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Chapter Forty-Nine : Commentary

Author: Nathy Fiverr
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Natalie didn't know why she turned on the entertainment gossip channel that morning. She had woken up quite late, had her bath and was settling into her carefully laid out breakfast.

She opened her phone and decided to scroll through some industry gossip. What she didn't expect to see was her name being mentioned as the top trending topic on instagram.

she read the blog post.

“The Perfume Queen’s Isn’t What She Seems…” 💋

> Funny how everyone is obsessed with this so-called Rebecca, the mysterious mask-wearing perfume maker.

But has anyone asked why she hides her face? What’s she covering up—scars, shame, or a double life? 👀

Word is, she’s not who she pretends to be. Some of us know she’s connected to the some family drama. In fact… rumors say she’s the wife of a certain powerful man, playing the “mystery entrepreneur” card just to boost her image.

Imagine that—living off his name while pretending she built her empire alone.

Don’t be fooled. Perfume might cover the smell of scand
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  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty-Nine : Commentary

    Natalie didn't know why she turned on the entertainment gossip channel that morning. She had woken up quite late, had her bath and was settling into her carefully laid out breakfast. She opened her phone and decided to scroll through some industry gossip. What she didn't expect to see was her name being mentioned as the top trending topic on instagram. she read the blog post. “The Perfume Queen’s Isn’t What She Seems…” 💋> Funny how everyone is obsessed with this so-called Rebecca, the mysterious mask-wearing perfume maker.But has anyone asked why she hides her face? What’s she covering up—scars, shame, or a double life? 👀Word is, she’s not who she pretends to be. Some of us know she’s connected to the some family drama. In fact… rumors say she’s the wife of a certain powerful man, playing the “mystery entrepreneur” card just to boost her image.Imagine that—living off his name while pretending she built her empire alone.Don’t be fooled. Perfume might cover the smell of scand

  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty-eight : Plotting

    Elsewhere, in the shade of a marble pavilion, Leila sat with her friends, her laughter sharp and cruel. Their glasses clinked as they whispered about Natalie. "your brother's wife doesn't frequent here anymore, we haven't seen her since the last time?" Camille said sipping her drink. Leila scoffed. "A lot happened since the last time. Lorenzo moved her to make peace." "oh, I see" Camille said but she didn't really see at all. She knew Leila was trouble and Lorenzo had probably moved his wife for her sake not for his sister's. "I don't wanna talk about her, she annoys my spirit." Leila.said. “I swear, she thinks she’s clever, see the way she acted the last time. "one girl sneered. Leila narrowed her eyes. “Clever? She hides behind that ridiculous mask, calling herself Rebecca. Perfume-maker? Please. It’s Natalie. I’d bet everything on it.” Gasps and murmurs rippled. "You should not make claims like that," Camille said with a low voice. Leila gave her a look. "si

  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty - Seven : Dirty

    The studio plunged into semi-darkness, shadows swallowing corners. The neon ring light above the set flickered once before Anita yanked its cord. Adrien cursed under his breath, fumbling toward the door, but Fiona’s voice cracked like a whip. “Don't move, This stuff is getting weirder with every passing second." Natalie’s lungs worked in shallow bursts. Every nerve screamed to run, but Fiona’s grip anchored her to the chair. The phone lay on the couch, black screen reflecting the glow of the emergency exit sign. Silent now, but poisonous as a coiled snake. Anita shoved the bolt across the main door and whispered, “If they’re outside, Fi, we’re boxed in.” The workers started panicking. Fiona shot them a look. They reduced their voices instantly, limiting it to whispers. “Then we keep them out,” Fiona snapped. she turned to the workers. "And I think you all are more useful elsewhere than here. Take a break," Her eyes never left Natalie. “Look at me, Nat. Breathe. Whoever sent tha

  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty-six : What's Going on?

    Fiona’s jaw was tight. “Send it to him. If this is in anyway connected to Lorenzo, if this was on his ground, then he needs to see what someone is feeding you. Otherwise, they get to control the story. Everything you're trying to build might just come crashing down on you." Anita leaned against the table, arms crossed, her expression caught between fear and fury. “Fi’s right. Whoever’s playing this game wants Natalie cornered and doubting everyone. If we loop Lorenzo in, at least we’ll see if he flinches. Then maybe, just maybe I can make sense of what is going on here." “But what if he thinks it’s me?” Natalie’s voice cracked. “What if he decides I’ve been hiding something all along? You know what he’s capable of. And I still don't remember what happened the night his brother died." Silence filled the room, heavy as wet stone. Fiona finally crouched in front of her, forcing Natalie to meet her eyes. “Listen to me. This isn’t about blame anymore. It’s about survival. Right now,

  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty five : Memories from the past

    Midafternoon, a courier in a neat cap tapped at the studio door. “Delivery for Rebecca,” he said, polite and bored. Fiona signed, suspicious on principle, and set the long white box on the table. Inside, nestled in tissue, lay a bouquet of white lilies and midnight roses. It was indulgent and ominous at the same time. There was no card. "who could this be from? " Fiona asked. Natalie shrugged. "A fan? " she suggested. Fiona scoffed. Natalie leaned in and the scent rose, cool and heavy. Lilies—sweet, almost funerary. Roses, cut before their full bloom, that peppery green of stems. Underneath, a thread of something else… metallic, like rain on iron. Her stomach flipped. The room blurred. A sound—not sound—memory, perhaps: the crackle of tires on gravel. A laugh behind her shoulder not meant for her. A white cuff speckled dark. A ring—gold, carved with a griffin—spinning where it fell, the world holding its breath to listen. She was remembering. was it... That night? “Natal

  • The Devil Who Bought Me    Chapter Forty-four : Defying the Threats

    The views on Natalie’s first video were massive. With the competition already approaching, everybody’s attention was fixed on it. Thanks to Fiona’s marketing skills, enough mystery and suspense had been created around her. Everyone wanted to know who Rebecca was—the girl with the mask who made perfumes. “We’re going at a hundred and ten thousand views already,” Fiona said excitedly, waving her phone like it was proof of some kind of miracle. Natalie smiled happily. “It really worked, Fi. You’re the best, I swear it,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “Well,” Fiona flicked her hair dramatically, “I’m the best at what I do for a reason.” Natalie laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally for the first time in days. For once, the looming presence of Lorenzo, the shadows of Marco, and even her own fears about being discovered seemed far away. But Fiona wasn’t done. She leaned forward across the little café table they’d claimed that morning, her eyes shining. “You know wh

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