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“It’s been months. I’ve lived under the same roof as him, attended every damn dinner, every event, smiled when I didn’t want to. And still—she’s the one he notices.” Celeste reached out, gently grabbing her wrist. “Then it’s time you change the narrative.” “What do you mean?” “You need to push forward. Publicly. Make everyone see you as the one meant to be beside him.” Seraphina hesitated, then asked, “And how exactly do you propose I do that?” “Host something,” Celeste said confidently. “A private dinner. Invite a few respected families. Make it about him, celebrate his return. But you host it. Present yourself as someone already aligned with him.”

Carissa sighed, warning her, “Don’t run around today. Rest properly.” “Okay,” Harper said with a bright smile. Once Carissa left, Harper finally relaxed. Her body was a little tired, but nothing serious. ‘The real danger of sleep deprivation,’ she thought, ‘was that it wasted far too much foundation.’ A sharp phone ring interrupted her makeup routine. It was Butler Lane. “Miss Reeves,” his voice was calm but firm. “No need to go to the Group today. The Matriarch has returned, and there’s a large banquet tonight. Zane will pick you up in the afternoon, and a stylist will assist with your look.”

The NIGHT STALKER CLUB bleeds with red neon across the sidewalk... bold, blinding letters that feel like a dare. The place is strictly A-list: celebrities, old money, new money, anyone who can buy the air they breathe. My best friend somehow bartends here, and when he texted that they were reopening tonight after last month’s scandal, I knew exactly where I’d spend the final hours before David and I renewed our vows. Tomorrow, I will walk down an aisle in ivory silk and promise my husband forever...again.

"You should be sleeping. Your neck needs rest." "I need to ask you something," I whispered. "Did you know Shannon Miles is making a comeback?" His expression remained neutral, but I caught the slight tightening around his eyes. "Yes." "And you didn't think to mention it?" I tried to keep the accusation from my voice. Dominic sat up, fully awake now. "I didn't realize it would affect you directly." "She's going to be the cover model for Moon magazine's anniversary issue. The same issue Paige wants to shoot." I rubbed my sore neck. "It can't be a coincidence."

And somehow, that feels like its own little happy ending tucked quietly inside ours. As for me, I'm still working in events. Although I've moved up quite a bit since that first chaotic gala. I run my own small team now, specializing in high-profile private events, which is funny considering the kind of event that started this entire mess in the first place. Farida still teases me about it. She reminds me constantly that she basically predicted everything when she first leaned close to me and whispered, "The prince." I hate that she's right. He proposed here.

"I'Il sleep somewhere else tonight so you can have the room to yourself- not that you'll be sleeping- but it would be best if I wasn't there." "So you're going to completely abandon ship?" I asked incredulously. "You caused this!" Adam laid the file down on his desk and folded his hands. "If it makes you feel any better," he said, "I'll be going into Heat as well for the first night. After that, well, then you're really on your own." "How many times does it happen?" I asked, eyes wide. "Almost every full moon until you decide you're ready to get laid," he said, standing up and walking around to lean against the front of his desk.

“They only stopped operations because they could not fund it. They gave me their word that it will continue once they receive adequate funding.” Kane’s eyes grew a little wider. He didn’t know that. With her voice picking up speed, Sophia added. “ I also have a plan. An entire strategy for minimizing damage. A fresh advertising campaign to deal with the controversy. And I have news that will excite you all.” Seeing that she had gotten their attention, she continued. “We just secured a partnership with Prime Properties.” A sharp gasp echoed in the room and then they all broke into smiles, except Kane.

She was back. And she wanted the throne. *** The press went into an uproar. The moment the press release hit the wire, Natalie's name was trending once again. News outlets scrambled to update their headlines: *Natalie Evans Back with Billion-Dollar Startup.* *The former socialite scorned and turned tech genius.* * "Regaining Her Throne: Natalie Evans Overturns Her Image." Developed by Demand Studios. It all occurred in front of Regina's eyes in her Ritz-Carlton suite. She had chosen the location deliberately—a public return in one of the city's most elitist hotels. Elena her assistant, buzzed around the room while her PR team strategized the next step carefully.

His gaze hardened. “I won’t be invisible again.” Tyrone’s phone lit up with a calendar reminder he had personally set: Will.N Inauguration Gala Tonight Below it, a note he didn’t remember typing but recognized instantly: Make her see you.

"The election is coming up, and we can't afford any more negative publicity." Beth slowly replaced her irritation with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Excellent, my dear. Now, let's make sure we're ready for your big announcement. The world is waiting to see the next governor of New York." ****** Kamila strode through the glass doors of the exclusive Starlet Boutique, feeling a bit giddy. The Smithson charity gala was just around the corner, and she needed to look nothing short of exquisite. After all, she was about to be revealed to the world as the Smithson heiress, and she wanted to make a lasting impression.