Mirabelle: [I'm not telling you who to eat dinner with. Just... two photo leaks in a row? Keep your guard up next time.]Ashton: [The guy who took them is already in custody. We'll find out who paid him.]Mirabelle: [Good.]Ashton: [Did you see what I posted on X?]Mirabelle: [Didn't know you had an X account. Give me a moment.]Ashton waited.Then—Mirabelle: [You announced it? Publicly? Without even asking me???]Ashton sat stiff in the back seat, fingers curled tight around his phone.The screen glared back at him, the three sharp question marks lined up like little knives.She was angry.She hadn't said it outright, but he could see it in the spacing, the punctuation.He should've waited.Now he understood what Dominic had tried to hint at earlier.But at the time, it had felt necessary. Urgent.He'd wanted to shut it all down.The speculation. The fake flings. T
The SUV sped past the border sign for Skyline City.The rear tires kicked up dust as the car veered onto the gravel shoulder, then corrected course and rejoined the lane.Ashton pressed his thumb into his palm until it left a dent.He hadn't looked back after the police arrived at The Corner Table.One phone call had been enough to get the paparazzo thrown into the back of a cruiser.At first, he told himself her phone had died.Then every call went to voicemail.By the fifth attempt, he'd told Gino to drive straight to Sunset City—there were no flights at this hour, and he didn't want to wait.Dominic had called to say the event organizers weren't picking up, probably asleep by now.Their PR line forwarded every call straight to voicemail.He'd tried the hotel next.It turned out LGH owned the property, and Dominic had managed to get the manager's number.Ashton was reaching for the hotel phon
The second the call ended, Daniel's phone buzzed again.He opened the app and tapped the 'accept transfer' button.Priya had sent two grand.That covered the phone.Ashton too—Priya could pass on the message.Daniel stared at his screen.His head was down, fringe dipping over his eyes."What's the hold-up?" I asked. "If you stall any longer, the shop's going to close."He blinked hard and straightened up. "Right. Sorry, I zoned out a bit." He yawned. "I'm ordering now."Once the confirmation came through, I felt the pressure ease in my chest.Ashton would know I was safe.That was enough for tonight.We kept walking toward the hotel.The pavement was dry, but the air smelled faintly of car exhaust and fried onions from the halal cart at the corner.Daniel stopped abruptly. "Wait. That name you said earlier, Ashton. Was that Ashton Laurent?""Yeah.""You know him?"
Daniel and I had just left the hotel ballroom when he stopped in the middle of the pavement, holding up his phone."Mira, look! Rowan's been papped again. This time they actually got a clear shot of the guy's face. It's the CEO of LGH!"My stomach clenched. "What did you just say?"He shoved the screen under my nose. "This photo. Same guy from before. I knew it. No way they're just friends."I looked.Ashton was in the frame, a full-body shot from the front, almost as if he was looking directly at the camera, his face inscrutable, mid-stride.He wasn't even close to Rowan.Nothing about it screamed scandal.Still, I kept staring."When was this taken?" I asked."About half an hour ago."I recognized the restaurant right away.The Corner Table.The last time, I'd let it go because Rowan didn't appear to gain anything from it.But now...Ashton had been to a hundred dinners with pe
Ashton's voice rang out."Only the people in this room knew I'd be at The Corner Table. So let's see. Which one of you thought you were clever enough to set this up?"Someone blurted out, high-pitched, "It wasn't me!"Another chimed in at once. "I swear, I didn't even know you were coming until you walked in!""I didn't have time to call anyone! I just got here—""It wasn't me either!"Their voices overlapped, rushed and clumsy.Ashton's gaze shifted past the group and landed on Cassian.Cassian raised both palms. "Don't look at me. I worked my arse off getting you here. Why the hell would I sabotage it with a camera crew? What do you think I am, brain-damaged?"Everyone had spoken now.Except Rowan.She straightened, forced a strained smile. "It definitely wasn't me. I just got back to Skyline. I don't even know how to contact someone like that. And I wouldn't do something this underhanded."A
The man was tall, thin, and sweating.A camera strap was twisted around his neck.A restaurant staff member said, "Caught him crouched in the stairwell. Phone in hand. Logged into the same account that posted the photos."Rowan stepped forward. "Was it you last time too? Who are you working for?"The man glanced around the room.Half a dozen pairs of eyes stared back.His lips parted without sound, then finally: "No one sent me. I just wanted the clicks. That's all. I swear.""Liar." Ashton walked towards him. "You've done this before."The man's knees gave out.He dropped hard, hands on the floor, breath caught in his throat.Cassian grabbed his collar, yanked him up, and dragged him towards the door. "We'll see if he talks with fewer teeth."The door slammed.Two dull thuds followed.Then silence.Cassian reappeared minutes later, sleeves pushed to his elbows. "He cracked. Said someone hired him."He dragged the man back into the room by one arm. "Go on. Tell them."The man's face w