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He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Eight
I awoke before dawn, sunlight yet to touch the studio windows. My eyes opened to the muted glow of early morning, and for a moment I paused, savoring the silence before the world stirred. I rose from the bed, my body moving almost on instinct, guided by months of routine, purpose, and resolve. The city outside remained still and peaceful. It was a world that believed my absence was voluntary, a reprieve, a quiet intermission between seasons. But I knew better. I understood the storm gathering beyond these walls and the way it would break against the structure I had carefully erected from silence and strategy.In the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water, the cool liquid grounding me as I thought about the day ahead. I held the tall mug in my hand for a moment, feeling its weight and the steady pulse of hot water against its smooth ceramic. In contrast, my mind ran like a well-oiled machine, calibrating each move before the first light of dawn. I considered the leak I had sent la
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Seven
I did not sleep much that night. My body lay still beneath the sheets, but my mind was in motion. Every piece of fabric, every contract, every encrypted message we had sent was now part of something larger. I had made my first move. I had let a whisper slip through the cracks they thought were sealed. Now, all I had to do was watch the ripple spread. By the time the sun slipped across the horizon, I was already awake. I stood by the window of the loft, the city below stirring to life, unaware of the tremor I had set in motion. A cup of tea warmed my hands, but it was not comfort I felt. It was control. Julian arrived at the studio before eight, sharp as always. He handed me a folded printout with no names on the envelope, no signature. Just clean white paper with crisp black ink. “They picked it up,” he said. I unfolded the sheet and scanned the text. A small finance blog had published an article just an hour ago. The tone was cautious, the evidence phrased as suspicion rath
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Six
The city felt different in the morning light. I stepped onto the studio rooftop terrace and looked across the skyline, breathing deeply into the calm air. It was quieter than the chaos that had driven me away and that was exactly how I wanted it. I could feel the contrast in my chest. A feeling that the world still shattered below but here I was building something steady.I opened my laptop at the small outdoor workstation I had created earlier in the week. The browser was already logged into my secure dashboard. Notifications had built up. A stream of light alerts: boutique feature reached three thousand views already, a handful of saves, and one strong comment from a respected magazine editor. They wrote elegant with silent strength, fresh, refined, worthy of attention.I closed the laptop and let the moment sink in. What started as whispers last night had rippled into praise this morning. The design world was starting to notice and crucially without names or headlines. Just subst
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Five
I saw the headline before I even opened my eyes.My phone lay on the nightstand with its screen lit, beckoning me from the darkness. I reached for it without thinking, immediately confronted with a tabloid notification I had not expected. A splash of glossy text and a grainy photo of someone who looked like me, complete with lipstick and designer sunglasses behind dark lenses. The headline screamed my name in all caps and stated flatly that Noelle Vale was undergoing treatment overseas, supposedly for burnout or something darker.My chest tightened. My breath paused. I sat up so quickly that I nearly hit the wall.They had done it. They had spun the story into public fantasy. I was not abroad. I was here. I had just walked away from everything to rebuild with intention. I was not broken. I was not lost. And yet, here I was being erased, framed as fragile, as needing saving.The room smelled like lemon cleaner and new beginnings, but it also held something colder now. It felt like a tr
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Four
I woke before sunrise the next morning, as if my body remembered a time when every day began with purpose. The city beyond the window was still mostly dark, but the horizon carried a sliver of pink light that promised morning. I dressed quickly in clothes that shimmed between comfort and determination: black trousers that moved silently, a crisp white blouse that showed no hint of logos, and flats that made no sound when I stepped across the floor.I drank coffee from a simple mug while Julian prepared breakfast at the small island kitchen. He did not offer idle conversation, but his presence felt supportive. I chose to count that as a kind of alliance. So much in the world was falling apart, but here there was a space that felt quietly solid.While I ate, I opened my encrypted laptop and reviewed the overnight updates from Mara. She was already on the front lines. One of the boutique clients I had counted on had flagged a TV segment in which Alessia appeared. Alessia had said I had a
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Three
I arrived in San Francisco just after sunset.The air felt sharper than I expected, cooler than the nights back home. As I stepped out of the airport, the hum of a different city settled around me. There was no one waiting with a sign. No cameras, no questions. Just a sleek black sedan parked under a low-hanging awning, its driver already standing by the door.I climbed in without hesitation.The car pulled into traffic, leaving the airport behind like a memory I no longer needed. The driver didn’t speak. I appreciated that. He drove with the quiet confidence of someone who had done this many times before. No glances in the rearview mirror. No unnecessary chatter. Just forward movement.I watched the city pass by through tinted glass. Neon signs blinked above diners and laundromats. Bridges curved over the water like steel ribbons. People walked with purpose, unaware that the woman in the back seat was erasing everything she used to be.When the car finally stopped, we were in front o
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