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Christian leaned against the wall of his lavish room , the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and tension.
His father had just stormed out, leaving a wake of expectations and pressure in his absence.
Liam, one of his friends, broke the silence, his brow furrowed with curiosity. "So, who is this Stella?"
Christian felt a wave of irritation wash over him; he didn't want to explain the predicament he had landed in.
"I don't know. Just a name I saw on a book Ava was reading," he replied curtly, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact.
Ava is one of his friends whom he trust including Liam , Nick , MJ(Michael James) .
and now he was contemplating using an unknown woman's name to escape his father's relentless pursuit of a suitable girlfriend.
Ava's eyes lit up with concern as she probed further, "What are we going to do now?"
Christian sighed, the weight of his family's expectations pressing down on him.
"We'll just pay her to pretend for a while. It'll solve the problem," he said, trying to sound confident. But deep down, he felt the gravity of the situation.
"But she's never shared a picture or made a public appearance," Ava pointed out, her skepticism evident.
"I have hackers. They'll find out everything we need," Christian replied, a smirk forming on his lips as he imagined the ease with which he could uncover the details of this mysterious author's life.
As the evening wore on, his hackers did their job well, uncovering Stella's address within some time.
Christian glanced at his friends, determination shining in his eyes. "Go and bring her," he commanded, and they piled into the car, an undercurrent of excitement and dread pulsing through the group.
I can't believe we're actually going to meet her, Ava thought, her heart racing with anticipation as they drove through the bustling streets of New York City, the city that never sleeps wrapping them in its vibrant chaos.
Upon arriving at Stella's apartment building, the group exchanged anxious glances.
Christian is going to cross a line he never thought he would.
He was not guilty, he was just feeling disgusting that he has to pronounce a girls name with him.
As they approached Stella's door, Ava's enthusiasm bubbled over, a mix of excitement and nervousness.
They knocked, and when the door swung open, Stella stood before them, looking confused.
She had long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back, and her chestnut brown eyes held a blend of curiosity and caution.
