It had been a few days since the encounter with Mordred's father. The chaos surrounding the release of the initial information about the Martin family's dealings had died down, but Navaeh could feel the storm brewing. The eyes of the public were now on her. She had written nothing more, posted nothing more, but the whispers on social media and the increasing comments under her posts told a different story. They were waiting for her next move.
But for now, she was living her life as normal as possible. As normal as it could be when dating a celebrity who had just thrown the world's biggest spotlight on you.
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Morning Routine:
Navaeh woke up early. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of her coffee machine and the distant sounds of the city outside. She had a long day ahead of her—work, interviews, and, if she was honest with herself, a certain degree of pretending everything was normal.
She glanced at the phone beside her, a notification lighting up her screen. Another article about Mordred's family was trending, but this time it wasn't her name attached to it. She scrolled quickly. The article was a simple summary of Mordred's supposed "family drama," with a headline clearly designed to draw clicks.
She sighed, putting the phone down and getting on with her day. She didn't have time to get sucked into the whirlwind. Not yet.
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The Day Unfolds:
As she arrived at the office, the usual buzz of activity filled the air. The newsroom was chaotic, with people rushing around and talking over each other. Navaeh didn't flinch. She had seen it all before. But the difference today was the stares. Her colleagues knew she was dating Mordred. They had all seen the headlines. Some of them were respectful, some openly curious, and others—well, others looked at her as if she were a ticking time bomb.
"Hey, Nevaeh," one of the reporters said as she passed by, giving her an inquisitive look. "So, what's the deal with that post of yours the other day? You just going to sit on all that dirt about the Martins? Or are you planning on dropping a bombshell?"
Navaeh gave a small smile. "I'm just living my life right now. I've got stories to write, just like you." She walked away without giving more. The less she revealed, the better.
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Online Drama:
By the time she sat down at her desk, her social media feeds were filled with messages, comments, and tags. Her name had become a trending topic again, but not because of anything she had released. It was the fans—the obsessed fans of Mordred—who were keeping her in the spotlight.
There were memes of her with Mordred, some funny, some downright creepy. Fan art of the two of them, half of it bordering on uncomfortable territory. And then, there were the comments. Some fans adored her, calling her their queen. Others, though? They couldn't stand her. They wanted her out of the picture.
One comment stood out:
> "Nevaeh Carter is just using Mordred for fame. She's not even a real celebrity, just some journalist trying to get a taste of the spotlight. It's all so obvious."
Another:
> "I thought she was smarter than this. Guess being with a guy like Mordred changes everything."
She scrolled past them, choosing to ignore the negativity. She wasn't here to please anyone. But the comments were piling up. Some fans were calling for her to "drop the act" and show who she really was. The pressure was mounting, but she held her ground.
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Later that Night:
Navaeh settled back at home later that evening, a glass of wine in hand. She had just finished her daily check of the news and her messages, and there it was again—another viral tweet about Mordred and her. But this time, it was something different.
A rumor was circulating that Mordred had bought her a luxury apartment in his name. She hadn't said anything about moving in with him, but the speculation was there. Fans wanted to know if the rumors were true. The tabloids were running with it, too. But Nevaeh? She wasn't saying a word.
Mordred hadn't even brought up the topic of moving in together, and she wasn't about to start anything herself. Her own apartment still felt like her sanctuary, and though the idea of living with him was tempting, she wasn't ready to surrender her independence yet.
She sighed, setting her phone down. She had to admit that the drama was wearing on her. But this was the life she had chosen, wasn't it?
Mordred was away on a business trip. His absence meant fewer distractions and more time for Navaeh to focus on herself. She went through the motions of living her normal life, but every so often, she would find herself thinking of him. How easily they slipped into each other's worlds. How quickly he had become a part of her routine.
When he was away, she missed him. But she didn't let herself linger on it. The rumors and the drama would all fade eventually. She just had to wait it out.
She poured herself another glass of wine and sat down at her desk, determined to get some writing done. The world could wait. For now, it was just her, her thoughts, and the steady tap of the keyboard.
But she knew, deep down, it wouldn't be long before the storm came crashing back.