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Chapter 61: OLIVE's POVA small, satisfied, absolutely delighted smile that curved her lips like she'd just tasted something sweet.Then it was gone, replaced by a carefully constructed expression of concern, but I'd seen it.I'd fucking seen it.Why was she smiling? What did she have to do with this?Cole was walking toward me now, and the entire crowd parted for him like he was some kind of savior coming to rescue the damsel in distress, his expression perfectly crafted to show concern and confusion, like he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing, like this was just as shocking to him as everyone else.But his eyes—his eyes told a different story entirely.They looked almost satisfied. Almost gleeful. Like this was exactly what he'd been waiting for."Olive," he said, voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, projecting his concern like he was on stage. "What is this? Is this some kind of sick joke?""It's not me," I said, and my voice was shaking so badly I barely recogn

Chapter 63: ZANE's POV"How did that happen?"My voice cut through the room, sharp and controlled, even though every muscle in my body was wound tight enough to snap."Fuck."I grabbed another glass and tossed it toward the water dispenser, my eyes snapping toward the corner of the room where Walter was standing like he was waiting for me to explode."I don't know, but Zane—you can't—you can't believe that video. You really can't because that's not my daughter. My daughter wouldn't do this. She fucking wouldn't."Walter's voice cracked with desperation. He pressed a button and the screen in the room lit up with that same video, and the woman in it looked exactly like her. I was good at spotting edited images, fake videos, and digital manipulation—it was part of my job to see through bullshit.But this was too clean. Too real. Too perfect to be fake at first glance.I watched it again, forcing myself to focus past the rage building in my chest, looking for the smallest error, the tinies

Chapter 65: ZANE's POVI took a deep breath, head tilting back to stare at the bright moon hanging in the sky.For a second, I let myself enjoy the beauty of it. The way the cold air smacked against my skin. The cool vapor escaping my nostrils with each exhale.Then I started walking toward her apartment building.I could see the light in her penthouse already on, glowing through the windows.The door opened the second I knocked, and Nikolai stood there, staring at me for a moment before finally stepping aside to let me in."Where is she?" I asked, walking past him, my eyes scanning the space before landing on her back in the kitchen."Making coffee for me," Nikolai said, and when I turned to look at him, I could see the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth."What's the problem, Nikolai?"He turned to face me fully, that knowing look in his eyes that always meant he had something to say."You

Chapter 67: ZANE's POV"We could go even more feral," I said, pulling her toward me until her head rested against my chest, her soft hair fanning across my skin like silk, the intoxicating scent of her filling my lungs with every breath."You're something else, you know that?" she murmured, her voice soft and completely exhausted, satisfied in a way that made my chest swell with possessive pride.I smiled slightly, my hand sliding through her hair slowly, feeling how impossibly soft it was between my fingers, memorizing the texture."And you love it."I whispered it directly into her ear and she laughed, the sound vibrating beautifully against my chest, warming something deep inside me I didn't know could still feel warmth.Then her voice changed—became smaller, vulnerable, afraid. "What happens tomorrow? I'm so scared of opening the internet. Their negative words, everything they're saying about me. I'm so

Chapter 69: OLIVE's POVMy car made a loud screech as I pulled into the Hopkins Company parking lot, tires protesting against the asphalt as I took the turn too fast, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had gone white.I took a sharp breath, trying to steady the panic clawing at my chest, and grabbed my sunglasses from the passenger seat—oversized, dark, the kind celebrities wore when they were trying to hide from paparazzi.I stepped out of the car, ignoring the immediate stares from people in the parking lot. A woman getting out of her BMW. Two men in suits smoking by the entrance. A security guard whose eyes widened the second he recognized me.I could practically hear their thoughts—‘There she is. The girl from the video. The one who tried to con Zane Mercer.’Except I hadn't. But they didn't know that.The second I stepped through the glass doors into the Hopkins Company lobby, every single pair of eyes turned to look at me.The receptionist's mouth fell ope