Montgom

-or the last time I remembered who I used to be. But in all those years

r. With my exceptional voice and charisma, I managed to make a name for myself in th

ms. The first came out last year. The second-a duet album with

o my room looking for me. He didn't just give me a home and become my family-he made me a fighter. No on

iller... I had to take this path. Michael helped me do that. I sti

man I've ever met. One round with him and he could cr

, financially. He never gave me a chance to fall apart or cry. He helped build a n

ed to my family. But who? What does he look like? Where does he live?

ed across every circle. His power is unmatched. His presence

. I'm trying to keep my balance between my professional lif

y talent. It's because of Michael's vast fortune. He gave

is name: Enzo Romano. It's a name that circulates only in very specific circ

ll last five months. Two months have already pass

agues in a studio. But over time... with all the long nights of work, the

emoved from all the women-no matter where they're

ted, finally letting me

g my hands in disbelief that

he walked up to me, a weary smile on his fa

d, bowing slightly out of respect. The ef

g every person here," Enzo raised his eyeb

are. "Shut up, Enzo! For God

exhausted from all this work and shooting! We've been on tour for two months, Celine." He sighed as he

nned playfully and stuck my tongue out at him in challenge

e T-shirt, not caring about the biting N

e. Then we're flying to China," Enzo said, his voic

entered, reminding us, "Let's go,

We'd barely get a few hours of sleep before w

ack for a moment, then straighte

-

he c

closed, trying to catch a quic

.. his gi

I miss her," Enzo replied quietly. I could

n she finds out I've been spending all this

finding myself staring into his

ed, brow slightly furrowed

Your job never ends, and she has to stay away from you most of the time, wh

afterparty and spend the day with me. She'll be in New York anyway for a fashion show." A sm

ped my hands excitedly and laced my fingers together

nd asked in disbelief, "For the love of hell, I seriously don't g

c look. "I'm not, you idiot! And for God's

eper into the seat and wrapping the blanket tighter aroun

ce, eyes now closed as well, "You'll get used to it. We'

tly as I watched that lazy

g," I whispered, letting my eyes clo