Author name: Hauda.A

The interview took four hours. Helena Drake asked everything. Every uncomfortable question. Every detail we’d been avoiding. “Walk me through […]

I showed up at Paisley’s apartment at seven am. She opened the door looking guilty. Good. “Morgana—” “We’re going to

The press conference was scheduled for noon. By eleven-thirty, the conference room was packed. Every major outlet. Cameras everywhere. The

The honeymoon period lasted exactly twelve hours. I woke up married. Really married. To a man who’d confessed to orchestrating

The wedding day arrived with unexpected rain. “It’s good luck,” Paisley said, helping with my dress. Simple. White. Nothing like

The coffee with Paisley was both better and worse than expected. Better: She didn’t immediately throw her drink at me.

Three days hiding in Atkins’ apartment. Three days of planning, strategizing, preparing for war. And somewhere between plotting corporate takedowns

Three days at Atkins’ apartment felt like three years. No word from Leander. No calls. No texts after that first

Her name was Damarise Bowers. She walked into Leander’s office Wednesday afternoon like she owned it. Maybe she had, once.

The lawsuits started Monday morning. Mia’s production company demanded twelve million in damages. The network wanted eight million. Sponsorships threatened