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Bonnie lazily turned over and looked at him. “You look good. The keys are on my bedside. You can take my card.” Adrian smiled then walked over to her bedside grabbing her car keys and bank card. *** That same morning at Helena’s house in Suncity, Helena parked her Land Rover in front of her house after dropping off her two kids at school. Her phone rang as she walked inside her house. She looked at her mother’s number and rolled her eyes. “Hello?” “Helena, I don’t have airtime. Please call me back.”

She was looking at the cigarette. Henrique froze. He, Henrique Ballmer, the most feared, respected, and desired man in the capital, had just lost to: A car. A cigarette. The information hit him like a ton of bricks. In the reports Axel had collected about her—because Axel collected everything—every detail was there: from her last name to her hobbies. And among them... Helena was trying to quit smoking. But the smell... the smoke... the glow of the cigarette between his lips...

“Did you miss me already?” Kenzo didn’t answer. He stepped forward, his movements controlled but tense. His gaze swept over her, taking in the gown, the remnants of her evening. “Who is he?” he demanded. Helena blinked innocently. “Who?” “The man in those photos.” His voice was dangerously low. She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Ah, you mean Lucas Carter? He’s an investor, very charming, very—” Kenzo’s jaw tightened. Helena stepped closer, looking up at him with amusement. “Why? Are you jealous, dear husband?”

I let the glass linger at my lips as I watched the VIP entrance, a small bead curtain with a singular bouncer outside. A fiery redhead walked inside, dressed in a black form-fitting slip dress. The lights bounced off her pale skin and nearly made her glow in the dim lighting. Her freckles painted constellations across her foxy features, and her makeup perfectly accentuated her facial structure. She turned heads as she walked past, and I could plainly read every man’s mind as they ogled her. She was a firecracker, this Helena. She disgusted me.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

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Her red silk robe shimmered under the chandelier light, her blond hair swept into a loose chignon, like she had just come from a champagne bath and a victory. "Helena," she said coolly. "Back already?" Helena removed her coat and tossed it over the nearest armchair with theatrical nonchalance. "Milan was starting to bore me. Fashion Week is just recycled ambition in couture. Besides—" she walked to the bar without waiting for an invitation "—I heard whispers. Our little arrangement is unraveling." Victoria crossed her arms but said nothing. Helena poured herself a generous glass of Syrah. “You told me everything was under control. But Luna Reyes is not dead, not broken, not vanished. She’s s

A command. “Mother.” I didn’t hide the irritation in my voice. “What do you want?” “Such a warm welcome for the woman who gave you life.” Helena Brighton. Seventy-two years old, living in a mansion in Haarlem that I paid for, and still wielding guilt like a weapon of mass destruction. “I’m busy.” “You’re always busy. Too busy for family, apparently.” I walked to my office window, looking out over Amsterdam’s skyline. “Is there a point to this call?”

Helga retorted. Bonita chuckled softly, her gaze shifting to her phone lying on the table. The phone vibrated silently as it received a message from Velica. [You won't believe what I saw, Boo.] [What did you see?] [I just saw Benjamin and Zayna. I wanted to take their picture but lost them because my path was blocked by photographers chasing after all the guests.] [Aren't you at a hotel opening event?] [Yes, and I saw your boyfriend being hugged by Zayna.]

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.