Timothy raised an eyebrow, perplexed by his father's sudden interest in his life. "What media attention? It's just sports coverage." “Just sports coverage?” Kamran pressed, his eyes darkening. “Do sports channels usually cover romance as well?” Just as Timothy opened his mouth to retort, the off
Late into the night, the dimly lit law firm's office felt like a world of its own. The phones had stopped ringing, and the persistent hum of the fluorescent lights was the only sound that accompanied my solitude. I had been engrossed in settling a client's domestic dispute, and it was during these l
He nodded, thankfully appeased by this explanation. Of course, it didn’t curb the rest of his curiosity. “I couldn't help but notice you in the news recently." "In the news, sir?” I asked, taking on a quizzical look. “I'm not sure what you mean." Mr. Erickson moved even closer, and the scent of
The headline hit me like a tidal wave. An image of Timothy and Stella emerged just beneath those bold words. It looked like someone had taken an old image of Timothy and the old club leader at one of the past games. Timothy had a trophy tucked just under his arm with Stella clinging to the opposit
Evie deserved better than what Timothy had done to her, and it was high time someone set him straight. Finally, unable to bear the anticipation any longer, Aria made her way to Timothy's apartment, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and frustration. She couldn't let him get away with what he h
TIMOTHY POV A month had drifted by, its days marked by a pervasive tension that hung heavily over Timothy's shoulders. He had managed to avoid his family and the oppressive embrace of his fanbase, preferring the solitude of his own thoughts and the sanctuary of his secluded apartment. With gossip
After a few minutes, Stella approached the car, her obnoxious demeanor oozing from every step. She had an air of self-assuredness that had initially intrigued him but had quickly given way to resentment and anger over the years. As Stella got into the car and settled into the passenger seat, she f
We were in the midst of making dinner, our usual Friday ritual, but there was an uneasiness in the air that I couldn't ignore. Aria, usually so chatty and animated in the kitchen, was unusually quiet, her eyes focused on chopping vegetables with a distant look in her eyes. She’d been a little dist