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My voice, low like gravelly rasp that barely cuts through the quiet of the car. I open the folder. Under the dim amber reading light, the unredacted debt ledgers look almost beautiful. Page after page of double-booked assets, fraudulent transactions, and hidden liabilities. It is the holy grail of corporate execution. Xavier thought he was a wolf because he built an empire out of nothing, but he forgot the most basic rule of the hunt: the moment you get comfortable, you become prey.

The market responded instantly: confidence soared. Interview Three: The Human-Interest Segment. This was my primary focus. The reporter wanted to know how I felt the author who wrote about the truth, now living a corporate thriller. "The greatest mistake Sebastian made was believing the lie could sustain itself," I told the camera, my voice clear and unwavering. "My book, The Debt, is about the cost of living a lie. The only way to move forward is to face the shame, pay the price, and choose the truth every single day. That is the philosophy Benjamin and I bring to Sterling. We are choosing transparency."

I sat up with my heart racing, my sweaty thin tank top still sticking to my skin, and the fabric so transparent that it showed every one of the curves of my braless breasts. Who would be at the door at such a late hour? I picked up my phone, no alerts, no texts from Mia or anyone. The knocks grew frantic, a slurred voice filtering through the door: "Lila? It's Jax. Please... let me in." Mia's brother. My pulse skipped. I'd harbored a secret crush on him since our teen sleepovers, stealing glances at his broad shoulders and easy grin, but he was off-limits, her family, her protector. Still, drunk and alone outside? I couldn't ignore him.

Try to hurt Summer again, and you'll see what I can do. With that, he walked away with his assistant. Sadie glared at me and snapped. "So what if Carl's just a handsome guy? I don't even like him. "I'm meeting my Peter tonight. Money's better than love, isn't it?" I frowned, trying to warn her. "It's not safe to meet strangers from another school by yourself." Sadie rolled her eyes at me. "You're just jealous and can't stand to see me succeed. "Peter's spent so much on me. He wouldn't hurt me.

Over the next few days, TNN and countless other media went crazy over the Silverman case. William Silverman resigned as the CEO of Silverman Corporation, liquidated his shares and sold the Silverware to an up and coming startup company from Silicon Valley. The name Thomas Silverman became the most searched for words in the search engine and just about everyone had a story to tell about the mysterious murderous twin. Some claimed to have seen him playing in the slums as a child, others swore they had bumped into him at a prestigious boarding school in Europe and yet a few others would say he had been kept locked up in a bunker as a sexual slave to his crazed mother.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

Doesn’t have to be everything. I nodded again. I felt drained. But also… a little lighter. Like something shifted inside. Before I left, Carla handed me a small notebook. “Write everything,” she said. “Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s ugly. Don’t hide it. You don’t have to hide it. No one needs to see it unless you want them to. Just get it out.” She leaned forward a little and said quietly, “What you’ve been through… most people wouldn’t even know how to handle that. But you’re still here, still standing.”

I pleaded, my eyes shinning with tears, my body shaking in fear. “Stop crying, woman and sign the papers!” Landon snapped “But…” “Oh for crying out loud.” Celia spoke, rolling her eyes at me as she walked towards me. She pulled me by my Ponytail causing me to scream. “I don't have time for your delusional denial, sign these papers or I'll pull your hair out.” She said. “Let go of my hair.” I begged, trying to claw her hands out while simultaneously trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

On the front page, a blurred photograph of her stood under the bold headline: “THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO DIDN’T RUN. MYSTERY GROOM STEALS THE DAY.” Olivia’s pulse jumped. “Oh my God.” “It’s already viral,” Sebastian said calmly. “But the good news is, no one has connected you to the company yet. We have time.” She sank into the chair opposite him. “You’re not worried?” “Worry doesn’t help. Action does.” “You sound like a man who’s used to controlling everything.”