The remaining days of the week rolled by like a breeze, each one packed with challenges, laughter, and drama. The housemates were kept busy showcasing their talents—from dancing to cooking and flaunting their parents’ wealth with stories, items, and even extravagant gestures that kept the cameras buzzing.But the real story, the one the cameras and viewers clung to, was the unexpected thaw between Adam and Zoey. Their interactions became a slow-burn subplot that captivated the audience. They were often seen talking in the garden or cooking together in the kitchen. Their conversations became more frequent, and soon, viewers noticed they were almost inseparable.Adam, in those stolen moments, discovered a lighter side of Zoey. She confessed her love for pop music with a sparkle in her eyes that he had never seen before.She let him in on her playlist, sharing her earphones with him for a moment so he could listen to some of her favorite, catchy songs.The Wexler family, watching from

Adam blinked at Jasper, stunned at his challenge. “A duel? What for? This isn’t the medieval era. We're not going to joust for her favor.""Not that kind of duel, you idiot," Jasper snapped, his chest still heaving. "I'll compete with you. A real competition to prove, once and for all, who's a better fit for Zoey. Who can truly provide for her."Adam shook his head. "I'm not fighting you over a girl. She's not a trophy."“Whoever can afford the most beautiful, priceless thing for Zoey,” Jasper declared, his voice booming in the empty theater. “That person will be worthy of her love. That person will be her boyfriend.”Zoey shot to her feet, her voice sharp. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You think you can just buy my affection with gifts? Is that what you think I am?"But before she could say another word, Adam spoke, his voice calm and clear."I accept your challenge."Zoey spun toward him, her eyes wide. “What? Why? Adam, don’t encourage this nonsense!”Adam turned to

Xavier let out a low whistle as he lean forward and inspected the crystal maiden. "Dude... is that the 'Crystal Maiden'? From the L’Artiste’s private gallery.? You actually splurged over a million dollars on a statue... to impress a girl? That's... interesting.""Shut up, Xavier," Jasper snapped at him.Zoey stared at the statue, her mouth slightly agape. "Jasper... this is... it's incredible. But... a million dollars? Do you have to go that extra mile? This is too much."Jasper flexed, puffing out his chest while flashing her a charming smile. "Nothing is too much for you, Zoey. You're worth more than a million bucks." Then, his eyes narrowed at Adam like a hawk cornering it's prey. "Well, well. What about you, Adam? What's the little gift you managed to scrape together for the woman you claim to be so worthy?" Adam didn't look nervous or intimidated. He simply offered a small, calm smile."Well..." he began, reaching into the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small, elegantly

Jasper’s eyes went wide as Lilia’s shrill scream echoed through the room. He staggered back, his voice cracking as he barked, “What the hell are you doing? Stop it! Stop screaming!”Lila didn’t stop. Instead, she scrambled backward across the bed, clutching her torn nightgown to her chest. “Get away from me!” she cried, her voice trembling with convincing fear. “Don’t touch me! Please!”Before Jasper could react further, the door slammed open. Heavy boots thudded against the floor as two security guards rushed in, followed by a pair of camera operators scrambling to capture every second of the drama.“What’s going on in here?” one guard demanded.His eyes scanned the scene of Jasper standing by the bed, and Lila cowering on the floor, her nightgown torn at the shoulder.Jasper, his mind reeling, held up his hands. “Wait... I have no idea! She just started—”Before he could finish, Lila launched herself toward the guards, sobbing. “He tried to… he tried to have his way with me!” she

The sitting room fell into a dead silence.Lila’s head snapped up sharply, her smug smile vanishing as her wide eyes locked on Ruth Cross.“Excuse me?” she muttered, the words barely a whisper into her microphone.Ruth Cross’s smile was icy. “You are evicted from the show, Lila.”“That can’t be right!” Lila’s voice rose, sharp and shrill, losing all its calculated vulnerability. “I’m tied with Xavier! The fan vote is absolute! You can’t just—”“The fan vote is one factor,” Ruth interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “But so are the producers. And they have decided you will not be continuing with the show.”Lila’s composure shattered completely. “Why?!” she shrieked. “That's so unfair. I am the victim here! You can’t kick me out! Jasper is the one who should be kicked out! He’s a monster!”Just then, a new voice echoed through the room. “Not when he’s innocent of your accusations.”All heads turned. Martin stood at the entrance to the sitting room. And beside him, his exp