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Chapter 8: The Real Devil

Author: A. Sholyn
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 21:50:38
Natalia’s POV

Leo stepped up right beside me, his jaw dropping as he stared at the live video on his phone screen.

He pointed a shaking finger at the man in the black hoodie. “Are you deaf? Mrs. Blackthorne is asking you a question. Who the hell are you?”

The relaxed posture the man had until now melted immediately.

His eyes darted from my phone to Leo’s phone, and his pupils turned into two small dots. His mask had slipped, revealing the real him.

“You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling
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  • NO SECOND CHANCE FOR THE RUTHLESS CEO   Chapter 8: The Real Devil

    Natalia’s POV Leo stepped up right beside me, his jaw dropping as he stared at the live video on his phone screen. He pointed a shaking finger at the man in the black hoodie. “Are you deaf? Mrs. Blackthorne is asking you a question. Who the hell are you?” The relaxed posture the man had until now melted immediately. His eyes darted from my phone to Leo’s phone, and his pupils turned into two small dots. His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands. “No, you are not,” I said, pointing at his neck. “The real Damian Vance has a mole on his

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    Natalia’s POV Christian’s thumb grazed the bottom of my lips. He traced the edge of the red lipstick, his gaze heavy and fixed on my mouth. The smell of his suit jacket and cologne drifted around me as he leaned down, closer and closer. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to touch mine. Suddenly, reality crashed down on me. No. What am I doing? This wasn’t part of the plan. I snapped my eyes open, lifted my foot, and kicked his shin with all the force I could muster. “What the hell are you trying to do?” I stammered, stumbling backward on the silken sheets until my backside hit the headboard of the bed. Christian barely flinched at the kick to his leg. He bent down and casually picked up the silver cufflinks from the nightstand and began sliding them into his shirt sleeves. “Relax, Natalia. I was only teasing you.” He adjusted his collar and gave me a look that made my skin crawl. “I already told you on your first day here that I’d ne

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    Natalia’s POV The moment we turned toward the exit, the reporters went completely wild. “Mrs. Blackthorne! Who is Damian Vance to you?” “Mr. Blackthorne, is the marriage over already?” I stumbled back, my breath caught in my tight throat. Christian’s grip on my wrist was like an iron cuff, dragging me forward. Suddenly, Gemma stepped right in front of us. She shoved a reporter back, her hands raised defensively. “Get those cameras out of their faces!” Gemma yelled, her chest heaving as she glared at the press. “Are you all crazy? This is a disgusting lie! My sister loves her husband, and the Brown family name is no small name either! If I see a single one of these ugly headlines online, you are all dead meat! We will sue every single one of your companies!” For a second, the reporters actually backed off, startled by her anger. I stared at her back, my mind spinning. She hired him. I know she did. So why is she playing the protective sister now? Christian pul

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    Christian POV The glass of whiskey was still sitting on the table, untouched. I hadn’t even taken a single drop. I leaned back on the leather sofa, my knuckles digging into my temples. Each time I moved my eyebrows, one annoying pain would bite into my skin. I looked up at the small mirror above the arch of the honeymoon suite and saw the red trail on my forehead. Natalia actually dared to hit me with a fucking shoe. All my life, people trembled at the sight of me. Board members bowed their heads as I spoke. Even my older brother, Lucien, before he got stripped of his title and crawled away into nowhere today, never dared to raise his hand on me. But Natalia, the daughter of the lowborn Browns, didn’t hesitate while looking at me like a dead bug on the floor and swung. “ I don’t want you touching me. “I want a divorce.” “You’ll find out soon, husband.” I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. What exactly was I supposed to find out? What could a girl like her do t

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