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Chapter 11 - Do What You Do Best

Camila's POV "Ah, fuck this! Fuck all of it!" The scream tore out of me before I knew it was coming. My arm swept across Ian's desk and sent everything flying, the files, the pens, the silver-framed photograph of his company's first store, and it all hit the floor at once with a crash that rang through the office like glass laughing at me. I stood there with my chest heaving and my hand stinging. I tried to breathe. Ian's last words were still sitting on my ribs like a weight. Fix your mess before it buries me. The door clicked open behind me. For one stupid, hopeful second I thought it was him. I thought he had come back to apologize, to hold me, to say he'd been wrong and that of course I belonged next to him. I spun around with my whole face already opening. It wasn't Ian. It was Victoria. My breath caught. "Victoria? Oh my God, you're back!" I crossed the room in four steps and threw my arms around her. Her body went rigid for a heartbeat, cool and mechanical, like a manneq

Chapter 12 - It's Time To Pay An Old Friend A Visit

Elara's POV The car slowed in front of the main entrance of the New York SM Group, and the morning sun slid across its black body like light on polished obsidian. The engine hadn't even settled before my chauffeur was out and around to my door, opening it with a small bow. "Thank you," I said, and stepped out onto the pavement, my heels clicking sharply against the concrete. Today I wasn't simply walking into a building. I was walking into the next part of my life, and the building was only the door. I smoothed my cream satin blouse where it was tucked into a tailored charcoal skirt that sat high on my waist. A long camel trench hung from my shoulders, unbuttoned, so it moved when I did. I'd chosen black Louboutins with a mirror finish, and every step sent a small bright flash across the pavement ahead of me. My nails were midnight red, and so was my mouth, the exact shade Ian had once banned from my face. He had said it made me look cheap. Then, a little later, in the car on t

Chapter 13 - A Spark Of Chaos

Elara's POV At exactly seven p.m., my car stopped in front of Eleanor Hall, one of the most prestigious venues in New York, a building made of polished marble and crystal chandeliers and a reputation built entirely on appearances. It was the perfect stage for Camila. She had always favored places like this, grand enough to impress and controlled enough to manage, where every guest could be seated and every light could be angled. From the pavement I could already picture the rehearsed tears and the calculated humility, the great performance of innocence she'd been building since the morning. I stepped out into the cool night air. My gown was one of my own designs, never shown to anyone, a deep obsidian silk with a single slit that opened when I walked and closed when I stopped. My hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, soft enough to mislead, deliberate enough to conceal. Across the top half of my face sat a sculpted mask, refined and anonymous. The Spectra Minds publicity team

Chapter 14 - Her Secret Sister

Ian's POV The whiskey burned all the way down, and it still wasn't enough. I put the empty glass on the bar hard enough to make the sound carry. The bartender didn't hesitate. He reached for the bottle at once, which told me he was a smart man, or at least a man who had read the room. "Rough night, sir?" he asked carefully, already pouring. I looked up at him. It wasn't a long look, or a hard one, just enough. He swallowed, pushed the glass across the wood without another word, and found something to polish at the far end of the counter. "Keep it coming," I said, quietly, my own voice sounding far away. "Don't stop until I tell you." I drank, and my eyes drifted to the stage. Camila stood in the spotlight with the cameras eating her alive. Tears glistened on her cheeks, her voice trembled in all the right places, and she held her shoulders like a fallen angel brought back by public mercy. The perfect victim. She knew exactly when to pause and exactly how long, when to let a sile

Chapter 15 - You're Delusional

Camila's POV Morticia stood in front of the restroom mirror touching up her makeup as if she owned the whole damn building. Her long fingers moved over her cheekbone in small, slow circles, working the concealer in with a patience that felt like a personal insult. I stood in the doorway for one second and watched her, and my blood started to burn. The door open so hard it slammed against the wall and rattled the mirrors. The echo cracked off the tile like a warning shot. Rage was filling me up so fast that I half believed the room would catch fire if I stayed in it another second. Two women stood at the sinks, frozen with their lipsticks in the air. "Get out." My voice was perfectly calm, and that was the frightening part. It was the kind of calm that has something underneath it. They didn't ask questions. They grabbed their bags and fled, heels slipping on the floor, and the door swung shut behind them with a hurried bang. The silence they left had weight. Morticia didn'

Chapter 16 - My Brother Has A Crush

Noah's POV Sydney, 7:45 PM "Dammit!" The word was out before I could catch it. On my monitor, my character crumpled to the ground for the fifth time in a row, and Jace's victory animation spun across the screen in bright, mocking colors. I slammed both palms on the desk, not hard enough to break anything, just hard enough to feel it. Five losses. He was never going to let me forget it at school tomorrow. I clenched my jaw and leaned in toward the screen. I was going to win the next round if it killed me, and then my bedroom door creaked open behind me. "Not now, Nanny Mona," I muttered, thumbs still tight on the controller. "I already took my vitamins. I told you." There was a pause. Then a different voice, small and careful. "Actually, it's not Nanny Mona. It's me and Claire." I breathed out through my nose. Of course. The twins only ever came in when they wanted something, and they always timed it for the exact moment I was losing. "What do you want?" I kept my eyes on the s

Chapter 17 - A Promise And A Lie

Ian's POV Victoria's voice crackled through the speaker, bright and thin and far away, like a star too distant to warm anything. "I've been trying to reach Mom all day, but the signal on set is terrible," she said in a rush. "Please tell her I'm sorry I couldn't come tonight. I love her, really I do. I promise I'll visit soon." I breathed out slowly and pressed two fingers to my temple. "Victoria, you've been saying that for three years. Every family dinner lands on me. How exactly do you expect me to face her again?" She sighed, that elegant, rehearsed sigh she kept for interviews and press calls. "Ian, acting isn't a hobby anymore. The new season premieres soon, and tonight's casting rehearsal is crucial. You of all people should understand commitment." Commitment. It was an interesting word to hear from someone so skilled at avoiding it. "Fine," I said curtly. "I'll tell her. But this is the last time I speak for you." I ended the call before she could answer. ***

Chapter 18 - Cowards

Camila's POV The boardroom was so quiet I could hear the air conditioning and the faint ticking of the wall clock. The city stretched out in glass behind us, and nobody looked at it. Not while the sales report glowed on the big screen at the end of the room like a wound that wouldn't close, its charts frozen mid-slide, the proof of everything we'd lost in the last few weeks. I crossed one leg over the other and tapped my fingers against the glass table, slowly, in no particular rhythm. The board had stopped mentioning the transfer after the live broadcast, which told me everything I needed to know about how quickly people forgot what they'd decided when the cameras were kind to you. Nobody in the room would meet my eyes. Good. They should look away. "Walk me through the numbers again," I said, flatly. Laura stood at the head of the room with the remote trembling in her hand, as if she were a soldier who'd been told to read out a sentence. She cleared her throat. "Our fourth-quart

Chapter 19 - Unexpected Guest (Truth or Dare)

Elara's POV Ivy’s heels clicked softly as she approached my desk, stopping a respectful distance away. She carried a sleek black tablet against her chest, posture straight, expression professional. “Everything is prepared, Miss Rhodes,” she said gently. “Just as you instructed.” My fingers continued moving across the keyboard — unhurried, deliberate — the soft rhythm echoing through the room. I didn’t answer immediately. Silence has power. And I know exactly how to use it. I finished typing the last line before lifting my gaze to her.Calm.Measured.Unreadable. “Is it precise?” I asked. “Not close… not approximate… exact.” Ivy nodded once. “Yes, ma’am. Every detail aligns with your specifications. I’ll forward the final address as soon as the other party confirms.” A faint pause. Her eyes flickered with subtle curiosity. But she knew better than to ask. “Good,” I replied, my tone soft — almost soothing. “Proceed discreetly.” “Yes, Miss Rhodes.” She turned to l

Chapter 20 - Drop The Performance

ELARA’S POV“I believe it’s not a crime to be a substitute if someone refuses a dare.”Camilla’s voice slid across the table before her perfume did—thick, expensive, suffocating. She moved toward us with deliberate grace, each click of her heels striking the marble like a countdown. The chandelier light clung to her black dress, the belt cinched perfectly at her waist, her red lipstick sharp enough to cut glass. I hated that I noticed how stunning she looked. I hated even more that she knew it.She stopped beside Ian and lowered herself into the empty chair as if she had always belonged there.“Oh my God… you’re alive,” she breathed, pressing a hand dramatically against her chest as she looked at me. “You have no idea what the news of your death did to me. I mourned you for months.”Nothing irritates me more than a liar wearing red lipstick and calling it grief.“Death?” Quinn’s voice cut in, confused. “Wait… you two know each other?”Camilla’s eyes locked with mine. There it was—the

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