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“Why would she do that?’ “She wasn’t happy, Maddox. She had secrets, things she never told you. Rebecca is not the perfect woman you have in your mind. She knew all along she couldn’t measure up to what you thought she was, and she was terrified you would find out.” “But—” I stop speaking. Do I even want to know? “The visions I see are quite clear. The drugs. The men. The broken promises. She was going behind your back and speaking to your enemies as well. You have it in your head that she was some perfect Luna, that she always knew what to do or what to say, but that’s not true. And she had made some deals she couldn’t get out of, so she was beyond depressed and reckless. She loved you, but

Karen leaned back in her chair and let the silence breathe for a moment before she spoke. "What better endgame than Mark going to prison?" she said calmly, like she was reading off a list. "Then we build a new PR strategy around Rebecca, one that makes her more visible, more likeable, more ‘everything’ than whoever the Jenkins heir was before all of this. And eventually, we force their hand into making Rebecca the official heir." The room paused, and everyone considered her idea. "I really do like the sound of that." Rebecca said, and the smile that crossed her face was wide and genuine. Anabelle nodded slowly beside her, working it over in her mind before agreeing.

Rebecca walked in the room and scrunched her nose. "It's too boring and smells like a shit... Fix the room!" She ordered him. He raised his eyebrows at the attitude. "Make it like Rebecca!... You might have low standards, I don't!" She looked sassily at her nails. "Yeah, and I want my nails done... Arrange for it!" Skyler looked at Rosetta and she just shrugged at him. "Consider it done!" He sighed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and went to bed. When she laid down she closed her eyes.

Rebecca commented as she took off her sunglasses. "Hahaha. That's not a problem. You can just join Willow's company and become a regular office worker," Caspian said with a chuckle. "Huh?" Rebecca was taken aback. She spent many years working her way up the entertainment industry. Now that she finally reached the top, how could she possibly go back to becoming an ordinary person? The atmosphere in the private room grew livelier. Rebecca had always been an eloquent person who had a response to everything, but Caspian had just rendered her speechless.

“We rush ordered the bed last night on the Internet. It arrived in pieces and we assembled it down here. You should have seen Owens’ face when I told him Rebecca’s help was all I needed. Our driver seems to think billionaires and women are equally helpless.” “He’s wrong there,” Rebecca said, emerging from the shadows of a niche. “I can lift hundred-pound tuna.” She knew how to make an entrance. She wasn’t wearing a stitch: not makeup and not clothes. She was no vamp as she came toward them. Her walk was just a walk, not shy but maybe self-conscious. Her body was naturally beautiful—slim, strong, the faint cooking scars on her arms picked up by the strong spotlight. Her small rounded breasts

IN THE EVENING “Rebecca, I just searched for a new cafe. What do you say? Shall we go?” “I’m feeling bored and we don’t go anywhere for so long,” Julia looked at Rebecca with a puppy look who was silently reading a book on the couch. Rebecca first wanted to deny it as she just wanted to relax in the house after coming from the hospital but watching her friend's puppy expression, she let go of her thought and agreed to go, “Alright, Let’s go.”

It was about keeping the peace — avoiding yet another explosive confrontation between him, his grandmother, and his parents. ⸻ Meanwhile, in the Tyler family’s other wing, Rebecca was in the middle of her own preparations. She had chosen a dress that was more fit for a night at a high-profile gala than for a simple dinner — a body-hugging, deep crimson gown with a dangerously low neckline and a slit that ran almost to her hip. Her maids bustled around her room like a swarm of bees, bringing jewelry cases, styling tools, and trays of perfume. “Make it perfect,” Rebecca ordered sharply, swatting one maid’s hand away when the eyeliner wasn’t applied to her liking.

Rebecca frowned and in an instant it began to rain, thunder and lightning struck up in the sky, in only a second the woman’s wedding dress was soaked and her makeup ruined. Rebecca walked ahead deeper into the village in search of where she could carry out her missions without much stress. Rebecca finally settled down in the middle of the village on the roof of the tallest building from there she could hear every of their activities and as well ruin their happiness just to put a smile on her face. Rebecca settled in just fine, she caused a thunderstorm that night as she enjoyed watching the lightning and feeling the harsh breeze that shattered the homes of many.

"I'd stake my fortune on it. And now an innocent girl may pay for the sins of a ghost." The weight of his words settled over me. Leonel's instincts were rarely wrong. "I won't have my great-grandchildren's parents embroiled in scandals," he continued, steel returning to his voice. "Yet here we are." This was the moment. I drew a steadying breath. "Speaking of which... Rebecca is here. At the estate." Leonel's eyes lit up with startled delight. "Rebecca's here?" He nearly rose from his chair, voice booming with sudden energy. "Where is she? I want to see her—"