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He walked into his study with the phone in hand, opened his laptop, and quickly navigated to the chaos on Naomi’s social media. Heh. He’d overestimated Kael. Resorting to such underhanded tactics? “We’re flying back tomorrow night. Schedule a press conference for the day after at noon. Start building buzz about it now. And post it on the official social media of Knox Group. I want everyone to know Naomi is my wife. Got it?” Paulina paused, then responded quickly, “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.” “Good. If anything comes up, or you need any special permissions while I’m away, go straight to Jay. Don’t disturb my wife.”

It was a number she did not recognize, but the preview message made her breath catch. Big opportunity for your event planning business. Interested in a private gala next month? Details attached. Marcus read the message over her shoulder, a slow smile curving his mouth. He rocked his hips once, still half-hard inside her, and kissed the corner of her lips. “Looks like the first piece of your new life just arrived,” he said. “Answer it, baby. Tell them yes.” Lila stared at the screen, her body still humming from him, her future suddenly wide open in a way it had never been before.

"Goodnight, hubby." "?" Killian perked up, "Say it again?" After waiting for a long time, the person in his arms didn't respond. Killian kissed the crown of her head. "Goodnight, wifey." ... Two months flew by in the blink of an eye. 'Phoenix Reborn' was successfully scheduled and was about to premiere. The drama's promotions were also in full swing, especially with the male and female leads, Caroline and Sebastian, frequently appearing together on various platforms and at pre-launch events.

“Just get it done. And send me everything on her little skincare company too. I want leverage.” I ended the call and poured another glass of champagne, my platinum blonde hair falling over one shoulder as I smiled at my reflection in the window. I had clawed my way back into Creighton’s life once. I could do it again. Priscilla thought she could play house with that sandy-haired nobody and raise Cross heirs in secret? Cute.

Georgia had her eyes closed–she must be really sleeping. “Rest well.” Primo whispered close to her ears and then gave her a kiss on her cheek. So, instead of pushing his question to life, he just let her have some rest and also closed his eyes instead as he leaned on the backrest. All of a sudden, his eyes opened in just a snap when he remembered something else in his research about menstruation. They also tend to crave sweets! “Nolan, stop by at the first convenience you see.” He spoke. And it wasn’t that far. So, Nolan immediately stopped before driving past to the first convenience he saw. Primo didn’t wake Georgia up and just got out of the car alone.

The table in front of her was cluttered with tablets, lipstick options, diamond-encrusted accessories, and a series of mock-ups for the social media rollout titled “Our Vow Renewal: The Beginning of Forever, Again.” “Do we go with the white dress or the blush rose one for the announcement teaser?” a coordinator asked, holding up swatches. Beth barely glanced up. “White. Always white. Clean. Iconic. Unapologetic.” “Yes, ma’am.” She shifted in her chair, glancing at her reflection with a cool smile. Today was the big soft-launch of the renewal campaign. A video post, a newsletter to their combined brands’ subscriber list, and then a three-part exclusive leading up to the lavish event. Everythi

It vibrated softly in my pocket, the screen lighting up with a message. *“I checked your room, but you weren’t there. Come meet me at our secret spot—I have a surprise for you.”* A small smile crept onto my lips. Lucian. My sweet Raph. This was the perfect moment. I would tell him he was going to be a father—a symbol of our love. The thought gave me newfound strength. I pushed myself to my feet, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower. The cool water washed away the remnants of Sarah’s attack, leaving me feeling renewed and determined.

"What’s the plan for tonight? The press conference?" Ethan took a slow sip of water. "Cancelled." I blinked. "Cancelled? Why? The sponsors were—" "The sponsors will wait," he interrupted, his voice like silk over a blade. "There’s been a change in the narrative strategy. We need more time to prep the 'physical therapy' angle. The press can wait until the O2 rehearsals are further along. We have a few days of grace." He set the glass down on the marble counter. "I have a few calls to make. Try to get some sleep, Anya. You look... distracted."

“The company hasn’t been the same without you and we are happy that you are back. You are back, right?” “I’m back.” I replied, “Fully.” Spek took a seat slightly behind me. “I’ll be resuming full control of Obsidian effective immediately,” I continued. “But we’re not going to pretend things are the same as before. There will be changes.” A few of them exchanged glances. “First, Seraphina Blackwell, my wife…will be reinstated.” The room erupted into whispers and then it all got even louder. “She’s a liability,” someone said sharply.

"Leave immediately and inform Noah that I couldn't care less about him and his money!" Reina shrugs nonchalantly, clearly undeterred. "Fine then. Butdo not forget, if you ever attempt another publicity stunt by selling another picture of yourself to the blogs for attention, or if you make the grave error of trying to extort money from Noah again, you'll have me to deal with."