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Lily shook her head. "You should learn it, you would have security and guards everywhere regardless, but still it'll come to use, there can be thousands of Laurents out there, now that you're exposed to the media as well." "Who is he, though?" Lily asked curiously "He is one of the biggest businessman, among us you can say, but he has a very bad character, he's all over news every now and then for harassments and rapes." Lily's eyes widened as she gasped. She didn't know what would have happened if Aaron wouldn't have come at the right time, she was scared and didn't want to imagine further.

Some have profile photos and others are simply left blank. "Where's his account?" I asked, without looking at Beta Luke. I saw Beta Luke's hand pointing to an account that came from the second list. The account has a profile photo in the form of a cartoon. Actually I'm not sure if it's Levin Gaillard's account. I clicked on it and it showed me a social media account that didn't have much information posted on it. There are only two photos uploaded, one photo as a new profile photo which is a picture of a character in a cartoon and the other photo is a picture of a person.

The lamp cast a warm glow across the walls, but it did nothing to calm the cold fear twisting inside her. Her phone lay on the table. Silent. But it felt like a bomb waiting to explode. She picked it up again. Opened the link again. And watched Leo’s face pop up across the screen for what felt like the hundredth time. The world loved the photo. They found him sweet. Innocent. Adorable. But strangers were also commenting things Lia never wanted to see: “This boy looks like the Hale CEO.” “Same eyes. Same mouth.” “Anyone else seeing it??”

I scolded "Didn't you check the internet? Your picture is all over the internet!" She uttered, ignoring my scolding. "Gosh! She is such a joy kill" I heard David murmuring "Come and see yourself" she walked closer to me and I took the phone from her. "The president's first son, Liam Miller was spotted this afternoon with a purple hair girl," said the headline "What the fuck!"

"Actually, it's not a terrible idea. Juries respond to confidence. If they see photos of you at a charity gala looking strong and composed, it reinforces our narrative that you're the victim who's rebuilding, not the villain Ethan's painted." "Plus," Harper added grudgingly, "Liam's basically declaring his intentions publicly. That's not nothing." My phone buzzed. Text from Liam. The hearing's about to start. Good luck. And about the gala - no pressure. But I'd really like you there. -L I typed back. I'll be there. Find me a dress that says 'I'm not broken, I'm dangerous.' -V His response was immediate. Already taken care of. Size 6, right?

Apology letters weren't a deterrent at all. "I don't think we can convict them, but I can do something about the compensation. For people like them, the compensation amount may be more of a deterrent. But we must still focus on those adults. Also..." Geovanni paused. "Do you know Alex Felton?" "I don't think so. Why?" Chelsea shook her head. "The person who registered that account is called Alex Felton with an IP address located in Lorwick." Chelsea was stunned and thought, "Alex Felton, a local from Lorwick who uses Yamilet's private photo as the account's profile. Isn't that a bit too coincidental?"

"This was taken three months ago. Ms. Lily in Paris, dating Pierre, the heir to the Lyon family." Whispers spread through the audience. Emma swiped, more photos appeared. "Two months ago, her with oil tycoon Sheikh Mohammed in Dubai." Another photo: Lily in a bikini, snuggled up to a blond Alpha on a yacht in Monaco. "And one month ago, an intimate photo with Marco, heir to an Italian Mafia family." The place erupted. I stood on stage, looking at the evidence. I felt nothing. The woman who once caused me so much pain… this was what she really was.

Kaya’s POV The café lily invited me to sits tucked on the quiet end of the street, the room smells faintly of cinnamon and roasted beans, and for a moment, it feels like peace. Lily slides into the chair opposite me, sunglasses pushed into her hair, her phone still in her hand. She turns the screen to me to show me a photo of Riley “I checked,” she says without stopping, leaning in over the table. “Riley’s background. Do you know she’s pretending to be you, the Williams heiress.”

But I didn’t think it would look like something out of those glitzy award shows I used to sneak and watch on TV—only when Liam and Claudia weren’t home. Lior looks at me. “Ready? Let’s go, Lila.” He says it with ease. Confidence. I fake a smile. “Sure.” We start walking. The flashes intensify. Photographers shout his name from all directions, their faces lit with joy like they’ve just seen a miracle walk past. Why are they so desperate to get a photo of him? What makes him so… golden? The lights hit harder. I blink, eyes stinging. My heel catches slightly.

“My wolf, Lisa, has this fun, spontaneous personality. She helps me become the character I created for the public and gives me the confidence I need.” “You should let that side out more often,” Liam suggested. “That’d make it way too obvious I’m Lisa if I did,” I said with a grin. “But seriously, thank you both for coming—and for caring.” “We’re your friends. We’ll always be here for you,” Annie said, hugging me. I hugged her back, then gave Liam a hug too before saying goodbye. Liliane loved the livestream so much she even reposted it to my profile as an official post. I was surprised by the buzz it created. The comments just kept pouring in. My dear Mister Mysterious… looks like you’re bec