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19. Invisible Wounds

Author: Monica Wild
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-10-26 10:08:40

Three days after the Cassel family dinner, the outside world began to tremble with something that smelled rotten. On digital screens, social media, and even leading business websites, the same headlines appeared:

“Damian Cassel’s New Wife Dragged into Past Scandal!”

“Enola Spark—The Heiress Who Dared to Sell the Family Name?”

“Spark Business on the Verge of a Moral Crisis?”

Enola stared at the tablet screen in her hand with a blank expression, but her fingers trembled slightly. She knew Clar
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