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Chapter 58 - You AreThe Line

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The silence after the storm was deceptive.

Veronica Hale had vanished from public view, but that didn’t mean she’d surrendered. Not to Damien. Not to Celeste. Not to the world that had turned its spotlight from worship to scrutiny.

She was quiet, but she was calculating. In a dim-lit room of her estate in the Hollywood Hills, surrounded by unopened letters and half-drunk wine glasses, Veronica stared at an old lockbox. Her hand hovered over the key. Inside it was her last card.

Not a scandal she’d caused, but one she’d kept. It was a file with names, transactions, and one particular video clip that had never seen the light of day. It wasn't about Calloway or Celeste. It was about Damien Sinclair.

And if she released it, she wouldn't just be taking down Sinclair Media. She’d be setting the entire industry on fire. Veronica didn’t just want to retaliate anymore. She wanted legacy-level destruction, but to do this she needed precision.l, because one wrong move, and everything would blow
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