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Anna was a miracle child, and so is this book. She looked down on the paperback on her lap, its cover dazzling as ever. The Anthem of Lycanthropy. She couldn’t believe she was the author of this, that this was her life, and that her life story went viral — with everyone thinking it’s a realistic fiction. But of course, nobody knew that she was the writer behind the works except her and Ellie. Everyone just knew the writer as L.M.H. and that was it. Leal Miragia Horryn.

But now, everything changed. It began with a single, anonymous letter sent to a well-respected local journalist—someone known for being fair rather than sensationalist. The writer claimed to be a former senior employee of the Sterling household, someone who had worked there for many years and had grown increasingly uncomfortable with the way things had been handled. They did not give their name, nor did they seek fame or payment; they simply said they could no longer stay silent while the truth was buried under lies.

“No. I was just so angry with my mother that I wanted to embarrass her. I wanted to make her snap out of her selfishness. I wanted to make her wake up to my feelings. I was hoping that she would see my little rebellion for what it was. A plea for her to introduce me to my father. That’s all I ever wanted, and she was the one standing in my way.” I tilted my head as I studied her face. “Does she even know about your account?” “No,” she replied bitterly. “Why not?” “Because I never spoke to anyone. At least not until about two weeks ago, when I got a message from an anonymous user. There was no picture. There was no name. He was just User1589.” “Oh? What was special about User1589?”

"Campus hasn't been the same without WildLife. My throat tightened unexpectedly. I hadn’t realized my words could matter so much, especially when my identity was hidden. That realization stirred a quiet warmth deep in my chest. I entered into my room and sank into the edge of my bed, still clutching my phone in both hands. I started typing out a response out of excitement WildLife: [Sometimes the loudest stories take time to tell. Stay with me, I will update soonest.] A few seconds later, likes and hearts flooded in, and my page lit up like a match in the dark. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed blogging until a second notification slid down my screen.. This one isn’t a comment but a dire

Bryan let out a deep breath and retorted. "I already did that boss." "So did you find out who was behind it?" Hero inquired with keen interest. "Actually boss, the person goes by the name Mr.Macaroni and he's anonymous. No picture or information about the person. We also couldn't trace the source," Bryan replied and Hero scoffed. 'Mr. Macaroni, such a ridiculous name! I wonder who that is' Hero mulled, before saying "When is then meeting?"

“Angela thinks she’s already won. She went public. She thinks she wrote the ending. What she doesn’t realize—” Her voice cracked. She pushed through it. “—is that the story’s not hers to tell.” They stopped briefly at a roadside motel that didn’t ask questions. No names. No IDs. Just cash. Nina stayed near the door, phone in hand. Maris sank onto one of the twin beds, shoes still on, arms folded like she was holding herself together. Anaïs moved straight to the small desk and pulled out the old notebook she hadn’t touched since Lagos. A ledger of names. Not the powerful ones. The silent ones. The invisible ones.

But Sophia wanted to flip the board. She sat down on the edge of the bed and unlocked her phone. She didn’t go to the burner account via the secure browser Selene had set up. That took too long. Instead, she opened I*******m on her secondary personal phone the one she used for "finstas" and lurking. She navigated to the DM requests of The City Insider, the blog that had broken the original story. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Anonymous: He’s lying. It wasn’t a hostile takeover. She wanted it. Look at this.

Let the people investigate on their own. “Funny story, Sebastian, the headline stated that I was an orphan. I want to let everyone know that I have a loving mother and a whole lot of people supporting and loving me behind the scenes.” I glanced at Ellie and smiled at her. She smiled back and waved her hand at me. “Regarding my father, honestly I don't care where on the earth the man is. He's absent my whole life and I don't think I have to acknowledge him anymore. So I really don't get the point why this anonymous person, who published the article, keeps bringing him up. This same person tormented me ever since I tied a knot, and right now it feels like I'm living rent-free inside her head.”

I reached for the remote with my free hand, switching from N*****x to the news. It was already there. BREAKING: Anonymous Leak Exposes Ravencrest’s Darkest Secrets. Dean Marshall Suspended Pending Investigation. Cohen Sinclair Dropped by Two Modeling Agencies Following Abuse Claims. Sinclair Family Loses Two Major Investors Overnight. Ravencrest Board Calls Emergency Review. The Monroe Family In Shambles. I dropped the spoon, my appetite gone. My stomach twisted as if the truth, now out in the world, had taken up all the space inside me. I had messaged the journalist last night, she had promised to make it anonymous. To protect ourselves, we had to act as if we knew nothing. Maya swore it wa