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Screens at the far wall blasted headlines: “Anonymous Leaks Suggest J&J Misused Funds.” “Embezzlement at Anderson-Hidalgo Project?” “Jenna Anderson’s Golden Venture Crumbling?” Jenna entered with her spine straight, heels striking marble. She carried the storm on her shoulders but refused to bow. “Quiet,” she commanded. Her voice cut through the cacophony. The room stilled. “These reports are fabrications,” Jenna said. “Every figure in those leaks is falsified. Every ledger they’ve shown has been doctored. We have nothing to hide, and when the smoke clears, you’ll see the truth.”

Bzzzzzz Jason stirred beside me. “That must be Ruth.” I hardly opened my eyes as I reached over and grabbed it. Seventeen calls were missed. Three voicemails. Ruth: It's all over Selene. It is burning. You must watch this. With sleep still slipping from my body I sat up quickly. The remote was already in Jason's grasp. After turning on the television he switched to the news channel we frequently watched. And it was there. NEWS FLASH: Leaked Document Verifies Sinclair Was Aware of Everything. Experts Predict This Will Break Her in the Chloe Sinclair Scandal.

I demanded. One of the PR managers cleared her throat. “We… didn’t, sir. The article references documents that weren’t part of any public release.” Meaning someone leaked them. Someone fed them. I set my phone down on the table, knuckles whitening. “She couldn’t win in court,” I said quietly, “so she went for the court of public opinion.” Vivian Sinclair had just declared war — and this time, she wasn’t hiding behind her luxury brand or her rehearsed smile.

I say before Lev has a chance to speak, to say something to dig us in a deeper hole then what we are in now. Can Sinful sense the tension between Lev and I? He is Lust, and my best friend did recently admit to me that he has deep feelings for me. We still haven’t spoken about it, having been too distracted with Cian and Noah and Stace. I’m silently grateful for it, still not having been able to make up my mind on what I want. "I'm her friend. Just trying to keep her safe as best I can,” Lev says steadily. I would applaud him for his confidence to speak to Sinful as if he isn’t a powerful immortal who could kill us at any moment, if the Sin wasn’t surveying us so pointedly.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Victor was known to find a liking for anyone with a pussy. I passed by the guards. Usually, everyone who entered had to be patted down, but they nodded at me and turned away. They knew I carried, and also knew that if they even bothered asking -I wouldn't take it too likely. The newbie who stopped me could attest for that. I met Santino in the private section. It was a few feet above the dance floor, overlooking the crowd.

Sadness washed over me again. "Today was a fucking joke," I cried harder now. I wanted to forget Dave . I wanted to have the wildest night of my life. Mission achieved , but I didn't feel any better. I felt like I was used and dumbed. My pride burned. The rain poured as I walked home, barefooted, dress torn and without panties. My nipples were hard from the cold and humiliation. Did he use me? Or he didn't want me to take care of him?

The next few days were consumed with final wedding preparations and trying not to think about the fact that my mother was dying or that Corso was apparently still plotting against us. Maya came to find us three days before the wedding looking stressed. "We have a problem," Maya said, pulling up her laptop. "Someone leaked details about the wedding to the press." "What details?" Emma asked. "Guest list, venue, timing," Maya read. "And they're framing it as a private corporate event masquerading as a wedding." "Who leaked it?" I asked. "Can't tell but the story broke on a blog that's known for getting tips from corporate insiders," Maya said. "My guess is someone connected to Corso."