Half an hour more to go before the music performance kicked off. Two crew members stood at the stadium entrance, collecting admission tickets from the never-ending lines. A group of fans hoarded the merchandise stall nearby, splurging on lightsticks, posters, and banners featuring their favorite idols. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Colorful spotlights danced to the beats, flashing across the enthusiastic crowd. Kyle sat in the dressing room, clad in a ripped vest. It had no buttons or zips, perfectly showing off his abdominal muscles. His fans outside would probably go crazy and be sleepless for nights when they saw him.Adorned with broad metal wristbands, rings, and silver stud earrings, Kyle stared at his reflection in the mirror. A spearhead pendant hung around his neck, sending a chilly touch across his skin.He was hot and seductive—the image the public wanted him to be. Kyle nodded along as Brandon went through the event flow with him once more. Well, he wasn't going
The streets were dimly lit, and the stars gradually lost their twinkle as they disappeared behind the thick, gray clouds. A gentle wind, tinged with a hint of chill, brushed against her skin, sending a peculiar tingle down her spine. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't because of the breeze, but the fact that Kyle was still holding onto her hand, and she showed no signs of telling him to let go. Standing in front of a metal guardrail that separated the land from the shimmering lake, he asked, "Why... Why are you hiding from me, Clover? I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" "You did nothing wrong," she muttered, finally twisting her wrist to break free from him. "Then why won't you stay?" "Because it's not meant to be that way." "What do you mean by that?" Kyle pointed to his heart, his tears seeping in from the corners of his eyes. "You're everywhere inside here. Without you with me, I can barely keep it beating." "Kyle, I—" He took a step closer to her. "I like you, C
"Clover!" Danise swung open the door and entered the room in a hurry. He sounded panicky. Clover stood up from the couch, looking somewhat haggard. "What's the matter?" Her meeting with Kyle yesterday had left her tossing and turning all night. Swallowing hard, he pursed his lips and showed his phone to her.As soon as Clover's gaze fell on it, the color instantly drained from her already pale face. Was it her imagination, or did the headline of the news read, "Fallen of Blue Sea Corporation"?She continued reading, her breathing gradually turning ragged. The article wrote, "Years ago, there was a born leader shaping the world of business. He was Tremon Hon, the founder of Blue Sea Corporation, a renowned trading company based in Chailenia. He married Veronica Sun at the age of 29, and together they built a joyful family, welcoming their child, Clover Hon. Tremon was honored with numerous international awards for his remarkable achievements, ranging from working with local markete
Rolling down the tinted car window, Kyle glanced across the road at a place he used to enter without needing any reason. The door was shut. No queues. No crowds. It gave off a feeling that it was close to being abandoned. Its glory was gone in a single day, shattered heavily by the online controversy. "Brandon." "Hmm?" Brandon looked in the rearview mirror and met his broken gaze."Do you know what's my biggest regret?" Kyle asked. He shook his head, taking the second turn at the roundabout. "Eagering to become an adult." Kyle let out a soft, painful laugh. "If I had known that it would be this complicated, I would never have wished to grow up fast when I was a kid.” Brandon sighed. "Time doesn't speed or slow down for anyone, buddy." As the car drove past the back of the café, Kyle noticed that the door was opened ajar. He was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly asked Brandon to stop. Tears seeped in from the corners of his eyes when he caught sight of one of the tall figu
Clover was alone in her room. She lay on her bed, her weary eyes gazing at the ceiling. Her phone was tossed aside, with the screen displaying trending topics related to her. It was a surprise that the news about her ending up as a sex slave wasn't brought to light. A gentle breeze slipped into her room through the ajar window, caressing her cheeks with a comforting touch. Orangy leaves floated down from their branches, forming small heaps on the ground. Squirrels chirped, hiding in the branches, diligently cracking nuts, while others hopped around, eagerly searching for more.Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.'Danise?' she thought. "Danise, didn't you..." As soon as she opened the door and saw who it was, she trailed off. It was Stella. She wasn't supposed to know about this place, let alone be here. Clover stood still, having no intention of inviting her in. "You're not letting me in?" Stella frowned with her arms folded across her chest. Considering her tempera
The air hung heavy with a peculiar, musty smell, enveloping her in the clammy atmosphere. Each of her limbs was cruelly tied wide apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Yes, Clover was undeniably awake, acutely aware of her dire situation. Her fingers subconsciously recoiled as water droplets seeped from tiny cracks above and fell onto them. The drug's effects were starting to wear off, and she slightly regretted that it did.She craned her neck to look out of the glass panel on the steel block that confined her. Two men were there; one on the left, and the other on the right.A continuous shudder coursed through her veins, every second reminded her that she was awake and was more conscious than ever. She shut her eyes, struggling to stop them from flickering. A glimmer of light shone onto her lids as the gray door opened, accompanied by the ominous sound of steps approaching. She dared not picture who they belonged to. Her heart leaped to her throat, and her muscles tensed. The
Kyle stood by the window, biting his fingers as he waited anxiously for her to show up. She sounded thrilled when he called her just now. Brandon sat cross-legged at the table with Danise, busy skimming through their phone contacts to reach whoever they could. Clover was missing. And they were on their own. "Heyy guys!" Stella's voice resounded from a distance. "It's me—" Before she could finish speaking, she was forcefully dragged into the house. There wasn't even a need to knock. Her heels were flung off from her feet like there was a magnet repelling them away. Startled, she looked up and saw the three men staring at her. "W-What's wrong?" Nobody said anything. They moved closer, their intense gazes pushing her back against the long couch. "Guys... What's the matter?" Unable to bear the sudden overwhelming presence they exuded anymore, she quickly hopped over to the opposite seat. "Where's Clover?" Kyle asked. "C-Clover?" She darted her eyes in panic for a moment before s
The middle-sized rented room reeked of aged furniture, a blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke lingering in the air.Frowning, Stella waved her hand over her nose as she glanced around, disgusted with the smell. In one corner, the uncleaned pans and pots were left huddled with the trash. Meanwhile, on the bed was a jumble of inside-out T-shirts that were stained by broths. Kyle took each step with full precaution. If he accidentally tripped and fell, he might need to spend hours in the bathroom getting rid of the stench. Obviously, this didn't seem to be the living place of a normal person, let alone the manager of a superstar. "Check around and see if we can find anything," Kyle said, casting a wary look at the broken cupboard that seemed to be toppling at any moment.As he pulled it open, a rusted hinge clinked to the ground, and a wave of musty clothes tumbled onto him within seconds. He flopped onto the bed, his hands now smeared with an unknown green slime—totally gross. Danise