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Savannah barely ate since her main focus was Madonna, who continuously sighed. “That's it Donna! Tell me that's wrong” Savannah demanded, gently, though. Madonna sniffed, then gazed at her. Hesitantly, she disclosed every single thing that transpired last night. “Is the Lord Nikon that terrifying?” Savannah asked obliviously. At first, Madonna found the question quite vexing, then again recollected the fact that Savannah isn't a human.

“Don’t do it.” The voice was sudden, sharp. Savannah turned. A woman leaned against a marble column. Beige trench coat, red lipstick, eyes hard and unblinking. Her posture radiated fury barely held in check. “I was you,” she said. “Two years ago.” Savannah blinked. “I—what?” “I signed a contract. Not the same one, but close. Assistant to Briggs. Personal liaison. All neat and quiet.” “Who are you?” Savannah asked. “Presley Monroe. His former assistant. Former... something else. It doesn’t matter.”

“His name is Daniel Stevenson” Savannah’s confession was enough to silence the interviewer. Daniel Stevenson is a name that no one can mention lightly. How can she probe further? “Are you sure?” the interviewer wanted to confirm. “100%. I will never forget his face. He was a devil with a face of an angel” Savannah confirmed. When Savannah saw how engrossed the interviewer was, she knew she could collect her talent fee now. Her performance was flawless. “You hear her story here live. And rest assured that we will follow up with this expose’ for the viewer’s knowledge. Stay tuned” the interviewer concluded the program then shook Savannah’s hands.

She spoke with the assertiveness of someone who definitely grew up with the mindset of a queen. "I'll leave you two to Savannah," Bradford said and stood up to leave. She glanced at Reynolds briefly before taking her eyes back to me. "I’m Savannah Rivera, a good friend of Kaiden's.” She looked like she was going to add something else to the introduction, but she blinked and smiled even wider. "Why don't I give you a tour of Mysticrock after breakfast."

Savannah says sweetly, “let’s talk romance.” Here we go. “You’ve been linked to several men this year,” she says. “Including a fellow musician, a producer, and even one of your bodyguards—” “None of which is true.” “Well,” she laughs, “the photos said otherwise.” “Photos can say anything you want them to,” I snap before I can stop myself. Silence ripples across the room. Savannah’s eyes gleam like she’s tasted blood. “Cara,” she says softly, sweetly, viciously, “are you… lonely?”

This is more of a competition, according to Regan. In the brief time we had to talk when she arrived at the farmhouse from working in town all day, she filled me in on other things as well. Things like what Savannah had to talk to Dayne about. I came close to asking her about Savannah, and who she was to Dayne, but instead I chickened out. It would sound too much like me being jealous. From what little she said before Dayne growled at her to go shift, Savannah, who lives in a cabin in the woods near the farmhouse, got back from a modeling job in Paris and found a strange shifter prowling around outside her cabin. Because she's the real deal apparently, an actual model with an agency and ever

Betty said before hanging up. Shine let out a shaky breath. She felt guilty for lying, but she could not exactly tell her work friend that she was leaking milk like a nursing mother despite never being pregnant. She was terrified. Was it a tumor? A hormonal failure? Or was she just losing her mind? A chime from her phone broke her spiral. She looked down to see a notification from her secret OnlyFans account. New Subscriber: User9982 has joined your fan club. User9982 has sent you a tip: $2,000.00.

I ask, and her eyes go wide. “I’m sorry?” She says and I shake my head as another woman approaches us and her face goes bright red and that’s when I realise what happened. She is Savannah’s fan, and she got the chance of meeting her idol. She was the one that told Savannah where to go. “Is everything okay here?” The other woman asks and I nod.

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