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Chapter 128: The Headlines

Auteur: Evve
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-22 20:57:00

The "Fortress" collection was a shield, but even the strongest armor couldn't stop the sound of a thousand voices screaming.

The media storm that had begun with a single, ugly headline in The Daily Mail had metastasized. It was no longer just a story. It was a feeding frenzy.

Aurora sat in the penthouse living room, the curtains drawn against the helicopters that still buzzed overhead like persistent, mechanical wasps. The TV was off—she had banned it after Ethan saw the "royal wedding" segm
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