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She asks, and we both look at Onyx. He looks us both over. “Let’s meet back in the hallway in thirty minutes, then we will tour the house, and then we can watch the sunset at the lake if you wish. If you wish to go, tonight is a fire and smores on the beach night. You will also find an event page in your room. Feel free to go to anything you wish to.” “Ok. See you in thirty.” She smiles as she closes her bedroom door and locks it behind herself.

"You know, we should host a launch party for 'Venom'. Invite all our customers and friends, and show them what we're all about." I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "That's a fantastic idea, Naki. Let's do it!" And with that, we set to work planning the most unforgettable launch party 'Venom Luxe' had ever seen. We rented a luxurious mansion, hired a live DJ, and ordered a custom-designed cake that looked like a giant 'Venom' perfume bottle. As the night of the party arrived, Naki and I were buzzing with anticipation. We had invited all our closest friends and customers, and we knew they would be blown away by the opulence and glamour of the event.

I took a deep breath. This is it. I pulled the lid off. Inside, resting on black satin, was a thick card with gold writing. Next to it was a small crystal bottle of whiskey. I didn't care about the drink. I grabbed the card. My eyes scanned the words fast. ALEXANDER STONE Invites you to a private celebration. Saturday 20th July, 8:00 PM. The Obsidian Penthouse. I let out a shaky laugh. The air rushed back into my lungs.

Time: Thursday, December 12, 2024 | Evening Location: The Onyx Room, The Olympus Casino The Onyx Room was a sanctuary of shadow and sin, hidden deep within the sub-basement of the Olympus. The air was thick with the scent of hand-rolled Cuban cigars, twenty-year-old scotch, and the quiet, electric desperation of men gambling away fortunes they couldn't afford to lose. The only sounds were the soft, hypnotic whisper of cards on fresh felt and the gentle, rhythmic clink of heavy poker chips, a sound like falling coins in a king’s tomb.

Scott says and my grin grows wider. "I'm serious. I just wanted to let you know and see if you'd want to–" They cut me off. "Of course we want to go!" the three say in unison and I clap my hands happily. "Great, I'll just text dad all of our names. Vic, ask Wren if she'll be coming, Roxy, ask Kye the same and–" Roxy frowns. "When is the event happening?" she asks. "Next Friday night, from 7PM," I say cheerfully. "Is there a problem?"

I turned away, feeling the ache rise in my chest and spread into my muscles. “Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess!!!” Maddie screamed, sending me into a shock as the books I held tumbled to the ground. “Madison!” I glared at her, picking the books angrily. “Stop doing that!” “You are not going to believe this!” She sqeaked, shoving the black flyer into my hand. And the first line sent every hair on my back standing. “PARTY AT THE BECKHAM MANSION. NINE PM.” Ace and Jaxon were throwing the party.

“The Midnight Foundation’s real. But their events are always hush-hush. High net worth only. Think dynasties and dark deals.” I didn’t like the sound of that. Especially not with our children’s names involved. Adrian finally made a call. “We’re going. But we control the narrative.” ********** The event was held at an underground mansion beneath the city,an estate few knew existed. Crystal chandeliers hung from arched ceilings, and silver fountains poured champagne into black glass basins. The room was filled with old money, colder smiles, and masks. Literal ones. Everyone wore black. Everyone watched us.

- - - - - ONE MONTH LATER - - - - - ~ Audrey ~ “Get ready, bitch, we’re gonna paint the town tonight!” Mikey hollered over the phone, and Audrey couldn’t help but laugh. It was Friday night tonight, and Audrey was on a three-way Facetime call with her two best friends, Mikey and Liv. “Okay, what’s the plan?” she asked. “There’s a huge V-day weekend blowout at Culture tonight. I heard Calvin Harris is gonna perform, we have to go!” Olivia exclaimed.

he said slowly, his grin spreading as he picked up the phone, “we just got an alert. Apparently, tonight... sleep is cancelled.” I blinked. “What?” He tossed the phone to me. It was a message from Chosa—the guy Raymond had met during one of his networking dinners here. A local event planner with a wild streak and a flair for unforgettable nights. > Tonight, only rule: NO RULES. Club Nyra. Doors open at 10. Private booth reserved. Warning: things may get loud. Leave your halos at the door. I laughed, handing it back. “So… this is your idea of romance now?”

I asked, softly dabbing my face with the powder foam. Synn's voice bubbled with excitement, "The Outing Night is a party that's held to acknowledge all the performers at Wet Nights, the party is usually held every last Friday of the year, and they throw it in one of Bishop's private hotel. No rules, just pure fun." I suddenly paused and turned around to look at Synn, "Wait, what? You mean Bishop will be at the party tonight?" I asked with a conflicted emotions. "Of course, yes." Synn giggled.