pte

arrived lik

d rather than offered rest. She could hear every breath Camille took behind the guest

-out law textbook, and the last on her phone, renamed "Lecture Notes." She told herself it was protocol. Precaution. a result of

She never inquired about the video. Didn't ask if Avery had found anything new. She just made coffee,

led off the press conference.

mille continued. "It feels too precise. As though they knew precisely when to strike. I'm aware, Avery wante

ll. No advisers. You and I alone until we know m

rlin contact who owed her favors and lived in the shadows of digital sub

that Camille had built her life on ambition and glassy charm. a woman slowly falling apart in the

ved in her. Now she protected her because she wa

aybe, just maybe-because she wasn'

clair, nestled on the wooded hillside, brimmed with guests wrapped in damp shawls and silk umbrellas, bustling betw

f the attention. Her heart pounded with dread as Camille-no, Luna, behind a veil of antique lace and mystery-stepped slowly forward. A work of art made of ivory silk and hidden truths, her dress sparkled. As she walked past the rows of whispering faces, she noticed someone-a ghost in the fl

up from the first row. The silence spread quickly. With his focus on Camil

ne said, voice steady, "I believe the

cut t

pped aside. From the aisle, Margot Selwyn, Camille's former conf

f Camille interacting with known Red Veil agents. Next, financial records, offshore transactions under aliases. Finally, a letter-coded, but

n't just a lie." "It's tr

urned to Camill

dn't meet

retreated. Her voice cracke

athed. "But not

ille. The debts. the family's betrayal of her. The music label that sold her body mor

Ethan, tears streaking her cheeks. She

could speak,

riveway. Detective Verge, trenchcoat soaked, marched u

ustody." Camille turned to Ethan. "I never mea

ivered one last task: pass along information from Ethan's private collection-a ledger kept in his study, connected to black-market art dealings that could implicate major political figures. Camille refused. When Jonas got Margot involved, he fed her fake documents and half-truths, turning her once-loyal

ide the manor gates with a packed bag and Luna's forged passport in her pocket. But Ethan's voice-h

her hand to be fo

c rose, everything

by Margot. The wedding wasn't just a ceremony; it w

the manor, Camille didn'

this." She turned to the guests, her voice calm. "I wa

dversaries realized that her tears

like a man who'd just pulled the plug on a grenade. Margot remained still, victory laced acro

nto her Cayman accounts. Look for funds tied to 'LUNARIA.' She's not

iss a thread, motioned

ut no longer a husband. The only sound in the room was distant thunder.

confusion, and love a

lieve," he said. "I thoug

oft. "Maybe I was. But n

en she

ing to his officers. "Get me everything

in didn

did the r