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He said, his cold gaze stared at her. “But three kids!! I don’t agree, make this debatable,” She stubbornly said, more people gathered around them clicking pictures. “Fine! Continue,” He said and Mishka gave a pleading look before continuing with her punishment again. “You will ask Warren to take back all the copies of your book ‘the antagonist of my life’ off the market.” And Mishka stopped to glare at him while holding her ears. “But he would suffer a great loss!” She said. “Don’t interrupt me when I am talking,” Christian cut her off, and she pressed her lips in a straight line. “Promise me, you will write a book on us again with all the actual facts and clear my name.”

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The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

But the numbers kept climbing. A few days later, I posted a video of myself talking through my five favorite books of the year, my hands shaking the entire time because I had never actually shown my face on the account before. I expected insults, but the response that came in was overwhelming. Comments flooded in about my confidence, my honesty, the way I broke down stories without pretension or performance. A message came through from a small publishing house a few days after that, asking if I would be interested in reviewing advance copies before their release dates.

“I am a lawyer for Crownbridge Holdings. I stand for trust. The book must go under escrow unless you agree now.” The word trust hit like ice. Adrian’s face twisted. His voice broke. “You. You are the reason my life was ruined.” Aiko only bowed her head, calm and cold. “I am here for rights.” The house turned into a court. Nia pushed. Laurent pressed. Gabriel whispered warnings. Aiko smiled like a shark. I forced my voice steady. “The book does not move unless me and Nia open it. Here. Now. With cameras.” They looked at each other, then nodded. Cameras lit up. Phones ready. The book sat on the table like a beast.

I rest my chin on his chest. And just the way I say it, it happens. In less than four weeks, Confessions of an Unashamed Woman becomes a bestseller in feminist and religious circles. The school management finally put me back in the ambassadorial elections that, at this point, I'm not even sure I still want to be a part of. I haven't reached out to anyone else from home. Ryan's business has been on the progressive side, and tonight we are celebrating the milestone achievement of my book at the Rosa Del Mid-year Awards.

“Contrary to what some have claimed, I have never sought to harm anyone. I have acted in good faith to protect the company, to maintain stability, and to support those who were misled. Unfortunately, there have been individuals who sought to manipulate Mr. Blackwood, to exploit the situation for personal gain, and to create chaos where none should exist.” Her gaze flicked ever so slightly toward the camera, and I could see it aimed at me. “I speak specifically of Ms. Amara Ibe. She has spread false narratives, claimed sympathy where none was due, and attempted to control the narrative for her own benefit. She has misrepresented events, misled the public, and tried to manipulate the emotions

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

“That’s not true.” “I know,” she said, guilt heavy in her voice. “But they don’t care. The narrative sells.” Back inside, Amara’s phone vibrated again notifications stacking endlessly. Hashtags. Comments. Photos of her standing near Liam. #TheExReturns #AmaraAndLiamAgain? #SilenceAndScandal Each one dug into her skin like splinters. She put her phone face down. But the damage was already done the noise was louder than truth, louder than her art.

“I didn’t argue. I let her walk away.” “Did you say anything she could’ve twisted?” “I said she had raw talent. But she needed to find her own voice. She thought I was being condescending.” I swallowed. “Maybe I was.” He reached across the island and took my hand. “Layla. This isn’t your fault.” I didn’t answer. My phone buzzed again. The article had already racked up 18,000 shares. A hashtag was climbing the charts. #AmaraExposed I scrolled.