..can we go inside and talk". Embarrassed, Ellaya pivoted on her heels and headed for her office. "Could you please change the crew members? Miss Stone, or don't want me to continue shooting?" After setting her pricey bag down on the couch, Mia hunches over. You want me to replace every member of the crew. Ellaya raised her eyebrows, rubbed her forehead. Pulling out her lipstick, Mia said, "Yes, please." "Can you explain why you want us to change the entire crew?" Ellaya asked, glancing at Eva. "They are useless; they cannot even pull off a romantic scene and expect me to behave in a certain way." Mia stopped her hand from putting on lipstick. "The plot is perfect. Mia, you do not have to use your brain". Eva expressed herself. "Is there someone who can clarify for me what you are discussing?" Eva attempted to explain the plot. "ML kissed FL and thought she was someone else in confusion. After
"It's beautiful." While sprinting along the beach in her white bikini, Mia shouted, "I am wasting my time here; make sure before signing any contracts with them the next time; they do not care about other people's time." . Ellaya yelled. causing wrinkles to form around her eyes and her lips to droop. Playfully giving her a hug, Eva said, "Hey, chill, it's been a long time since you took a vacation. This is a good opportunity to enjoy your time. New Zealand is beautiful, isn't it?" "A vacation is not necessary at this time; I hope this charity event ends soon and I can go back."When Mr. Ruan shows up, they immediately begin the event." Eva threw a sunscreem's tube at Ellaya, perching on the recliner, "Is he not supposed to be here a day before yesterday?" she caught the tube."He apologized for keeping you here, but something in the company needed his attention."Ellaya pressed her lips together, remaining silent. Feeling exposed under a cover-up, she turned to look around at two
She was in the car before she realized what had happened. She peered around, unable to determine where the car was traveling. She glanced at the man behind the wheel; his shirt's two buttons were open, exposing his bronze skin, and his sleeves were folded up and the necktie hanging loose. He looked sexy as hell. She was not feeling admiring his appearance, though."Stop, stop the car, stop it right now." She shrieked.He gave her another quick glance but did not respond as he continued to focus on the road. His jaw clenched, Ellaya failed to understand his reaction."Why did you kill him? You killed him." She sobbed. "He is not dead", Iden spoke now."Why did you hit him? He was innocent and had not done anything wrong." "He wasn’t innocent Ellaya, he touched you inappropriately"."He was just helping me, he wasn't..." Her tears were so intense that she could not finish the sentence."Kissing you, helping you, yeah!" With gritted teeth, he spoke.She looked at him, not sure what to
Ellaya's world was in turmoil. Each day felt like a storm, with every moment echoing Iden's absence. His silence wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud, leaving her gasping for answers. Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins. In the mirror's gaze, she saw a being that transcended mere humanity. It was a face marked by whispers of ancient power and forbidden allure. Inside, emotions roiled—anguish, defiance, and a fierce longing for acceptance. Her form spoke of a silent struggle against judgment and isolation. The reflection before her was not merely a woman; she was a paradox. In her mother's words, a d
Ellaya's mind raced, unable to shake off the unsettling sight in the study. Despite the disbelief tugging at her thoughts, her heart felt heavy with a truth she was reluctant to accept. Lost in her turmoil, she stared intently at the table, her grip on the spoon tightening as it dug into her plate. "Ellaya," Annabell's urgent voice pierced through her thoughts, causing her to startle. The clatter of her spoon hitting the floor echoed in the tense silence. Ellaya reached down to retrieve it, her gaze lifted, only to catch Iden gripping Annabell's hand forcefully. A surge of emotion gripped Ellaya as she witnessed Annabell's futile attempt to free herself from his grasp, the unshed tears burning in Ellaya's eyes, threatening to fall down. She wiped away the tears with a trembling hand as she sank back into her seat. Uncertainty clouded her mind, yet one thing remained clear; her heart refused to believe in this cruel charade. Their eyes met in a silent clash of wills, both refusin
"I demand to know, Ellaya," Iden growled, his voice thick with seething jealousy. The day's events were a blur, but his wife's subconscious whispers of another man's name gnawed at him as she slept, leaving him burning with rage. His grip tightened around her chin, pulling her closer, his eyes ablaze with fury. She quivered, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Tell me... who. Is. Leo?" he demanded, with sheer anger and hurt. Her voice wavered as she tried to respond, "I don't... I don't... know," she stuttered, the fear evident in her eyes. The frustration boiling inside him spilled over. He flicked her chin with a mocking smile. His heavy gaze scanned her for the last time before storming out of the room, leaving behind a tense silence. Ellaya was left alone, the echo of their confrontation ringing in her ears. She folded her legs close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as tears streamed down her face. The room echoed with her sobs. Her body shook violently and her hear
Iden's footsteps echoed softly in the dark hallway as he made his way to the bedroom, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and tenderness. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the hushed rustle of his movements. As he turned the doorknob, a sense of trepidation gripped him, unsure of what he would find inside. The moon cast a haunting glow into the now clean room, illuminating Ellaya's form like an ethereal specter in the night. Her peaceful slumber seemed at odds with the turmoil that had unfolded earlier, her face a mask of innocence marred by the evidence of her silent suffering. Gently, he approached her, his presence a mere whisper in the stillness of the room. He carefully sat on the floor beside her bed, his gaze fixed on her pale face. The sight of her tear-stained cheeks and delicate features stirred a storm of emotions within him. He reached out and tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, revealing the faint traces of a cut on her lips and the bruise
Iden's muscles rippled with each thunderous blow against the punching bag. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, accentuating the defined contours of his body as he unleashed his fury. With every punch, a torrent of emotions surged through him, driving him to the brink of madness. As memories flashed before his eyes, Iden's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together in a symphony of rage. The image of Ellaya, bruised and broken, haunted his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. Her innocence, juxtaposed against Alex's depravity, fueled the inferno raging in his heart. In that moment, Iden teetered on the edge of oblivion, his vision tinted crimson with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. The image of Alex professing his twisted affections for Ellaya was the catalyst that pushed him over the edge. Only Kaito's intervention spared Alex from Iden's wrath, but the embers of retribution still smoldered within him. Iden's body moved w
Alex sprawled on the car's hood, a whirlwind of motion and violence overtaking him, his senses reeled from the sudden impact. Blood trickled from his battered lips, mingling with the cuts etching his face as he was mercilessly dragged along the unforgiving metal surface. Each breath felt like a struggle, his body a symphony of pain, every heartbeat a drum of fear. Then, a voice sliced through the chaos, heavy as iron, dripping with anger. "How. Dare. You." The words seeped out like venom, laced with a potent wrath that chilled the air. And then, louder, angrier: "How dare you touch her." The weight of those words settled upon Alex like a crushing weight, realization dawning on him in dread. Iden's movements were swift and menacing as he brandished his gun, the cold metal pressing against Alex's trembling form, a macabre dance of power and submission. Alex's eyes widened in horror, his very soul quivering with fear. Amidst this turmoil, Ellaya stepped forward, her presence a wh
Ellaya stood at the kitchen counter, her knife rhythmically slicing through the vegetables. The sudden buzz of her phone broke her concentration. She wiped her hands on a towel and glanced at the screen. Another message from Alex. It had been a week of relentless texts and calls, like a bee obsessively hovering around a flower. She had even spotted his car lingering near her house multiple times. She sighed, feeling a mix of irritation and unease. Alex’s persistence was unsettling, especially given her husband’s possessive nature. She didn’t want to ignite any misunderstandings. Last night, she had bought flowers from the supermarket, hoping to expedite the process of creating the perfume and end this unwanted attention. The message read: “Hey beautiful, hope you’re not too busy and hungry. Lunch today?” Ellaya’s grip tightened on her phone. She never felt comfortable around Alex; there was something off about his gaze, something that made her skin crawl. She considered tellin
Ellaya lay in bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as the moonlight cast eerie shadows across the room. Iden’s warning echoed in her mind, a relentless whisper that refused to let her rest. His possessiveness was suffocating, yet his distance was even more perplexing. Why did he keep her at arm’s length while guarding her so fiercely from other men? Was it mere coincidence, or was there a divine hand at play? She turned on her side, clutching the pillow tightly, her body tense with unease. Every time she met or talked to Alex, her phone would ring, and it would be Iden, as if he had a sixth sense about her interactions. It felt like he was always there, lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her skin prickling with the sensation of being observed. Ellaya sat up abruptly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled in her bones. The more she th
In the stillness of the night, Ellaya sat perched on the balcony,alone under the cold, indifferent gaze of the moon. The howling wind whipped through her hair, sending shivers down her spine, echoing the turmoil within her heart. Her slender neck stretched upwards, legs folded beneath her, and arms wrapped protectively around her knees. A solitary tear trickled down her cheek, vanishing amidst the strands of her hair. More tears cascaded down her cheeks, mingling with the shimmering moonlight as if even the heavens wept for her sorrow. A wistful smile adorned her lips, as if in recognition of a familiar ache. Why did misfortune always seem to find her, especially in matters of the heart? From her childhood, she yearned for the warmth of her parents’ love. As an only child, she never experienced the tender embrace of parental care. Instead, she was merely a source of financial gain for them. Her journey with music began when most children embarked on their school adventures. El