Captivated By The Playboy

on as the grand unveiling drew near—a culmination of Cherish's artistic vision and Maro's unwavering trust. However, unbeknownst to th

h echoed through the room—a vase lay shattered on the ground. Cherish's heart raced as she surveyed the

cut through the air—a voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh, what a shame," a woman sneered, her tone l

oice tinged with surprise.

t admiring the competition," she replied, her eyes narrowing as they landed on C

with a mixture of defiance and caution. "And you are?"

harm. "Amelia Dupont," she introduced herself, her words drip

his protective instincts kicking in. "We appreciate your interest, Amelia,

er eyes. "Oh, I'm sure you do," she replied, her tone oozing with condescension.

penthouse, leaving a trail of tension and uncertainty in her wake. Cherish's jaw tightened as

professionalism which didn't sit well with me, which led me to put a call through to you Over the

paint colors mixed up, fabrics mysteriously damaged, and crucial design elements subtly altered. E

olded, Cherish's frustration boiled over. "This is more than just accidents," she said, h

e won't let her succeed," he replied, his voice carrying a steely determination.

r eyes. "You're right, Maro," she said, her voice steady. "We'll face this head-

the realm of trust and unity. They spent days and nights working tirelessly, undoing the damage and fortifying th

tion. The penthouse stood transformed—a testament to their resilience and creativity. Cherish's heart swelled with pr

ossible to ignore, her smug smile a stark contrast to the celebration in the air. "Impressive," she said, her tone laced with

ock you up before the end of today", Maro warned and ordered the security guards to kick her out of his premises. With that, Maro shared a reassuring smile with Cherish whil

o the ultimate test—Cherish and Maro found each other standing on the brink of a battle that would require