The Mistress
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Tonight, the script didn’t just change—it was burned.
As Daniel was led down the “perp walk” toward his cell, the flashbulbs of a hundred cameras exploded in unison. Sophie had timed it perfectly. Every major news outlet was there to capture the fall of the Golden Boy. The images were already viral: Daniel, disheveled and snarling, his face a mask of jagged, unhinged fury. He wasn’t the “betrayed husband” anymore; he looked exactly like what he was—a cornered predator.
While Daniel was being fingerprinted, I was in the neutral penthouse, my fingers flying across a laptop that wasn’t connected to any server the High Council could track. It was time for the “Leak.”