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“Just one night. No Philip. No shame. No past. Just… you. And a couple of drinks, maybe even a male stripper.” A slow, unsure smile crept onto my lips. Maybe it was truly time I walked out of the shadows of my past Life, Philip definitely wasn't waiting for me. I understood that it would take time, but I could still take it one step after the other. “Where do I even start?” Elizabeth grinned. “Call Edward.” — The club was already thumping with bass-heavy music when Edward pulled up in a sleek black car. Euphoria loomed above us, its glass façade shimmering like a dream.

“You’re late again,” Kai Lennox called out the moment the service door clicked shut at 11:53 p.m. He was already perched on the edge of the bar top at Eclipse, legs spread casually, black button-up unbuttoned to mid-chest so the phoenix tattoo peeked out like an invitation. The rooftop bar was completely empty lights low, rain tapping softly against the glass, the city a hazy glow far below. “Three minutes. I almost started without you.”

I refused to let this farce end in private. I pressed Enter and anonymously broadcast the warehouse surveillance footage on the largest LED screen in the city center. It was the advertising screen directly across from the Smith Group building. Rush hour had begun. Thousands of pedestrians stopped and looked up. The footage was high definition, the audio crystal clear. The entire city watched the once powerful, beautiful CEO and her "boy toy" tear into each other like mad dogs. Ethan pinned Andrea to the ground and choked her. "Die! You useless piece of trash! If it weren't for Daniel, what would you even be? You think I ever liked you? I was in it for the money!"

Janet and Elliot will spend the night together! "You don't get to decide," I said firmly. I brushed off the footprint on my knee and looked at Janet. "It's your choice. Kick Elliot out, or we're done." Janet bit her lip, torn between Elliot and me. Elliot went pale, grabbed my foot, and started his act. "Yale, don't do this! If you divorce, I'll be the one who messed up the Wallace-Charlton alliance! Don't mess this up for me! If you're worried, I'll hurt myself after tonight!

"Twenty minutes! Don't chicken out on me!" Okay. New plan. I told myself. Just get through tonight. The room I picked was on the third floor. I quickly locked the door behind me and began peeling off my hoodie and shorts. I was down to just my singlet and panties, when my phone buzzed on the bed. A notification. NEW CHAPTER ALERT: Eden Vale just posted!! My whole body lit up. I forgot the party for a second—Eden Vale updates were rare, and I'd been waiting for this one for literal weeks.

Lily said and ended the call. “Atlanta.” She muttered with a smile and fell on her bed. The day ended fast as usual, Lily was the only one at home except for the maids and guards. She had lunch, used her drugs, and also had dinner. Since she wasn't feeling sleepy, she decided to sit in the living room and watch the television for a while. She got carried away and didn't realise it was midnight already, she was enjoying the show she was watching. A kid's show. She suddenly heard Axel’s car drive in and she smiled happily. She waited impatiently for him to walk into the living room.

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

"Alright. I’ll call you guys later — my phone’s about to die." Before Leila can say goodbye, the phone takes its cue. I plug it in, roll to my side, and close my eyes. And just like that, I’m in that dream again, like a routine— Except this time, it isn’t silly like the last one. It’s freaking real. (SONG RECOMMENDATION: Street by Doja cat) The restaurant is quiet, dimly lit, warmer than before. The light softens everything except him. Mr. Grande sits across from me, his arms folded, and gaze sharp. I'm not sure what I’m wearing. It’s not important. What matters is how his stare pins me like a blade.

he said, but his lips twitched at the corner in a smile. Sharon and Myra were in for a surprise when Abram took them to the same club. “Are you kidding me? Stag won’t be allowed tonight,” Sharon huffed in annoyance. “Who said we have stag with us?” Abram replied, and on cue, Daniel came into view. “Him? I would rather stay in the car than be his partner,” Sharon said, leaning back in protest. “Please, Sharon, we are already here,” Myra pleaded, batting her innocent eyes.

After all, I'm not sure if I'm going to dress in five different outfits for a night out on the town or not. It was decided to make it a little more dramatic because my gown is black, and the makeup professionals wanted it to stand out even more. A voice in the background asks, "Did you hear what I heard?" Jimmy Guavez's son tried to run away from his engagement party, but he was caught and put in jail. "As I turned around, I received a nod from my companion. "Yes! Stephen and Madam Hynna's kids have also moved out of the house where they were living. They were in the parking lot when they observed the two of them kissing.