"Ellaya…"Something jarred her out of her reverie. She let go of his hand, embarrassed.Smiling again,"So is he your boyfriend that you talk about all the time?" Ellaya kidded.Iden glanced at Annabell and arched an eyebrow. Annabell shook her head, embarrassed; "he is a close friend". She answered.With a "Oh! "She looked at Iden, he winked. She grimaced. He bowed slightly and said, "See, I am still available. You can try." whispering in her hair. He jerked back quickly, a smirk on his face. Her fist clenched as she glanced at his beaming face before turning back to face her closest friend."Happy birthday, Bell," a person exclaimed, giving her a bear hug from behind. It was a boy their age, he pulled her, and she pulled Ellaya alone. She turned back as she was dragged; he was still there, scrutinizing her, but his gaze was different today.something different. Something deep, perhaps disappointment, rage, a desire to burn her soul, or a sense of attraction. She did not fully understand
"What did that bastered say in your ear." He asked, seething."He…he.. was just a fan.."Why was he so interested in what he said to her? It was awkward. Her words trailed off."What the hell did he say to you?... I do not care; he was a fucking fan or what?"He clung to her even more. "I want word by word..""speak.""Um... he said he wanted to have sex with me and would be waiting after the party". Her face turned red as she said this. She never discussed sex with a man. She is currently embracing to death.Iden squinted, "You want it." He asked. Ellaya shook her head and looked shyly into his eye."Words Laaya..I want words..""No" she said, lowering her gaze."Then I will kill that motherfucker". Holding her hand aside, Iden spoke."No, you cannot do that"."Why..""He is the son of a gangster, not you". With haste, Ellaya said.startled, "How did you know?" he asked. How the hell did this seemingly stupid girl know about all these things?"His dad is a gangster; if I say no, he will
"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 had been weeks since Ellaya woke up. Though her physical injuries were healing, she seemed to be a shadow of her former self. She had shut herself off completely, retreating into a silent world where no one could reach her. Iden never brought up Uncle Richard, and she didn’t seem inclined to talk about him either. Their unspoken agreement to avoid the topic only deepened the growing chasm between them. Iden rarely visited the hospital, but when he did, he lingered outside her door, never stepping in for more than a brief glance. The once vibrant and animated Ellaya sat on the hospital bed one sunny morning, staring out of the window. The sunlight poured in, illuminating her frail figure. She had lost so much weight that her clothes hung loosely on her, and the dark circles under her eyes revealed the sleepless nights she endured. Her hands rested idly in her lap, motionless, and her lips trembled faintly, as though she wanted to speak but had forgotten how. Iden had seen many
Iden walked in, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his eyes darting between Ellaya’s face and the man sitting on her bed. His footsteps were slow and deliberate. His expression was cold, void of any emotion, as always. The man’s gaze tracked Iden with narrowed eyes and a stoic demeanor. Iden paused near him, then turned to look at Ellaya, who seemed transfixed on her husband, like a deer caught in headlights. “Will you not introduce me to him, puppet?” the man asked, his voice dripping with condescension, a grin plastered across his face. Iden chewed the word puppet under his breath as his brows knitted. As if jolted from a trance, Ellaya flinched at his words and shifted her gaze from the Iden to man then again, man to Iden . “He… is Iden he... is my h... husband,” she stammered, licked her dry lips, her voice shaking, tears glistening in her eyes. Iden observed her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He had seen every expression on her face, but never fear—now, she looke
Iden leaned back, a devilish grin spreading across his face, eyes sparkling with malice. “This is for thinking about my woman the wrong way, Alex,” he sneered, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. “And for the girls whose lives you ruined.” Alex's breath quickened, panic flaring in his chest as he clutched his neck, feeling the warmth of the poison seeping into his veins. “You son of a bitch,” he gasped, desperation coursing through him. “You can kill me, but not him. He would never let her go, never.” His voice faltered, each word strained as the poison began to tighten its grip. Iden froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto Alex. Kai and Annabel spun around, concern etched across their faces. Iden moved in close, gripping Alex's hair tightly, forcing him to look up. “Who is he?” His voice was low and menacing, a growl that sent shivers down the spine. Alex, however, just grinned defiantly through the pain, his eyes sparkling with defiance. Iden lifted him
Annabel twirled the pendrive between her manicured fingers, a sly smile curving her lips as she leaned closer. “Is this what you were talking about, sweetheart?” she purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against Alex's cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. Alex’s eyes widened in disbelief, a storm brewing within him. “Fucking bitch,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. Anger radiated off him like heat waves, and he clenched his fists, knuckles turning white. “I knew you were a fucking traitor! I knew you were just putting on an act to get close to me.” A cruel laugh escaped him, echoing around them, sharp and bitter. “I should have killed you after I… after I fucked you that night.” He paused, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air, his chest heaving with rage. “But wait, it was my damn mistake. I wanted to kill both of you together.” His eyes fixated on the pendrive again, narrowing suspiciously as if it he
The hand under his trembled slightly, her eyelashes flicked. Iden's body stiffened, rigid, and his heart throbbed violently. He clenched his hand, his eyes focused on her. Her eyes weren't focused, but she slowly opened them and tried to say something. "Laaya," he whispered. Finally, the tear he had been holding back fell down his cheeks, and he didn't even realize it. "Iden," she spoke softly. Her eyes were still not focused and fluttered twice before she finally shut them again. "Ellaya," he called out, his voice laced with panic. The doctors rushed in. "She... she just opened her eyes," he said anxiously, gently rubbing her hand. "Don't worry, Mr. Ruan. She's out of the coma now," the doctor reassured him. Iden exhaled deeply, nodding silently, his gaze fixed on her pale face and the steady rise and fall of her breaths. Every passing moment felt like agony to him. Guilt, a sensation foreign to him until now, gnawed at his insides, tormenting him with every breath. At
Iden returned to the hospital, his clothes clean and looking noble and handsome, as if the accident meant nothing and was just a passing moment. But the scrapes on his knuckles hinted at a fierce battle he had fought, as if he had gone through hell and back. He pushed open the door, and the sight still stung his eyes, hurting him like hell. His footsteps were light on the floor as he approached her bedside. Sitting down beside her, his fingertips touched her. She was pale and warm against his skin, still unconscious, still in a coma. He caressed her cheeks, noting the bandages on her head and the faint marks of several small cuts. "I am sorry, princess. I should have done better," he whispered, his voice cracking with sheer emotion. He had beaten the shit out of the person who caused her condition, but the flame in his heart still burned fiercely, and he knew why. If only he had not allowed her to sit in the car and wait for her death. If only he had never left. But he knew th
Ellaya was taken to the emergency room, leaving Iden waiting outside, surrounded by doctors and nurses. He was injured and still bleeding but was hell-bent on not getting treated until he was sure she was mended. "Iden, you need to wrap up your wound first," Annabel said, clasping his shoulder and squeezing lightly to ground his lost soul. Iden sat on a chair, his fingers clasped together, head hung low, legs spread apart. His shirt was dyed with red and dark blood, not only his. He was amidst a quest for revenge, yet here he was, tortured by the woman he sought vengeance upon. His eyes flicked toward the operating room, and his fingers tightened. His lips stretched in a straight line, and his eyes were bloodshot. The cold metal gate stared back at him as if mocking him. Inside, Ellaya was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Each moment stretched like an eternity, piercing him like a knife cutting through his very soul. Kaito stood in the corner, arms folded, eyes fixed on his brothe
Iden gently lifted Ellaya out of the wreckage, holding her close as he carried her away from the burning car. Ellaya felt delicate and weightless in his arms, her skin warm to the touch. Despite the searing heat from the flames, Iden pressed on without hesitation. His sole purpose was to ensure Ellaya's safety. Ellaya, can you hear me?" he gasped, his voice trembling with fear and anxiety as he hurried to a safe distance, Annabel right beside him. His heart raced in his chest as he rushed away from the burning wreckage, holding Ellaya close. Each step felt like a race against time, every movement fueled by desperation and a fierce resolve to save her. Ellaya's body seemed so delicate and weightless in his arms, her skin radiating warmth against his own. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, meeting his gaze with a hint of recognition before gently closing again. "Stay with me, Ellaya," he murmured, his words thick with emotion. "Please, stay with me." Tears welled up, clouding
Sitting rigidly in the car, Ellaya watched in horror as her husband, holding her best friend, jumped out, leaving her utterly alone in the speeding vehicle. Her face lost all color, and her body shivered uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks like raindrops, and her grip tightened around the car seat as fear crept into her bones, sending chills down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she grabbed the handle of the car door, contemplating jumping out to save her own life. But as if something shifted within her, she dropped the idea. She retreated, folding her legs to her chest and hugging them tightly, hiding her face between her knees as if shielding herself from impending harm. She felt cold and numb, her mind unable to process anything but her past—her abusive and manipulative parents, her struggles in childhood to live a normal life, her desperate craving for parental love, and then Iden, who had entered her life like a sweet melody. Everything had seemed surreal at th