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Vanessa said. How do I know you’re not just lying so I won’t expose you?” Danielle asked. She wasn't foolish at all. In fact, she was far smarter than most people she dealt with, and she knew exactly how these situations worked. She had been in the game long enough to understand it all, which was why she hadn’t even mentioned her other blackmail request yet. Because you’ve just been chosen as our star of the season,” Vanessa said. Danielle could hardly believe what she was hearing. She felt like screaming, but she stopped herself because it would ruin her composure. She wasn’t the type to behave like a newbie who would shout and nearly roll on the floor over a first big win.

she said after a pause, the name sounding forced on her tongue. Before Arya could respond, footsteps echoed down the stairs and Danielle descended with all the grace and performance of someone who had perfected the art of appearing nice and pleasant while it was all a facade. Her smile was wide, her eyes bright, and when she reached us, she ignored me and hugged Arya like they were friends. “Oh my goodness,” Danielle gushed. “It’s been so long…you look absolutely radiant.” “Thank you…you look really nice too.” Arya smiled at her.

Danielle “That’s the thing, Danielle, you can’t be pack-less because you already have a pack. Darling, don’t get yourself all worked up for nothing. It’s not like I am really going to steal your life, as you make it seem. You have refused to listen to me. If you just listen to me instead of getting yourself all worked up, then we can actually talk.”

Selene says. “Danielle, try your gift.” Niobe suggests without any further instructions. Danielle moves to kneel in front of me looking almost apologetic, like she’s afraid of what she’s about to do. “Don’t worry, anything you do can’t be any worse than what I feel right now. If the bastards who did this to me aren’t dead already, they will die a slow and torturous death.” I manage to mumble out. I don’t think I was helping Danielle feel any more calm, but my pain was driving my anger.

She grunts, yanking her hand free. Audrey keeps getting closer, “Danielle, that's an Alpha’s order.” I gritt through my teeth. “Oh my God,” she gasps, “You are…hi Drey!” She says, her tone very high-pitched now. “Nice dress.” “Thanks,” Audrey flips her hair. “You look good yourself.” “Please,” Danielle snickers, “I’m bloated like a whale.” “All in your head,” Audrey tells her, touching her hair. “You look beautiful.”

The touch lasted less than a second. Yet somehow it steadied her. "Thank you." He gave a short nod. Nothing more. The performance remained intact. Stella watched everything. Every movement. Every glance. Every silence. And that worried Dani more than if Stella had asked direct questions. Because direct questions had answers. Stella preferred observation. Preferred collecting information. Preferred waiting. Like a spider. Patient. Careful. Certain the web would eventually catch something. "You've seemed distracted lately." The statement landed softly. Like a compliment.

After that, Aaron led a group of people away. The video ended there. Danielle raised her hand and scratched her eyebrows. Good friends of the opposite sex who would help her… Aaron sure reacted quickly enough. Danielle gave Karl a call, which was soon connected. The first thing she did was praise Aaron. “Where did you find a secretary like that? He’s so reliable!” Karl frowned. “Is he the only one who’s reliable?” “Huh?” Danielle said, “I mean, he performed very well just now. Of course, Ana did a good job too.”

DANI one month later, "And the winner is..." Molly Mae pauses. "Dani Fox!" Thunderous claps burst in the room. A heavy rain of confetti pours down on the stage. Everyone is screaming my name. Molly walks towards me with a huge smile and gives me the golden trophy. Stella Stone is glaring at me from the corner. I take the microphone and stand on the centre stage to give my speech. "Thankyou so much for the -" Damien appears out of nowhere and grabs the golden trophy from my hand. He pushes me and takes the microphone. My heart stops. The audience gasps in shock.

I would not allow Adrian fucking Valentino walk over me like he was used to doing to other girls. I was determined to show him that I was not one of the many girls who threw themselves at him and would do every of his biddings. I was Danielle Dawson. I was a different type of breed. I was confident, strong, and beautiful, and no body, not even the most powerful man in the whole of New York, could break me and make me feel less of myself. Adrian cleared his throat a second time, the sound echoing in the room, breaking me out of my reverie and restoring the room to silence once more.

If I ever decided to fall in love, I’d want to have something along the lines of what Danielle and Trey shared. “Earth to you, Ari!” Danielle snapped her fingers in front of my face, jolting me out of my reverie. “I was taking a moment to admire the magic dust you sprinkled on me,” I said, smiling at her. “I told you to sit still and let me do my magic.” Danielle gushed. She looked equally as stunning—if not more than I was in her sundress with flower petals. It stopped just above her knees and she wore knee-high boots to match, her hair was styled perfectly and her makeup was exquisite.