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"So, Veronica, tell me about you." "Me?" she asked, puzzled. "Well, I was born in the U.S., got adopted there… my foster parents died after a big accident in Virginia… uhh… I've had no boyfriend since birth and Tony is my first. I like slacking off more, and what else do you want to know?" "Did your parents tell you you were born and got adopted in the U.S.?" Veronica bounced her head in agreement. "What if you weren't?" Sylvia asked, giving her a hint. Veronica already knew the whole story that Sabrina made. She had calculated it all.

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“Well, Pyra. People aren’t as simple as you make them to be. It’s obvious that you’re beautiful and people will want to take control of that, and let’s face it, you’re a bitch sometimes—“ I gave her a sharp look, and she laughed softly. “Oh come on. Let’s face it. That’s not all you are.” “You’re also my best friend. And most of all, You, Pyra, is my sister.” The dam of tears I was holding back fell instantly, and I collided my body hard against her in a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you… thank you so much.” Veronica brought something out of her pocket, showing me. “Do you know what this is?”

"Pathetic. And to think she dares to pursue James Foster." I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet the curious stares. There was no defense against the truth - I was damaged, contaminated, unworthy. "I have something to show everyone," Veronica announced, pulling out her pack communication device. The sudden declaration made my head snap up. "What are you doing?" Her smile was poison. "Reminding everyone who you really are." My heart raced. "Veronica, please—" "Please what?" she mocked, her fingers working across her device screen. "Please don't show how the mighty Stone Pack princess was treated at the Academy? Please don't reveal your shame?"

I turned to leave when I felt his hand grab mine firmly, pulling roughly before slamming me down on the desk. “Oh, you will listen,” he seethed. He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped it rapidly before shoving the device to my face. It was a picture of William and me under the covers; it looked like it was taken this morning based on how the light was peeking from the edge of the curtains. Veronica. “Veronica sent this to me, and I was stunned. I doubted her for a second—maybe she had generated it through AI—but seeing you shamelessly waltzing into the office with your sex hair and your ripped clothes, I was a fool to doubt her.”

The sky was full of stars, peaceful in a way that almost felt mocking. The quiet didn’t last. The sound of my phone ringing from my room shattered the stillness. My heart lurched. I hurried back inside and grabbed it. It was Taylor. My brows knitted instantly, my pulse jumping. A bad feeling settled deep in my chest. “Yes, Taylor. What’s wrong?” “Veronica woke up!” His voice was sharp and hoarse. “She woke up. But she’s asking for a woman named Yvonne. Constantly.” “Yvonne?” My eyes narrowed. “Yvonne Rogers?”

“Look. Pictures. She’s baiting him. This is all a performance.” Veronica glances at the screen, then back at me, unimpressed. “It shows her… sitting at dinner.” “With him,” I press. “Smiling at him. You know what that means.” “What it means,” Veronica says slowly, “is that she’s here. And Nico wants her here. Whether you or I like it, Sydney, that’s the truth.” My stomach twists. “So you’ll just let her replace me?” “She can’t replace you,” Veronica replies, but her voice is distant. Noncommittal.

“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

This has to be someone else with the same profile picture… right? Rita chimed in next, more direct and far less confused: Rita: [Nope. That’s definitely Alexander. What is he thinking?!] And then the storm truly began. Since Serena had posted from her verified work account—the one associated with her real professional standing—many prominent figures she had collaborated with in business and media saw it immediately. Conversations started to swirl in private group chats and high-profile message threads across the city. “Wait—isn’t that Alexander Vanderbilt?” “Wasn’t he seen leaving with someone at Victor’s party?”

“Don’t read anything online. Let the PR team handle it. Nikolai’s already called me this morning; he’s working on getting those videos removed.” Veronica sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good! Because if I see another post calling you a gold digger, I’m going to start naming names.” Cassie chuckled quietly. “You’ll pick a fight with the whole country then.” “Well,” Veronica replied with a sly smirk, “I fight better when the enemy’s big.” Rafael rolled his eyes. “You fight better when the cameras are on you.” “Oh, please.” Veronica stood, brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt. “Speaking of cameras, I have a photoshoot in an hour. My team’s probably already crying without