Her Revenge
Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced.
In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.
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