Chapter: Chapter 11: The First day on setThe silence of the soundstage wasn't empty; it was a hush of anticipation, the calm before the storm. It was the kind of quiet that settles over a battlefield before the first shot is fired, and I could feel the tension in the air, thick with unspoken rivalries and the sharp scent of fresh paint, dust, and expensive perfume. Stage 7 at Apex Studios was a fortress. The massive doors had been sealed for hours, no press, no fans, no leaks. This was a place of secrecy and power, where reputations would be made or broken.I stood just off the main set, wrapped in a black silk robe, my hair still in loose waves from the stylist's hands. My makeup was flawless, smoky eyes and soft lips, a face carved for the camera, but my heart was a war drum, pounding against my ribs with a rhythm that only I could hear.This was it.The first time I had stepped onto a film set since the scandal. Since the pole. Since the world had decided I was nothing. And now, I was back. Not as a victim, not as a joke,
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Chapter: Chapter Ten: The Way He Looked At HerThe penthouse was quiet when they returned.Not the sterile, hollow silence of before, the kind that echoed with isolation and absence, but a softer, deeper quiet. The kind that follows a storm. The kind that settles after a moment of truth.Niles met them at the elevator, his expression as unreadable as ever, but his eyes flickered to Amara for a fraction of a second, something like approval, perhaps, or quiet relief. He took Damian’s coat, his gloves, his briefcase, all handled with the precision of a man who knew the weight of each item.Damian didn’t speak.He walked past the living room, toward his office, his steps measured, his posture rigid. But Amara saw it, the slight tremor in his hands as he removed his gloves, the way he paused before closing the door behind him, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.She stood in the center of the vast space, the city glowing beyond the floor to ceiling windows, the skyline painted in gold and violet as the sun dipped belo
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: The Morning After Amara woke to the soft hum of medical monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic laced with something warm—cedar, maybe, or sandalwood. Her head rested on something firm, yet strangely comforting. Not a pillow.A chest.Her eyes snapped open.She was lying against Damian.Not beside him.On him.His arm was wrapped around her waist, his gloved hand resting just above her hip. His other arm was beneath her, a solid, unyielding support. His chin rested lightly on the crown of her head. His breathing was deep, even—still asleep.They were on the biometric bed in VIP Room 7 at Dr. Voss’s clinic. The same bed built for one. The same narrow space that should have made this impossible.And yet, here they were—pressed together, tangled in the same sheet, bodies aligned as if they’d been made to fit.She tried to move.She couldn't.His hold on her was gentle, but unbreakable. Every time she shifted, his arm tightened slightly, pulling her back into the curve of his body. She was practically g
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: CloserThe clinic was a fortress of silence and sterile light, hidden beneath layers of encrypted security and filtered air. No signs. No patients. Just a private elevator that required Damian’s biometric scan and a secondary voice command. The air smelled of antiseptic and something faintly botanical, cedar, maybe, or vetiver, something Amara now recognized as him.Niles had driven them in silence, the city a blur behind the tinted windows. Damian hadn’t spoken since the gala. He sat slumped in the back, his breathing shallow, his gloved hands clenched into fists. The hives had begun to fade from his face, but they still pulsed red on his neck, his wrists, the edge of his jaw. His body was healing, but it was fighting.When the car stopped, Dr. Elias Voss was already waiting.He stood in full protective gear, hood, face shield, gloves, a full-body suit that made him look like a scientist from a post-apocalyptic world. His blue eyes, sharp and clinical, scanned Damian the moment the door ope
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Public AppearanceThe limousine glided through the Manhattan night, its black shell reflecting the city's electric pulse. Inside, Amara sat rigid, her spine pressed against the cool leather, her fingers knotted in her lap. She stared at her reflection in the tinted window, just a ghost of light and shadow, but she saw everything.The woman before her was not the same one who had collapsed in shame two weeks ago. This Amara wore a gown of midnight blue silk, its neckline a delicate plunge, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. Diamonds glittered at her ears and throat. Her hair was swept into a loose, smoky updo, tendrils framing her face like whispered secrets. Her makeup was flawless, bold eyes, soft lips, a warrior’s composure painted over trembling nerves.This was her first public appearance since the scandal. Since the pole. The videos. The betrayal. Since the world had branded her a slut.And now, she was walking back into the fire on the arm of a man who had become her shield, her my
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Chapter: Chapter Six : Meeting Today was the day.Mama was coming.Not just to visit. To judge. To see the man I’d married, the fortress I now lived in, the life I’d chosen over the one she helped me build. My stomach twisted not with guilt, but with dread. I was terrified she would see right through me. That she would see him and know he wasn’t what I claimed he was.Or worse, that she’d see he was something far more dangerous.A soft knock came at the door.“Amara,” Niles’ voice, calm and measured. “Mrs. Collins has arrived.”I took a deep breath. “Send her in.”The living room was quiet when I stepped out. Damian stood near the fireplace, exactly where I knew he’d be. He was positioned like a sentinel, his back straight, his hands clasped in front of him. He was dressed in black again, tailored trousers, a high-collared turtleneck that rose to his jaw, gloves covering his hands. His hair was perfectly combed, his expression unreadable.But I saw the tension in his shoulders. The slight tightness around his eyes.
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