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“In other words: you want to provoke me until I can’t take it anymore.” “Exactly.” “And if I do the same to you?” He laughed, arrogant. “You can try. But I am a millennial incubus. My resistance is… considerable.” That was when the idea came to me. “Then let’s make a bet.” I proposed, crossing my arms. “A game of resistance. Me against you.” “What kind of bet?” “If you manage to keep your human form while I provoke you, you win. And I give you the surprise I prepared.” I made a dramatic pause. “A costume. That I bought at the sex shop.”

“Understood. Total annihilation if provoked.” I reached for the door handle, then paused when I saw Matt burst out through the club’s front entrance like he was being chased by the spotlight and for a second, I thought he might break into a dance number. He high-fived the bouncers, grinning ear to ear like a walking advertisement for poor decisions. A ridiculous sash was slung across his bare chest with ‘Groom-To-Be’ printed in bold gold letters. And as if that wasn’t enough of a spectacle, a glittery plastic crown was seated lopsided on his head.

“It's not.” I batted my lashes, perplexed. “What do you want from me then? Do you harass all your clients like this?” He stepped away from me. “Let's get one thing straight. I am not a call boy, nor a stripper. I am a business man who values his time and takes every interaction seriously.” It was at that moment it finally clicked. Atlas Cade. The billionaire everyone whispered about. The ghost investor. The man whose face never appeared in magazines because he was always behind a mask. He had multi-billion dollar empires and compared to him, my family was just a small fry. I couldn't pay him even if I offered my entire networth.

Chapter 25: The Red Flag Explosion The ballroom of the Grand Hyatt was a shimmering trap of crystal and lies. I moved through the crowd like a ghost in silk, my "Saint" mask firmly in place. To every donor and council member I greeted, I wasn't the girl who had just emptied Abram’s bank accounts. I was the tragic, beautiful captive they all felt guilty for ignoring.

"Miss, you need to come with us." The security guard materialized beside her like a wall of black suited intimidation. Around her, perfectly coiffed women in thousand-dollar gowns turned to stare, their Botoxed faces shifting from mild curiosity to barely concealed delight at witnessing someone else's humiliation. Nothing like a little scandal to spice up another boring charity gala. Sophia's cheeks burned as she set down the champagne flute with trembling fingers. The borrowed Valentino dress a size too small and held together with fashion tape and prayers suddenly felt like a neon sign announcing her as the fraud she was.

One woman, dressed in a Fendi wrap, tilted her head back and cackled. "A Toyota in the VIP lot ?Oh,. I suppose the 'elite' act was just a cover for her bigger mission—trying to play high-society while ordering this poor attendant around like a slave." "I am not acting!" I shrieked, my composure snapping. "I live in the Moretti Estate! My husband is Alec Kensington! We have more money in our offshore accounts than all of you combined! I am rich! Do you hear me? I am RICH!" I sounded like a lunatic, and I knew it. My designer sunglasses were sliding down my nose, and I was clutching the empty flute like a weapon.

I said, shaking terribly from the tip of my hair to those of my feet. “I appreciate one truth though,” he said, “that you have Brian Craig,” he continued. “Let her go,” Brian said, “it's me you want, and you have that,” he dropped his gun, still covering every part of me with his body. “No, Brian,” I replied. “Blair!” Brian yelled back at me. “What is this? Some Hollywood movie?” Master X queried. “I am not in for one of your Romeo and Juliet displays,” he said. He wore a mask, bearing blue x shaped lights on the eyes and green lights, shaped as a triangle at the nose.

Then he looks at me, as if trying to conjure out my thoughts from my eyes and then he pulls his eyes away and looks out into the street “Let’s get out of here, the charity event is in an hour and I need to take you to get dressed” I didn’t say a word as Matteo pulled me out of the corner and straight to the car that was parked at the other side of the street. After I was done getting ready at the beauty salon and slipping into a sleek back Narcisso Rodriguez dress that hugged my ankles and cinched my waist and it was no longer Matteo behind the wheel when I stepped out but a totally different man I hadn’t seen before but he had the look on the mafia and just one his right arm was spade tatt

Kate Nash Sitting on my luxurious leather sofa, with a glass of red wine in my hand, I watched the fiasco that was the launch of Lilian's clothing brand. The images on the TV screen showed flashes of the event, but I knew everything was falling apart. “If this woman thought she could compete with me, she was very mistaken”, I thought, taking a sip from the glass. “There’s no way she’s going to recover from this.”