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MAX POV The crowd's applause thundered around me, but I could only stand frozen, staring at her. She was stunning. Her beauty was captivating but intimidating, wrapped in an air of untouchable grace. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her gown was like liquid gold under the light. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Something about her drew me in, a magnetism that defied explanation but I knew it wasn't love… It was power, fame and wealth that made me want to be close to her.

The Anatomy of an Obsession Vance shifted the display on his left monitor, revealing a timeline of the digital footprints left by Sebastian’s wife, Victoria Sorgentone—a woman whose life, heavily modeled on the public profile of figures like Jennifer Flavin Stallone, was a meticulous exercise in corporate beauty and high-society domesticity. Victoria wasn't just a wife; she was the architect of the Sorgentone commercial empire. She ran Sorgentone Botanicals, a multi-million-dollar wellness and skincare line that promised its consumers the secret to "ageless, fortress-like preservation." Her social media feeds were an endless stream of pristine, sunlit images: her daughters laughing on yachts

And you’re a virgin,’ she yells jumping on her bed like it’s a trampoline. ‘We need to get you laid girlfriend! Or better yet: have you ever thought about selling your virginity? Do you know how many rich men would want to buy your virginity? You’d probably get paid enough to buy your own house!’ She yells, jumping up and down on the bed again. ‘Hailey! Stop yelling. All the other women will hear, and no! I’m not going to sell my virginity. I’m not something you can just buy. Besides, I wouldn’t give it to someone who wants it for the wrong reasons,’ I explain.

I waited. "There's something I need to tell you," she said. I waited. "Victoria came to see a journalist," she said. "Three weeks ago. She brought a folder — hospital photographs, a birth certificate copy, a financial trail on A.R. Holdings. She was going to run an exposé. Framing me as a predator who manipulated your career." I was very still.

The request form was partially visible, but the signature at the bottom was clear,Victoria Blackwell, written in elegant script. “Holy shit,” Zoe breathed. “She was literally stalking you through university records?” “It gets worse.” I scrolled to the next photo. “Sam found email chains between Victoria and someone at the gossip blog TownTalk. They’ve been coordinating the release of information for maximum impact.” The emails were damning. Victoria’s personal account was full of messages about “timing the pregnancy reveal” and “controlling the story.” One message made my blood run cold: “Make sure to show her desperation. Poor scholarship girl, sick mother, money problems. Make her look lik

The first headline appeared on a Wednesday. Victoria was sitting in her office at the institute, reviewing grant proposals, when her phone buzzed with a text from Patricia: “Have you seen this?” Followed by a link. She clicked it. “MEDICAL MOGUL’S DARK PAST: Victoria Hamilton’s Secret History of Betrayal and Deceit.”

Crystal laughed and said, “You are just too much. If it weren’t for you, I would be skipping school today. I am so tired!” “Well,” Serenity said, “I’m glad you’re up!” Crystal: “Why are you so chipper, anyway? Shouldn’t you be hungover?” Serenity: “Nah! I never get hungover - Well... almost never.” Serenity grabbed the bra from the bed to hand it to Crystal, and she happened to notice the brand name on the tag. And she gasped. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Crystal, this bra is from the Heavenly Star line by Victoria’s Secret! You have so many new clothes, and they are all from expensive brands! This bra, for example, is from the most valuable collection in the world!”

You couldn't expect me to shop for Della only. I did buy lots of things for her and did not forget every single person in the Oakenhold mansion. It's a way to thank them. My last spot was Victoria's Secret. The only place where my guards did not follow me. It's a little relief honestly, otherwise, it's suffocating. I had already become public and with guards following me, I drew too much attention. In the store of Victoria's Secret, I saw things and picked up those catching my eye. In the lingerie section, one red see-through lingerie paused me. It seemed something I would like to wear for my husband.

At V&M fashion house, Victoria held her phone tightly, almost cracking her fingers on the process, working with Cynthia was proving a challenge, she had no idea how she would burge in there and demand they give her a limited edition dress. She felt a headache coming in. Timothy, who had just walked in with a new model, spotted her and walked over. "Victoria", she turned the moment she heard his voice,

I can no longer continue, the situation is much too unhealthy. “ I don't know if I... If I could be…" “Lexa I'm sorry, about the other evening my mother's behavior was inappropriate. But you remain my best friend and I need you, more than ever." She shows me the tattooed man's black card and I cross my arms against my chest. Me, an independent young woman,I will spend someone else's money person ? What's more, Damon? “ Victoria's Secret released its new collection it fits really well thinking back.” I let go, putting down my index finger on my lower lip.