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Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

eltan: that's it, I'm sorry miss puge nmn ne2ng trop4 qu eltan: ka2 nusblid nmn puh keo lilyiris: I'm sure my boyfriend's was way more than 'puge' than ur friend eltan: u're not sure teh lilyiris: I I'm hundred percent very sure. eltan: gosh, your bf really thinks teh lilyiris: sent a photo I sent a picture of Ethan sleeping. Maybe it's break time, so the strength of the trip is to trip. eltan: come on, did you get that pic?!?!!1221!? eltan: aqu kc that ih lilyiris: is that you lilyiris: then maybe u're my bf lol eltan: hi baby I miss you huhu I secretly smiled. lilyiris: and I miss u too

“A tyrant. A liar. A tragic hero. And—” “And?” “Someone compared me to a vampire CEO who ‘definitely broods.’” Aria snorted. “Do you brood?” “I reflect,” he corrected. She raised an eyebrow. “You brood.” --- Elena appeared in the doorway, holding a tablet like it might bite her. “I’ve been memed,” she announced. Aria looked up. “Congratulations. You’re officially famous.” Elena sighed. “There’s one where I’m labeled ‘The Lost Vale Pokémon.’”

🏵️ CHAPTER 41 🏵️ Lena sat in front of her laptop all day in the office, scrolling down the endless pictures of Denzel's ex-wife, Harley. She couldn't stop looking into everything about her. The stunning woman was living the best of her life based on the content she uploads on her social media but sadly there was no picture of her and Denzel. She must have deleted them. However, after endless scrolling, there was one photo available. A photo of Denzel slipping an engagement ring into Harley's finger.

"Yeah, no harm, no foul, josh." Elena smiled. "Elena, Luv, Josh and I have our special private terms for each other. I'm the Blond Goddess of Helena, and josh here is the Fudge Packing Butt Dart of Montana. It keeps us from getting too serious about our situations and allows us a brief bit of humor in this dry area." "You let her call you that, Petey? It doesn't bother you?" Elena hadn't been through sensitivity training before, but damn, that was a cruel moniker in anyone's book.

Lucas held Elara’s hand tighter than usual. By the time Elara returned to the penthouse the footage had already begun to travel. Clips of the toast, the full name, the Bible verses, and the removal circulated in the usual uneven way. The Lennox security apparatus moved to contain what it could, but the internet had never required permission. Memes circulated depicting a mom throwing her child into the belly of the lion because the lions den had a lot of money and other treasures. Podcasts aired online talking about how parents can do better and comments poured in. As always, whenever the Lennox name trends, every other thing ceases to trend.

Lena walked behind me, occasionally slapping my ass hard enough to leave red handprints. When we reached her bedroom, she shoved me face-down onto her big bed. “Ass up. Face down. Don’t move.” I obeyed, arching my back and spreading my knees wide, presenting my holes to her like a whore in heat. Lena disappeared for a moment and returned with a bottle of lube and a thick black butt plug. “Look at this pathetic, dripping cunt and tight little asshole,” she said, voice thick with lust. “Both holes are going to get ruined tonight.”

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Lena read it once, then looked away. Five hundred dollars for an embarrassing photo. Eight hundred for a video. Ten thousand — ten thousand — for whoever made Lena transfer out. "She has a lot of disposable income," Lena said. "This is serious." "I know it's serious." "You need to go to Adrian Hale and stop whatever you both have going on before it gets too dangerous." "I need to not get pushed down a flight of stairs." Lena pulled the note off her locker, folded it, and put it in her bag. "Give me the group chat. I want to see everything."