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The Midnight Negotiation
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06.05.2026 18:11:01
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The glow from the tablet screen was the only thing lighting up Diane’s face in the dimness of her private dressing room. She watched the clip one more time. It was perfect. Sarah’s camera angle made Sophia look like a rabid animal, all flailing limbs and screeching mouth, while Diane looked like she was carved out of ice. A victim? No. She looked like a saint who had accidentally stepped in something unpleasant.She didn't send it to the tabloids directly. That would be too messy, too obvious. Instead, it "slipped" into the group chat of a few prominent Monaco socialites through an anonymous burner. By the time the sun hit the yachts in the harbor the next morning, the video had migrated to every gossip blog from London to Dubai. The comments were a bloodbath. *“Unstable.” “Cocaine eyes.” “The poor future Mrs. Voss.”* Sophia’s social standing didn't just drop. It evaporated. Diane stood by the window, a chilled glass of vintage champagne in her hand. The bubbles were tiny, rising i
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Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy The Midnight Negotiation
The clock in the hallway chimed two in the morning. A lonely, heavy sound that seemed to get swallowed by the thick carpets of the villa. Diane didn't feel tired. Her skin felt electric, buzzing with the fallout from the boardroom. It was a strange high, knowing you’d just ruined three men’s appetites with a few sentences.She looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She’d changed into a nightgown of heavy, charcoal silk. It felt like liquid against her skin. Cold, then warm. She looked... expensive. Not just the clothes, but the way she held her shoulders. The softness was gone.She knew where he’d be. Damien didn’t do rest when there was blood in the water.Diane walked down the corridor, her bare feet silent on the floor. The light from the study leaked out under the heavy oak doors, a thin, gold sliver cutting through the dark. She paused. Just for a second. She smoothed the silk over her hips and took a breath.She pushed the door open without knocking.The room smelled like old
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