Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Four; Agreement to sign with Tether Loreta was still fuming as she left the boardroom, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floors of the building. Her chest tightened with frustration. The audacity of those men from Tether had pushed her beyond her limits, and as much as she wanted to maintain her professional demeanor, their hollow apology and dismissive attitude grated at her.She couldn’t believe Gareth had arranged that meeting without giving her a proper heads-up, though she knew his intentions were good. Still, she wasn’t going to let them bully her into accepting a deal that felt like a trap. Not on her terms. Not when they had treated her so disrespectfully.As she reached the elevator, one of the Tether representatives, Edward, suddenly appeared beside her, his hand reaching out to stop the doors from closing.“Miss Loreta, a word, if you don’t mind?” he said smoothly, his voice trying to maintain its cool, business-like charm, but s
Chapter Two Hundred and 235: The Escape Loreta stepped out of the building where she had just met with the representatives of Tether. The cool evening air did little to soothe the storm brewing inside her. She had agreed to their terms, but every fiber of her being felt like she had been forced into a corner. Her career was at stake no doubt about that—but the feeling of being trapped left a sour taste in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to yell at the world for making her feel like a puppet on a string. But there was no one to hear her, and even if there was, who would understand? Being a star wasn’t as glamorous as people thought. It came with a price, and tonight, that price felt too high. Loreta’s first instinct was to go home, lock herself in her apartment, and stew in her thoughts. But she quickly dismissed the idea. She couldn’t stand the thought of sitting in silence, letting her mind replay every word from that meeting. She needed to clear her head, to escape from i
Chapter Two hundred and Thirty Six: A Turn of EventsLoreta’s heart raced as she inched closer to the side door. Something about the scene unsettled her, but she couldn’t turn away. The muffled voices she heard coming from inside were tense, low but heated. She hesitated, unsure whether to continue or retreat, but her curiosity won out. As she reached the slightly ajar door, she peered through the small opening. What she saw made her blood run cold.Inside, a young woman stood cornered by a man, her back against the wall. She looked terrified, her hands pressed against her chest as though trying to shield herself. The man, tall and rough-looking, had an air of entitlement about him, a smug grin on his face as he loomed over her.“Come on, Emma,” the man coaxed, his voice sickly sweet but dripping with malice. “I got you this job, didn’t I? All I’m asking for is a little payback.”The woman shook her head vehemently, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I don’t have any money rig
Chapter Two Hundred and thirty seven: A Familiar Face Loreta’s heart skipped a beat at Emma’s words. A celebrity being harassed, interrupted just in time, this story felt all too familiar. Emma sighed deeply, rubbing her arms as if trying to shake off the weight of the memory. “It was just a regular day at the restaurant, or at least I thought it was. I was working at one of those high-end places, you know? The kind where the rich and famous come and go, and we’re not supposed to acknowledge them unless they ask for something.” Loreta nodded, her curiosity piqued. She’d been to plenty of places like that, where the unspoken rule was to let people live their lives in peace. “Go on.” Emma continued, her voice steady, though there was a clear bitterness to her tone. “One day, I was told to bring a bottle of wine to one of the VIP rooms. I didn’t think much of it—just another task, right? But when I opened the door, I saw them. A group of men, drunk and laughing, and in the mi
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty right: A New Better JobLoreta led Emma back to her home, their steps slow as they processed the heavy conversation that had unfolded between them. The cool night air felt fresh, almost like a promise of something new, and for the first time in a long while, Loreta felt a sense of peace begin to settle over her.Inside the house, Loreta motioned for Emma to sit down at the dining table. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the lamp overhead, casting long shadows against the walls. Emma hesitated for a moment before sitting down, still unsure of how to handle the weight of everything that had just happened.“I meant it when I said I want to help,” Loreta began, her voice quiet but resolute. She took a seat across from Emma, folding her hands in her lap. “Not because I feel like I owe you, but because it’s the right thing to do. You’ve been through so much because of something that happened to me, and I can’t just let that go.”Emma rubbed her
Chapter Two hundred and thirty nine: The Picture That Could Change EverythingLoreta’s eyes were fixed on Emma’s phone as the younger woman nervously tapped the screen. A few quick swipes, and there it was, the photograph Emma had taken that night, the one that had cost her job. Loreta felt her breath hitch as she leaned in to get a closer look.The image was grainy, the dim lighting of the VIP room casting shadows over the men’s faces, but their postures told the story as clearly as if it were in high definition. Two men—powerful, entitled—closing in on a figure pressed against the wall. The figure, a woman, her hands raised in defense, her body tense with fear.A sick feeling pooled in Loreta’s stomach as she recognized the scene. It was her. That night she’d tried so hard to forget. She could almost feel the cold pressure of the wall against her back, the overwhelming stench of cologne mixed with sweat. But now, looking at this image, she felt something else—a spark of anger
Chapter 240: The Missing StarThe atmosphere in the grand hall was electric, every inch of space filled with a carefully orchestrated sense of anticipation. Rows of sleek, metallic chairs were lined up before a stage adorned with banners bearing Tether’s emblematic logo, an elegant fusion of corporate prestige and youthful energy. Photographers clutched their cameras, lenses gleaming under the polished spotlights, while journalists held notebooks at the ready, murmuring excitedly amongst themselves.It was a big day for Tether—the unveiling of their most ambitious celebrity endorsement yet. Loreta, the face of countless successful campaigns, was set to become their brand ambassador, and today was supposed to be her moment. They had pulled every string to make this event an extravagant display of power and promise. Behind the scenes, executives and publicists paced, checking their watches and exchanging anxious glances. Every detail had been rehearsed to perfection, every photo angle
Chapter Two hundred and forty one: The Silent arrest The morning light filtered gently through Loreta’s apartment windows, casting a soft glow over her tidy living room. She moved around, humming quietly as she watered her plants and sipped her coffee, an expression of calm contentment on her face. There was no trace of the whirlwind that had descended on her life the day before—no sign of the media frenzy, the missed signing, or the countless messages piling up on her phone. She moved through her morning as though the world outside her door didn’t exist.A sudden, firm knock interrupted her peaceful routine, echoing through the stillness of her home. She paused, setting her coffee cup down, and moved to the door without a hint of hesitation. When she opened it, she found two police officers standing in uniform, their expressions serious. Behind them, a representative from Tether looked on, his gaze a mixture of anger and bewilderment.“Loreta Mendez?” one of the officers asked,