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Chapter 61: Headlines news

作者: Monica moon
last update publish date: 2026-08-03 19:13:10

Steve was already sitting up, scrolling through alerts. Multiple news outlets had dropped coordinated stories simultaneously. Sharper versions of Mark’s leaks, mixed with new photos, dominated every platform.

Ken grabbed his own device. The top headline on a major site read: *Vanderbilt Heir’s Secret Romance Exposed: Exclusive Photos Reveal Hidden Relationship. Below was a gallery of images on the rooftop terrace, the boat cove, leaving the private club. Clearer shots showed Steve’s hand at Ke
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