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obsession:"Selena Moreau's mysteri

been raised by the media. Was wha

one want

as the perso

media pressing against me like a heavy weight, e

family's enemies because of our wealth. Other news repo

som

media fake news. But then I thought about what if the truth

the day, whispers of things I couldn't even understan

filled with sweat all over my body, my heart

ident between Vivanne and Damien. She hasn'

face me after she clearly stabbed me

nted that jerk to call me, to get on his knees

, he would never do something like that. I just had to get

ight it the memo

I woke up

a dream... no, n

ere no longer fra

ese days of blurred visions, I fi

ly seem like a club, it felt... dangerous. Thing

re babe." I asked the

ab

e to it. How was this man connecte

, we're just here to

to Damien, at least he was the only man I kn

than perfe

y what

e rang in my ears,

el, what do

ct for

through me, as if something de

o do this, I'm tired o

ave to do to get all the mo

twice about d

ri

real to me, like it belonge

w tha

I was

abbed me,shoving me to the ground with full f

fe

before everything faded to black. The m

it felt like I was torn apart. My breath came in shor

asn't

ife that I had forgotten-or rat

e, hearing only the distant echoes of my own

ry settled into me. Suffocating and overwhelming

room desperate for air in the cold breeze

a nightmare. I wasn't supposed to be

woken up in a

er b

na M

eau had died t

The accident. The coma. Now the rumo

d wanted S

I had been murdere

this f

this new life as Selena

that never even belonged

he truth about what r

A

Se

given me a second chance to get ju

was, I was goi

me, but there were people I also needed

mi

ian

ent, maybe they never even wanted me to

t Selen

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len

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