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No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

“Watch it.” For the sake of my life, I stayed silent. He took a step back as fast as he approached. His hands tucked into his pockets, and once again, he looked like the cold statue that can’t be shaken. “Your things”—he said things, guys—”will be delivered to your room.” Stay silent. Stay silent. Smile. Stay silent. Shit, the mantra isn’t working anymore. “Tampon.” I whisper-yelled. Alessandro’s back stiffened.

Hashtags trending: #NovaIsOver #TeamDarren #CancelNovaBlack. Brands were scrubbing their websites of my endorsements. Streaming services were burying my albums. Radio stations were issuing statements about their commitment to family values, as if playing my songs would somehow corrupt their listeners. I watched my Spotify monthly listeners drop in real-time. Five million. Four million. Three.

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"Come on, don't play the good guy here. This is all for Theo's sake—so he can have a whole, proper family. You've heard the saying, right? A starving dog always comes back." Julliard said nothing. His gaze dropped. The light in his eyes dimmed to a low, haunted flicker. … "What?!" Wendy's face twisted the moment she answered the call. "Why are you shutting down our account? We haven't violated any platform rules—neither our videos nor our livestreams!" She, Sharon, and Xavier had just sat down to eat when the call came in. "Uh… well, the system detected some unusual activity—abnormal follower growth—so we're suspending the account for now…"

“Then Velour House. They’ve removed your collection from distribution.” Another sheet. “Aureline Wellness cancelled the ambassador program.” Another. “Maison Elix ended the fragrance collaboration.” Her voice grew quieter. “And CrestWave Media withdrew funding for the speaking tour.” Five names. Five pillars of the life I had built. They did not fall with noise. They disappeared like lights going out one by one. I watched her lips move, but the words blurred into a distant echo. My ears rang softly, like pressure building underwater. “If we contest the termination,” she continued, “they’re prepared to pursue legal action. Breach of morality clauses. Damages. But they said they would waive co

Marco asked, already typing. “Press inbox autoreply: We will not comment beyond our statement.” I exhaled, my old life briefly aligning with this one like two transparencies held to the light. “But don’t ignore all of them. Track which outlets reach out. Quality matters later.” Marco’s screen pinged with a new stack of numbers. He swore under his breath. “Membership cancellations just spiked. Thirty in the last hour.” The room dropped a degree. Thirty wasn’t the sky falling, but it was how skyfall starts. Not with a slam— with steady rain.

_ 61 BPM. _Silence._ Not the silence from before. Not court silence. Not 11 seconds silence. Just… quiet. “News,” Susan said. From stove. Pancakes. Not donuts. “Tuesday news. We do news on Tuesday now. Because we can.” She put phone on counter. Speaker. _Channel 7._ Not 4. 4 is gone. Sued. Levinson’s freebie. Settled. Off air.

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MONICA. Panic sets in. Who the hell is this subscriber acting like some sort of master? I want to pause the stream and just confront him for saying weird things like that, but the other chats are popping up and drowning the message. “Cum show now!” they’re all demanding, and I have no choice but to give in.