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asked Felicia in an interrogative tone. Severin knew he had no choice but to come clean with them at that moment. He laughed awkwardly and said, "Ok, ok. I'm not going to lie to you girls anymore. To be honest, I'm actually a billionaire." To his surprise, Megan actually started laughing. She did not believe his story one bit. "And you said you're not going to lie to us anymore! Hahaha. Well, go on. We're still waiting for you to tell us the truth."

“Neither am I?” “That’s not what I meant,” he said smoothly. “I just don’t want complications.” Jordan swung her legs over the side of the bed. “It’s coffee, Jay. Not a scandal.” He smiled faintly. “Everything becomes a scandal if people want it to.” The words lingered after he left. Later that day, sitting across from Calloway in a small café not unlike the one she’d visited with Marissa, Jordan realized something she hadn’t felt in years.

I instructed them to release the full truth—piece by piece. The first section focused on Silas and Iris' so-called innocent childhood friendship. It was only later that I realized Silas' affair hadn't been a momentary lapse at all. He and Iris had been involved for years. From the time he pursued me in college, through our marriage and the birth of our child, he had never truly cut ties with her. Once people began discussing that revelation, I pressed the advantage and had the second tabloid account prepare and release the second section. Before long, online debates about a wealthy heiress tearing into a mistress reached a fever pitch. After all, nothing fascinated onlookers more than rich-f

I recuperated in bed for two months and finally recovered. Back in the country, John 's racing team terminated its cooperation with Sharon. They posted a self-narrative video of John on Weibo. In the top-pinned video, John looked very different from his usual refined self. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt, and his suit was wrinkled. His voice was hoarse as he gazed deeply into the camera. “Due to some misunderstandings, I lost the girl I love the most—Vivian. She's left me now. If anyone has seen her, please contact...”

A light frown on my face would make him panic. I used to think I was the happiest woman in the world—until that familiar scar appeared in a trending post written by a woman who claimed she had given birth to her best friend's husband's child. It felt so surreal that I could barely believe it, yet the truth sat there on my screen, cruelly crushing everything I once believed.

his tight voice filled with disgust. What was his problem anyway? He wasn’t anything to me to react this way. “Firstly it’s not a mark, just a hickey. Secondly, I didn’t let him. Vadas did that because of you. He freaked out after your show”, “You actually sabotaged my mission. Allaway is going to investigate me! Now I must fix this and I don’t know how!” I tried my best to keep it low but by the end of my tirade, I was screaming and slamming his chest.

That was intense, it felt real, too real. "Fuck," I huffed, tossing the duvet off my body. "Who said an orgasm could induce sleep," I grumbled as I made my way out of the bed. I thought about showering, maybe getting the smell of sex off my body, but I didn't trust myself to not have a repeat of what had just happened. Besides, my fingers needed a rest.

The days after that dinner had been jagged, uneven things. Lena told herself she was done, that she’d slammed the door on Jace Carver and all his lies. But the universe, or maybe Jace himself, refused to let her bury it. There were texts she didn’t answer. Voicemails she didn’t delete. And then there was the email, long, too honest, typed at two in the morning, that she read twice before snapping her laptop shut and swearing she’d never open it again.

Fascinating. Because underneath it all, my mind was like a dumpster—cluttered, chaotic, and miles from anything resembling peace. The truth was, breakfast wasn’t about affection. And leaning into Nathan this morning didn’t mean I’d fully forgiven him. I did it because reality had finally settled in—because I understood what I stood to lose if I didn’t. I had told myself I didn’t care about the aftermath, that none of it mattered. But as my memories began to return—sharp, uninvited, and real—I realized I did. More than I wanted to admit.

I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my name displayed on the screen. It had been five years since I was bound to Gabriella's side. I watched myself being branded as a traitor, while the real culprit thrived. The truth had been buried for far too long. And now, the truth had finally come to light. A month later, Christopher and the remaining members of Oliver's drug cartel faced a public trial before the Supreme Court in Gakoli. The gallery was packed to the brim. Families of fallen narcotics officers filled the front row, while the back row and side aisles were crowded with reporters.