Chapter 118

When Trevon and Madeline stepped into the hall, all eyes were drawn to them.

They were a sight to behold in their chic, updated takes on classic attire.

Trevon was the epitome of calm detachment, while Madeline radiated a serene grace. Together, they stood like a scene from a masterful painting, a picture of harmony and beauty.

They made their entrance hand in hand, their shared smiles betraying none of the strife splashed across the tabloids.

However, beneath the surface, Madeline's nails were sinking deep into Trevon's flesh.

Unfazed, Trevon murmured, "Nine hundred thousand dollars a month just to hold hands. You're getting a sweet deal."

Madeline scoffed silently.

Right off the bat, Trevon had grabbed her hand, and despite her subtle attempts to wriggle free, the prying lenses of the paparazzi forced her to relent. Instead, she vented her irritation through her grip.

That time, Trevon took it in stride, his hand a warm anchor, the picture of devotion.

Lydia, trailing behin