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Quickly I right the sheet to cover my naked body. "Mom!" Max barks, grabbing a pillow to cover himself with. "Macy is having a disaster with her dress so I need to get going. Don't forget this weekend everyone is heading to the resort," she informs, acting as if Max and me aren't completely naked. "Macy reserved you and your plus one," her eyes land on me and I swallow, "a cabin for the week." "A week?" I ask, a little surprised. I thought this was a wedding day, not a getaway.

"The company always throw a banquet when a program is sold. Zion Palm was sold three days ago, so, the banquet is for it." "When is it?" "Saturday." Olivia nodded, "three days more." "Yes. How is your mom?" "She is good. She is back home now." "That's great" Kane sighed "you will attend the banquet won't you?" "Of course, what will I be doing at home on a Saturday night?" She rolled her eyes, "besides, I already have dates" she winked. "My parents and Carol will be there, know how you play." "Oh come on, you have been engaged to Priscilla since childhood, tell me, did you lose your virginity to her?" She raised an eyebrow.

“Look at the outlets running this. Titan Media. Capital Entertainment. All the Sinclair competitors.” Jade nodded. “Exactly. It’s not organic. Her PR spend should be peanuts compared to what they’re pumping out.” Celeste sank deeper into the blanket. “So she’s a pawn.” “Or a willing one,” Damien said, his tone grim. “Either way, they want a new face to push the old one off the stage. One they can own.” Jade dropped her tablet on the table with a soft thud. “I knew this would come someday. They can’t kill you, so they copy you. Easier to erase a brand than a person.”

“I have sent you a hundred messages. Why have you not been online since?” “It’s barely dawn yet.” Prim groaned in exhaustion. “Internet gossip can wait till my body is fully awake.” ‘Not this one. Do you know Joan Amaro?” Prim was immediately attentive, but she casually said. “I do not live under the rocks, how could I not know an A-list actress?” “So you don’t know her personally?” Sol said, then Prim heard talk in the background. “I just got to the office. Check the links I sent you. There is a rumor that she and your husband have been seen about lately. The article calls it Rekindling Flame.”

“Wake up Luna! Wake up! It’s your birthday! Happy Birthday!” Salvatore and Marina were jumping on my bed. I covered my face with my pillow. I don’t want to wake up because if I do then the engagement party will really happen and I really have to marry Primo. I don’t even know the guy, let alone marry him. I haven’t even seen his face and I won’t bother looking it up on the internet. I guess we’ll just have to see each other later.

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.