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Chapter 12

Author: Amycee
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-07 18:19:05

The club doors opened like the gates to another world.

The moment we stepped in, the bass slammed into my chest. Deep, pulsing, alive. Everything glittered. From the walls textured in gold to the crystal-beaded chandeliers hanging low and moody over the crowd. VIP booths lined the elevated edges, roped off with sleek velvet. Tables shimmered under soft spotlights, and dancers moved on elevated stages with practiced, hypnotic confidence, every movement sharp, fluid and impossible to look away.

In this space, status faded. What mattered was rhythm, confidence, and how well you could keep up with the beat.

Everyone here was someone

And no one cared.

Sophia flashed the bouncer a smile and led me up to the VIP section like she owned it.

I hadn’t even settled into the luxe seating and or taken in the glowing tray of champagne when I heard my name.

“Emily!”

Jay threw his arms open in exaggerated excitement, as if I’d just returned from a decade-long disappearance.

“Look at you,” he said, s
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