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Chapter 1

Word Count: 2370    |    Released on: 03/06/2025

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amous faces smiling at me

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be annoyed, to lea

cancelled

side, brought me

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likes...

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he *cares*. He cares for

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amed. "Let's find out. A

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in my gut. T

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was

felt from him

toria "ran into me"

rcus's hand possess

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diculously ornate mo

once, just because I admired a little tiara there.

icked to mi

d film festival? We had such memories ther

as a small,

lt s

few nights later, I

rcus's executives, their

bad for Sinclair. Nev

Europe? Always coincided with her film p

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s a

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nsisted

entatious kisses, his a

Victoria, who watched with

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like a

ourse, Victoria pressed h

ured, her voice faint. "My migr

instantly a

home," he sai

at me as he led Vict

ned. P

the fin

artment, my cheeks bu

to UCLA's film program. I'd deferred it

esigned, vintage-style clapp

on it: "O

it into the trash can with

ry. Wha

essentials. My clothes

a, his most precious possession h

he bedroom

ilk robe clinging to her,

here now. In M

o soon, li

the Super 8 camera

perfectly manicured fi

s old. Probabl

led it c

n cold. "Pl

her voice soft bu

king you could ever be more than a temporary amusement.

her's

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tantly, I san

I'm

rds ch

made a small sound,

ver nothing, he

om her hand, arcin

e two carpeted steps leading into the sunken part

marble floor with

the room, his fa

the steps, clutching her ank

angry I found her packing to sneak away! She atta

n't even l

as a physi

his fingers diggi

teful litt

wn a flight of stairs, to his exp

ved me

hut, the lock clicking w

ess.

. I don't kn

loor, shivering, clutching th

the loc

silhouetted against

uper 8 camera. It

id, his voice flat,

forget thi

a cellar for hours because

actions, no remor

e even considered I

amera, my ha

oldened, bega

arrive

t exclusive Hollywood part

necklace Marcus had gifted *me* weeks ago, claim

was a fresh

my class

, trying to build a wall aroun

a raw, personal piece, t

he festival, m

I saw

ntering the auditorium

in the VI

cquaintances, sycophants who knew

dly, "Marcus, darling! Do you remember that littl

ned to me, t

er voice dripping with false sweetness, loud en

do you k

ly at me. His eyes w

nited front with Victori

ife," he said, his voice carry

Crushed wasn't a s

in. I would not le

ag

was Marcus'

arty at his mansion, the

one-way ticket t

reathe air that wasn't th

be LA, maybe screenwriting

safe, that was th

done. His pa

ng, I pulled

short text

he Majestic is safe, so our arrangeme

it

my phone and walk

my's absence

ease that grew with

uzzed. A te

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" "Goo

slammed

ng her. Straig

sperate pani

oring the confused calls of his gue

apartment he'd

mostl

e gone. Her boo

chen trash

erboard. "Our St

to the coffeemaker, sat t

a small,

embled as h

nt more than you know. I hope you f

ords, the quiet dignity, hit

ool, the note clu

nuine, aching tenderness he'd mistaken

ing weight of his own

oyed somethi

broke

, she w

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