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Chapter 7

작가: Ansh Marie Toperz
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The Penthouse War Room

By 2:00 PM, Avery was back at the penthouse. The atmosphere was frantic. Legal briefs were scattered across the marble kitchen island, and three of Vivian’s top PR advisors were shouting over each other.

Vivian stood in the center of the chaos, her hair slightly looser than usual, her jacket off, and her white sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She looked like a general preparing for a siege.

"Enough!" Vivian barked, slamming her hand on the counter. The room went dead silent. "Leave the files. Clear the room. I need twenty minutes alone with my wife."

The advisors scrambled out of the penthouse, leaving the heavy front door to click shut. Vivian let out a long, ragged breath, running a hand over her face. For the first time since Avery had met her, Vivian looked genuinely exhausted.

"Malakai came to my studio today," Avery said quietly, walking over to the island. "He threatened to bankrupt my firm if I don't betray you on air tonight."

Vivian’s head snapped up, her green eyes flashing with instant, volatile rage. "He went to your studio? Did he touch you? Did he—"

"No," Avery interrupted gently, stepping into Vivian's personal space. She reached out, instinctively placing a hand on Vivian’s forearm. "He didn't touch me. But he's right about one thing, Vivian. Tonight is live. There's no script. If we sound like corporate robots, Malakai wins."

Vivian looked down at Avery’s hand on her arm, her breathing slowing down. "He wants to bait us. The anchor, Sterling Hayes, is on Malakai's payroll. He will ask highly invasive questions about our private life to force a slip-up. I've prepared a list of sanitized, legally sound responses..."

"No," Avery said firmly, pulling the printed list of PR answers away from Vivian. "No more scripts, Vivian. No more balance sheets. If we want the world to believe we are in love, we have to stop playing defense."

Vivian blinked, looking lost. "Then what do we do?"

"We tell a version of the truth," Avery said, her voice dropping to a soft, intense whisper. She stepped closer, her chest nearly touching Vivian's. "We tell them that we started as enemies. We tell them that our families forced us together, and that we hated every single second of it at first."

"Avery, that validates the leak—"

"No, it makes us human," Avery countered, her eyes locking onto Vivian's. "We tell them we hated it... until we didn't. We tell them that living together changed everything. We use the friction. We use the truth of how terrified we are of whatever this is between us."

Vivian stared at her, the analytical walls in her eyes completely crumbling. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Avery’s cheek, her thumb tracing her jawline with a heartbreaking gentleness. "You're a terrible strategist, Avery."

"But I'm a great artist," Avery whispered, leaning into the touch. "Trust me tonight, Vivian. Just look at me, and let me handle the narrative."

Vivian's jaw tightened, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through her icy exterior. "Okay. We do it your way."

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  • The Accidental Heart   Chapter 27

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  • The Accidental Heart   Chapter 26

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