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Eyes puffy. Mascara smudged. Trying to pretend she wasn’t having the worst day of her life. She sniffed loudly into the camera. “I…I don’t understand why people think they can bully me!” she cried. Thousands of laughing emojis flooded the chat. She wiped her nose with a tissue, smearing makeup everywhere. “I am HAPPY, okay?!” She said it like she was begging the universe to believe her. Someone commented: *”Blink twice if you forced Adrian into the photoshoot.”*

She sounded as if she were getting irritated that I haven’t responded to her yet. My hand instinctively went to my neck, where I was supposed to get my mark. I couldn’t feel anything under my skin, but I didn’t think she was lying. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to need to agree to pretend to be my twin sister. “Speaking of my mark, how are we going to explain to them that I don’t have a mark?” My hand dropped from my neck. “That will be simple enough. Mabel can temporarily clone your mark. It will be as if you never lost your mark. It will only last a month, and it is more than likely your sister will have returned well before then. In the meantime, you just need to act like Misty.”

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

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he said before taking some of the product and then dabbing it on my skin. I just stood there as Tiago covered my hickeys. I could only assume that Arturo gave them to me earlier, but I don't understand why I have to cover it. Tiago leaned back to look at his work before nodding in satisfaction. He closed the container and pulled me back to the room. "As long as that mark is there, you'll have to cover it up. Tell Arturo to not give you any more of those," he said as he placed down the concealer on the bedside table.

And someone had taken her past—the girl who’d once designed out of grief—and was now trying to sell her like a myth. Her phone buzzed. Marco. She answered. “Update?” she asked. “They just sent a request for confirmation,” Marco said. “Your marketing team wants to schedule a teaser campaign. Full push. They think VantaBloom’s been greenlit.” She exhaled. “Approve it.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Let them walk into the fire.” She hung up. And whispered to the window, her reflection looking back at her like a stranger: “You want to impersonate me? Then learn how to burn first.”

Lily takes a step closer to me and cups my chin. " You're a gorgeous, enchanting girl with otherworldly beauty, Apphia. So what if you have a scar and you are different from everyone? It makes you special and stand out, which is something everyone wants now. It's a trend," she smiles and pulls the chair. I return her smile slightly and sit in the chair, facing the mirror. However, my gaze is on my lap; I am not ready to look yet. Lily works on my hair expertly, blow-drying it and adding products to it. She hums as she does.

Jay muttered, leaning back in a chair for a moment. “You have to be more visible. Popularity is part of the mission,” Marco reminded him gently. Jay made a face but didn’t argue. Soon, Chiara returned, a stack of freshly edited magazine mockups in hand. “Look at this. Our team works faster than lightning.” Jay raised his eyebrows. “Wow… this actually looks good.” Chiara winked. “See? I told you. You’re a natural.” Marco leaned closer. “Next photo set… with the man.”

But soon she moans as he soothes her skin, licking it. "Shawnnnnn….", She moans his name out as with a popping sound he takes his finger out of her mouth. He wasn't done with one mark this time and gliding down he marks her more at her shoulder blades, neck line, and lastly at the valley of her cleavage giving a perfect taste of pain and pleasure to her and finally the torture ends. Shawn proudly smirks as like an artist he was satisfied seeing his art of reddish and blues and pinkish and purple marks. Meanwhile, Emma stares at him in astonishment seeing that curvy smile on his face.