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The scandal surrounding Harper Luxuries continued to escalate. Financial analysts tore apart the company’s records, exposing even deeper corruption than initially reported. Clients and investors withdrew their support, and the luxury brand’s reputation nosedived. Eva remained a silent observer, never once stepping into the chaos. She didn’t need to. The mess Christine and Mark had walked into was unraveling all on its own. Two.days later, Eva had had just finished another photoshoot and was busy resting in her dressing room when Gwen casually entered the room as she scrolled through her phone, letting out a low whistle. “Christine’s in full damage control mode, but it’s not working. Every brand connected to Harper Luxuries is distancing themselves. She’s lost all credibility.” Trix smirked. “Mark isn’t doing any better. His name is being dragged through the mud for backing a sinking company. There are even rumors his family is furious at him for making such a reckless investment.”

Eva lounged in the living room of her hotel suite, one leg crossed over the other, casually munching on chips as she scrolled through the latest article on her phone. The bold headline blared across the screen:"The Truth About Eva: Manipulation, Power Plays, and Industry Secrets."A slow, amused smile curved on her lips as she read through the carefully crafted insinuations. Lies twisted with half-truths, designed to cast doubt on her success. Predictable.She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. Did they really think this would break her? Just as she was about to scroll further, the door burst open.“What the hell is this?!” Trix’s voice filled the room as she stormed in, holding up her phone.Gwen followed closely behind, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “Eva, this isn’t funny! Someone is trying to ruin you.”Eva looked up lazily, still smiling. “I know.”Trix gaped at her. “You know?! And you’re just sitting here smiling? Eva, this article is everywhere—peopl

Eva sat on the couch, feeling bored. The scandal had caused too much noise, and going home—where the paparazzi were undoubtedly lurking—was out of the question.With a sigh, Eva reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over Damien for a moment before she pressed the call button.The phone rang twice before his deep, smooth voice came through. “Eva.”Just her name. Nothing more. But there was something in the way he said it—low, controlled, yet sharp with attention—that made her exhale slowly.“Hey,” she murmured, leaning against the plush headboard.Silence. Then, “What’s wrong?”She almost smiled. He always saw through her.“I can’t go home,” she admitted, rubbing her temple. “The reporters are camped outside. And after today’s interview… they’ll only get worse.”Damien didn’t answer immediately. She could hear the faint rustling of papers, the click of a pen, before he finally spoke. “Where are you?”“Penthouse suite at the Grand Royale,” she repli

The dim candlelight cast a golden glow over the elegantly set dining table. A soft melody played in the background, filling the room with warmth. Christine had spent hours preparing this—his favorite dishes, the finest wine. Tonight had to be perfect.She glanced at the clock anxiously. Mark would be home soon. And she had to fix this.The front door finally opened, and Mark stepped inside. His face was tired, his eyes dark with frustration. He didn’t even glance at the romantic dinner she had prepared. Instead, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.“Christine, what is this?” His voice was cold.Christine swallowed and stepped toward him. “A dinner. For us.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “A dinner? Christine, do you have any idea what I’ve been dealing with? My father’s furious. Investors are backing out after the Harper Luxuries. I've lost of funds.” His voice grew sharper, filled with exhaustion. “And do you know what people are whispering? That my own fiancée might

Christine sat alone in the dimly lit hotel, her fingers lightly tapping against the side of her untouched wine glass. The usually confident and composed woman looked lost in thought, her expression unreadable as she stared at the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.Everything she had planned against Eva had backfired spectacularly. Instead of destroying Eva’s reputation, she had only fueled the public’s admiration for her. The industry was turning against Christine, and the narrative was slipping out of her control.A soft click of heels echoed through the room, breaking Christine from her thoughts.“Christine?”She turned her head slightly, finding Tanya standing near the entrance, a curious look on her face.Tanya was one of the few people Christine trusted—or rather, tolerated—because she was useful. Smart, cunning, and always willing to play dirty, Tanya had been by Christine’s side long enough to know exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted.“Wh