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neither hunger nor anything else. "You did not eat anything for two days. you will faint!" She said worriedly. "I want some relaxation. mom! Please don't force me." Sia was irritated by her affection. She denied and ascended the stairs. Patricia saw her back desperately. The sound of the door slamming startled Patricia. After the shower Sia's hair was wet. She did not dry it and laid down on the bed. She was feeling feverish. She ate medicine. She felt her head was about to burst through in pain. She took a nap for a moment. A message ringtone broke the silence in the darkroom. She glanced at the phone. She saved his number by the name of Devil.

Crystal whispered when France left her sub to the end of the stage, returning with a giant vibrator that caused the audience to hiss at its sight. “That’s… Is it going to fit?” I could feel the fear inside of her, more because her hand shot out to tightly grip my thigh. “They always make it work.” I pulled her closer to me. France angrily shoved the vibrator into her Sub’s mouth, forcing her gag reflex to push it back. But no, she wasn’t having that. Crystal almost shot out of the seat in reflex, and right then, her body started trembling. She was scared.

But later, in the sun-drenched balcony, she took a photo: her hand resting lightly on the balcony railing, the skyline behind it, the ring catching the light. The caption read: “Never expected this… but sometimes, the unexpected becomes unforgettable. 💍 #WolfeAndMe” Ten minutes later, she had 4,000 new followers. An hour later, Verena posted a photo of herself in Cassian’s old penthouse. The caption read: “Some things can’t be replaced. But they can be upgraded.” Cassian threw his phone across the room. Eden picked it up. “That’s subtle.” “She’s testing us.”

Took another breath. “In Lagos… 2026… me and Wale meet at one underground party. Lekki. Secret. No phones. We dance. We kiss. We… love. First time I feel like I no dey hide inside my own skin. Then video leak—not that night, one before. Someone sell it. Family group chat. Church chat. Everywhere.” He paused. Fingers tracing the scar on his palm.

Grainy footage shot on phones of me grabbing Lorenzo's wrist, stepping between him and Aria, the confrontation that had drawn every eye in that gallery. Cazzo. I scrolled through them quickly, my jaw tightening with each new angle, each new caption. Some were calling it a lovers' quarrel. Others were speculating about who I was, why the Santoro princess's bodyguard was so aggressive. One video had already gotten ten thousand views, the comments section filled with speculation and gossip.

She cut me off and I gulped softly before shaking my head. “I’m not going then. I can’t watch them drink…” I trailed away, mentally gagging at the thought that they’ll be having human blood as a drink rather than wine. “That’s why I’m here darling, to change your mind.” Ferra amused herself with a giggle and I watched her clutch my locket tightly before walking up to the door. “Wait, that’s mine-” “You want it? The come and get it.” She taunted, as if she’s taken candy from a child and I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance.

he asked and I nodded before remembering he couldn't see me. "Sounds perfect," I replied before we said our goodbyes. I went through each contract, surprised by the amount that they were offering Petra. I took all but 1 of hers - 1 that requested full nudity. I couldn't do that. I did however take all the ones that were for me, the photographer, including the 4 that were for Petra shots. 4 were destination shots and I would have to make sure that Adrian booked trhose for me while the last two were photographer's choice as it was about products. I'd look those over tomorrow and figure them out.

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