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He held me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What time will Marina arrive?” I took my phone from the nightstand. “She’ll be here by 2 pm.” He nodded and we lay back in bed. “Primo, when Marina is here, can we refrain from doing anything sexual?” He raised his eyebrow. “Why?” I shrugged. “It’s just; I don’t want my sister to see what we do when we’re alone.” Primo had this weird grin on his face. “Okay.” I sat up and looked at him. “You’re okay with my request?” He nodded. I had a bad feeling about this. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.” He smiled. “Much better.” What is going on in his head? I went back to bed and we cuddled.

At this point he didn't care whose idea it was all he wanted was to be over with all this because it is already draining him more than it should. And most importantly avoid the wrath of his father which he has managed to escape from all these years. Nathan blinked. “A… gala?” “A charity event. High profile. Media access. Black tie. I want it executed in seventy-two hours.” Nathan swallowed. “That’s tight. But doable. Who’s the face of it?” George didn’t hesitate. “Luna.” Nathan’s eyebrows rose, but he said nothing. “Make sure she’s briefed,” George added. “And protected. I want full PR control. I want silence from Emily’s side the moment Luna steps on that red carpet, contacting every press

Then went to bed, holding each other close. The next morning, I woke with renewed determination. Marcus would rest. Elena would care for him. Kyle would lead the pack. And I would support my mate. My Luna Counsel Initiative kept me busy. We'd expanded to five states now. Seventeen therapists on staff. Hundreds of clients served monthly. The work was exhausting and fulfilling. Rebecca called that afternoon. "The premiere date is confirmed. July fifteenth. Red carpet. Press coverage. The whole production." "That's in three months."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Georgia continued, flipping through neatly organized pages. “First, there’s a private screening event hosted by the Vescari Foundation two weeks from now as a welcome to you, since Valentina is one of their top ambassadors. It’s themed around rebuilding trust in healthcare. They’ve placed your name under honorary patrons.” She turned the page. “Then, a women’s leadership summit in Milan. You’ve been listed as a keynote possibility, but they’re waiting for confirmation. Panel discussion on resilience,moderated by someone from Vera Italia Weekly.”

In its place was the lethal, predatory poise of a PR Queen who had seen the bottom of the abyss and climbed back out. "Jake, tell the media that in three minutes, Phoenix PR will release a video titled 'The High-Society Human Trafficking Records.' If Luna wants to perform in the clouds, I’ll make sure she falls straight into hell during her own broadcast." She strode out of the smoking lab, her heels clicking rhythmically against the concrete toward the sunlight at the end of the corridor. "I didn't come back from the dead to settle debts," she whispered to the empty hallway. "I came back to burn the ledger."

What the fuck Nina… you are anything but this obedient. He studied me for a second longer, then gave a curt nod of approval. “Good. You’ll make a public appearance in two days. The press will be told you returned from rehabilitation abroad. We’ll finalize your engagement arrangements afterward.” “Engagement… arrangements,” I echoed weakly. He ignored me, turning toward his wife. “Get her settled. And make sure the doctor checks her properly this time. I don’t want another scandal.” “Yes, dear,” Madam Hale murmured, gently taking my arm.

“We’ll pull everything. Team is already on it.” “Good.” I sit back. “Report to me personally within twenty-four hours. No delays, no filters.” There is no bravado in Jonah’s nod. It’s the quick movement of someone who just felt a net drop behind him. I shift, closing that groove. “We’ll come back to this. It will be handled. Let’s move to the upcoming event.” Lydia straightens in her seat. “The Renaissance Night, sir. It’s next week. A minimal natural theme — the entire décor will be floral-based.”

"A lot of our shareholders and Business partners would be present, and I can assure you, we will raise enough for those poor kids." "And I have to be there. Why?" She looked at me like she expected more. I couldn't find it in me to care. "Sir, you have to be there because you are now the acting head of PRIDES. It's for a great cause and also another avenue for the public to recognize you." Also, another avenue for the public to recognize you. Those who sent that letter must have found me when I took over PRIDES, which meant my plan was working. No doubt, this was a better chance to do the same. "Sure, put it on my schedule."

I looked at him and he nodded. "Wonderful. Paul?" I said and smiled. Although I didn't ask, I was sure he got every command, that was power. "Understood, Ma'am," The Manager replied, bowing slightly. "Alright then. I had an,... eventful evening. Gentlemen? Ladies?" I said to the audience that never stopped watching before leaving the restaurant. This was going to make the news tomorrow. "Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single."