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I look up at him, tired, drained. — They’re exaggerating everything. It’s nothing like they describe. He steps closer, hands me his phone. His face is pale. — Do you know what Le Monde is saying? That you’re the “unofficial companion of Alexandre Delcourt.” That there’s a “discreet yet persistent” relationship between him and my personal assistant. And that Daniel is the “disruptive third party.” I read the words. And this time, I feel the ground sway beneath my feet.

Flashlight and shutter sounds filled the hall as people took pictures of them while some were taking videos of the moment for later documentation. "Adelie..." Asher, who has been silent all along finally spoke up, her eyes boring invisible holes in her body. "I love you. I have always loved you. I know this is wrong, knowing that you are my sister, but I can't help it. I love you with everything in me," Asher confessed to her, and that made everyone feel even more disgusted. She stared at him, broken. She felt her heart breaking into a million pieces, and just like that, tears brimmed in her eyes and found their way down her cheeks. Her fear has finally come true... What she has been avoidin

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