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CHAPTER 56

Author: Ehimen isabella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-04 23:31:01

The light in Paris always felt too honest in the mornings.

Ximena blinked into it as her phone buzzed for the sixth time in under a minute. She hadn’t made it to the bed the night before—her violet gown was still half-draped over her legs, her hair undone, and her mind somewhere between satisfaction and caution.

The gala had done exactly what she needed it to.

But nothing came without cost.

She pulled herself up slowly from the edge of the couch and reached for her phone. Dozens of alerts. Headlines.

**“Designer Turns Tables on Billionaire Tech Mogul”**

**“Ximena Antonio Breaks Silence—Literally”**

**“Summit Ends in Scandal as Cortez Exposed for Sabotage”**

Her thumb hesitated over Marco’s name before answering.

“I’m already awake,” she said.

“You’re also already global,” Marco replied. “They’re calling it the speech that rewrote the summit.”

“Good.”

“But I didn’t call to congratulate you.”

Her spine straightened. “What is it?”

He hesitated—never a good sign.

“I ran down the data lice
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