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Chapter 8

Word Count: 702    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

uest bathroom. She refused Fion

down and turned the faucet, letting the freezing cold water bla

ghs. The temperature shock was brutal, sending violent shivers dow

on it hard, muffling her own ragged breathing

Aubree sat on the small guest bed, her hands trembling as she smeared thick, white bu

collapsed back onto the pillows. She felt compl

state was pitch black. Th

he side. Her cell phone

screen. The bold black letters of t

Blonde Beauty to Hamptons

ed the screen. A high-defin

tightly around Allyson's shoulders, pulling her into his chest to shield her from

he realization settled over her like a heavy blanket of snow. In the dead of night, at a highly secured private clinic, paparazzi didn't just happen to be waiting. Allyson or G

She did not cry. Her tear du

t that she was nothing. In this

essages and scrolled down until she found the

quickly over the glass. Is that pop-up

eared immediately. Cleo

you final

ng, feeling the dull throb

money. I nee

string of heart e

ct, packaging boxes. She looked down at her hands. They were slightly rough from years of doing chores Godfr

casting a pale grey lig

or opened, and footsteps echoe

e kept her eyes on her tablet, desig

eek l

behind a folding table on a crowded street in Williamsburg. S

ray of freshly baked red ve

and roasted coffee from the neighboring stalls. For the first time

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