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011.

KARA.Life was finally returning to normal. The way it should have been all along. I smiled at my reflection while my makeup artist adjusted the final details of my look.Cream silk dress, diamond earrings, and perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect lighting. Everything looked exactly how I imagined it would.For years, people compared me to Milly.The sweet sister. The responsible sister. The wife. The favorite. Now look at her.Crying over divorce papers while I sat inside a luxury penthouse preparing for interviews and photoshoots.I picked up my phone and opened social media again.A satisfied smile spread across my face.ENGAGEMENT RUMORS SURROUND ISAAC BROOKE AND KARA WHITMOREINSIDERS CLAIM WEDDING COULD HAPPEN SOONFinally, Exactly what I wanted.Recognition and Validation. Proof that I had won.My assistant approached carefully.“Your interview starts in thirty minutes.”“Good.”I continued scrolling. The smile remained on my face for exactly three more seconds.Then it disappe

012.

MILLYBy the time I stepped out of the taxi, I was already regretting this. The Laurent Global headquarters rose above downtown Washington like a monument to power.Glass, steel and MONEY!The kind of money that never worried about consequences. I stood on the sidewalk clutching my handbag tighter while employees streamed through the revolving doors.Every person entering the building looked like they belonged there.Tailored suits.Perfect posture.Confident strides.Meanwhile, I was standing outside wondering how my life had spiraled from saving my marriage to discussing a contract marriage with a billionaire.The thought almost made me laugh.Almost.The lobby doors slid open automatically.The second I stepped inside, my confidence disappeared.Marble floors stretched endlessly beneath crystal lighting.Massive digital screens displayed stock prices, acquisitions, and international projects. Employees moved with quiet efficiency.Nobody lingered. Nobody gossiped. Nobody looked los

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DECLANFor a moment, she just stared at me. The city stretched behind her through the glass walls. Washington glittered beneath us.But Milly Whitmore wasn’t looking at the view anymore. She was starring at me.Like she wasn’t entirely sure whether I’d just made a promise or a threat.Most people never questioned which one it was. They simply assumed. Fear had a way of making assumptions for them.Milly folded her arms slightly. A defensive gesture. One I’d noticed several times already.“And what exactly does that mean?”Her voice came out quieter than before. I held her gaze.“It means people like Isaac Brooke only understand power.”She didn’t answer. The silence stretched between us.Not comfortable either uncomfortable. Something in between. Something neither of us seemed interested in naming. Then Adrian knocked on the conference room door.The interruption broke whatever had settled between us.“Your six o’clock meeting is waiting.”I glanced at my watch.Dinner!Richard Laure

014.

MILLY“I’m going to need you to stop looking at price tags.”I looked up from the dress in my hands.Then I looked back at the price tag.Then I immediately wished I hadn’t.“Oh my God.”Nancy snatched the dress away before I could have a heart attack.“For the love of all things holy, stop doing that.”“Nancy, this dress costs more than my first car.”“Good.”“That isn’t good.”“It is when you’re dating a billionaire.”“I’m not dating him.”Nancy rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might injure herself. Three sales associates pretended not to listen. Failed miserably.“You’re entering a contract marriage with Declan Laurent.”“Maybe.”“You’re carrying his black card.”I glanced down at the sleek black card currently sitting inside my handbag. The thing felt dangerous. Like it should come with a government warning.Declan had handed it to me that morning with the same casual energy most people used when lending someone a pen.You’ll need it. That had been it. No dramatic speech. No

015.

MILLYThe engagement announcement was everywhere.By morning, it had spread across every gossip blog, social media account, and news outlet in Washington.I stopped reading after the twentieth headline. There were only so many ways strangers could celebrate your replacement before it became repetitive.Nancy sat across from me on the couch, scrolling through her phone with growing irritation.“Oh, I hate these people.”“Which ones?”“All of them.”I snorted despite myself. My phone buzzed again.Mom.For the third time. I already knew what she wanted before answering.“Hello?”“Milly.”Her voice carried that familiar warning tone. The one she used whenever appearances mattered more than feelings.“You need to stay quiet.”I closed my eyes.“Good morning to you too.”“This situation is already embarrassing enough.”Of course.Not Are you okay?Not How are you handling this?Embarrassing. Always embarrassing.“I am getting divorced from my husband and he’s engaged to my sister less than

016.

ISAACFor a moment, I genuinely thought I’d heard her wrong. The dining room had gone completely silent. My future mother-in-law looked stunned.Mr Whitmore looked like he’d forgotten how to blink. Even Kara’s smug smile had finally disappeared. But none of them mattered.I was staring at Milly.At my wife.My wife oh!Sitting calmly at the other end of the table after casually announcing she was marrying Declan Laurent.No.Absolutely not. It had to be a bluff. A desperate attempt to save face. A revenge move.Or something… Because there was no universe where Declan Laurent looked at Milly and decided to marry her. The thought should have reassured me.Instead, it made my stomach tighten. Milly met my gaze without flinching. That irritated me immediately. A month ago she would’ve looked away first.Now she just sat there.Calm and steady. Like she knew something I didn’t.Bullshit.Kara recovered first. A sharp laugh escaped her.“That’s funny.”Nobody joined in. The laugh died qui

017.

DECLANThe moment I stepped through the Whitmore mansion’s front door, the house went quiet.Not the comfortable kind of silence, it was the other kind. The kind that happened when people suddenly became aware of power walking into a room. I was accustomed to it.The butler took my coat immediately.“Mr. Laurent.”I gave a brief nod.“Thank you.”The older man practically looked relieved when I spoke.Fear was rarely subtle. Voices drifted from the dining room ahead. Then stopped completely.Every conversation is cut off at once.I walked toward the room.Slowly and unhurried. The worst mistake powerful people made was rushing. The moment I entered, six pairs of eyes turned toward me.Mr Whitmore looked startled. His wife looked nervous. Kara Whitmore looked delighted. Isaac Brooke looked furious.And Milly…Milly looked surprised. A genuine surprise.For some reason, I found that preferable to the tears I’d seen in the nightclub parking lot.“Mr. Laurent.”Mr Whitmore was already st

018.

MILLYThe entire drive was quiet.Not awkward. Not comfortable either. Just… quiet.The kind of silence that settled after a storm.Washington’s city lights blurred past the tinted windows while the car moved smoothly through the night.I sat beside Declan in the backseat, staring out at the streets.My parents’ house was already miles away.So was Isaac.Kara.That dinner.Everything.Yet somehow my chest still felt heavy.I glanced toward Declan.He sat exactly the way he always seemed to sit.Relaxed.Composed.Perfectly in control.As if he’d walked into hostile territory, humiliated my ex-husband, collected me, and left without breaking a sweat.The memory made my stomach flutter unexpectedly. I looked away immediately.Dangerous, very dangerous After several minutes, I finally broke the silence.“Why did you do that?”His gaze shifted from the window.“Do what?”“You know what.”A pause.“No.”Liar.I folded my arms.“The dinner.”His expression remained unreadable.“You defend

019.

MILLYThe internet lost its mind again. By the time I woke up the next morning, #DeclanAndMilly was trending.Unfortunately, so was #IsaacBrooke.And #KaraWhitmore.And several other hashtags I absolutely refused to click on.I sat at the massive kitchen island inside Declan’s penthouse, staring at my phone while coffee cooled in front of me.The headlines were relentless.WASHINGTON’S MOST ELIGIBLE BILLIONAIRE TO MARRY RECENTLY DIVORCED SOCIALITEDECLAN LAURENT’S MYSTERY BRIDE REVEALEDLOVE OR REVENGE? INSIDE WASHINGTON’S MOST SHOCKING ENGAGEMENTI groaned.Across from me, Nancy looked delighted.“This is the best week of my life.”I dropped my phone.“Nancy.”“What?”“People are dissecting my existence.”She grabbed a croissant.“And?”“And that’s horrifying.”“No.”She took a bite.“It’s entertaining.”I stared at her.She smiled.“Besides, after everything they’ve done to you, watching them panic is incredibly therapeutic.”I hated that she had a point.A small one.Very small.T

020.

MILLYThe ballroom went silent. Not quiet but silent.The kind of silence that felt alive. Hundreds of eyes fixed on me. Cameras pointed directly at my face. Microphones hovered expectantly.The reporter didn’t look away. Neither did I. Beside me, Declan stood perfectly still.He didn’t interrupt.Didn’t rescue me.Didn’t step in.For some reason, I appreciated that.Because for the first time in a very long time, I wanted to answer for myself. The reporter repeated gently.“Do you still love your ex-husband, Isaac Brooke?”The question hung in the air.Sharp.Unavoidable.Painful.Weeks ago, it would’ve destroyed me.Tonight, it simply made me sad. I took a slow breath.Then smiled.Not because I was happy. Because I was finally honest.“I think love is a beautiful thing.”The room became even quieter.If that was possible.The reporter blinked.Clearly expecting something more dramatic.I continued anyway.“But I don’t think love should require humiliation.”A flash exploded from so

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