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Chapter 8: Under Scrutiny
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Sienna turned the key, pushed open the door, and stepped into her apartment.She paused for a moment on the threshold, still clutching the clutch bag from dinner. Her silver gown shimmered faintly under the hallway light, now wrinkled slightly from sitting, but still glowing like a second skin. The night had gone better than she expected, but every moment of it still felt surreal.Behind her, Damon sat in the car, eyes following her until the door clicked shut.He didn’t move immediately.For a few lingering seconds, he just stared at her building’s entrance. His expression unreadable, even to himself.Then, without a word, he shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, disappearing into the thick Manhattan night.The flash had gone unnoticed.He didn’t see the shadow crouched low near the alley across the street, or the quiet snap of a camera capturing just enough—a profile, a dress, a car.It was subtle.But it was enough.The next morning, the internet lit up like som
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Sienna had never gone shopping twice in one week before. That kind of lifestyle was reserved for rich housewives and TV characters. But today was different. Today she was returning to that house. Damon’s house. Their house, if the lie was to be believed.And she wasn’t going to be caught wearing the same dress twice.The boutique greeted her like royalty again, the same polite smiles, the same sparkling water offered in a champagne glass.“Back so soon, Miss Blake?” the stylist asked, clearly pleased to see her.“I need something… even more stunning,” Sienna said. “Classy, elegant—but memorable.”They brought out options: golds, blacks, deep wines, and sapphire blues. But one dress stopped her breath. A floor-length silver gown with delicate beadwork, an asymmetrical neckline, and a subtle shimmer that made her skin glow under the light.“This one,” she whispered.“Excellent choice,” the stylist beamed. “This is from the Matriarch Collection. Very exclusive. We only have one in the ci
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The sleek black Caldwell town car pulled up in front of Sienna’s apartment building at exactly 5:45 PM. It gleamed like a panther in the evening sun, polished to perfection. A suited chauffeur—mid-fifties, professional, composed—stepped out and opened the door for her.“Miss Blake?” he said with a respectful nod.“Yes,” she replied, voice tight with nerves.“I’m Thomas. Mr. Caldwell asked me to bring you to the estate. Please, take your time.”Sienna slid into the back seat, smoothing down the emerald green dress Damon had paid for. The silk hugged her frame with elegance, but her stomach twisted in knots beneath it.She clutched the envelope of information Damon had given her, memorizing details all night and during her lunch break. His favorite wine: a 2012 Merlot. Favorite author: Orwell. Childhood dog: Baxter. She knew his GPA, his travel preferences, even his shoe size.This was more than a dinner. It was a performance.The car glided through Manhattan, slipping past traffic with
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Damon had barely stepped out of his car before his phone buzzed. Twice. Then again. He stared at the screen with a sigh. Mother. Mother again. Then: “Call me now.” He didn’t need a psychic to know what this was about. By the time he entered the Caldwell estate, Margaret Caldwell was already waiting in the sitting room, a cappuccino in hand and a look of giddy impatience plastered across her face. She looked like someone who had just found out the royal wedding was being hosted in her backyard. “There he is!” she called, the excitement bubbling from her like soda shaken too hard. “Finally! Sit. I’ve been dying to talk to you.” Damon didn’t sit. “Where’s Dad?” “Coming. I’ve already told the kitchen to prepare the special breakfast tray,” she said, brushing imaginary dust from her silk blouse. “You know—croissants, raspberry compote, little egg muffins with truffle oil.” “Why?” “Because we’re celebrating, Damon!” She stood, placing the cappuccino down and taking two dramatic st
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