Breaking The Spotlight
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ance of the Grand Riviera Hotel. Celeste Laurent had been to enough premieres and press events to kno
the door before reporters lun
What do you have to s
ou've been secretly da
at about you
nearly made her st
t did nothing to cool the fire of irritation simmering beneath her skin. She had just landed from an o
entrance. Hotel security tried to push back, but nothi
ne plastered across the
STE LAURENT & DAMIEN SIN
n Sinclair, her ex, and the only man who had ever
nt one, yet it had been manipulated to look like it had onl
needed to get inside
p, deep voice cut
to turn around t
osing as ever, dressed in a crisp charcoal suit that only enhanced the sharpness of his frame. His dark
to a frenzy at the si
the engage
are you confirm
o you have
. She wouldn't give them what t
t one to ignore chaos. In fact, he e
e controlled the
e, she felt a hand wrap around h
rmured against her ear,
instead, she let him lead her through the doors, away from the relentless flashi
e moment the doors clos
ed, yanking her wrist free. "An en
evator wall, unbothered. "Th
wer? Well here's one fo
but his eyes remained sharp. "You'r
r arms. "I'd rath
his jacket pocket and handed he
verywhere. Every major media outlet had picked up the 'engagement.' Some even had
rumour," she realized. "This was planted
slipping his hands into
tory out. Someone powerful enough to manipulate headline
her eyes. "Di
tightene
l are you acting
cking doesn't
you would say that, after all you're Damien
nge, but there was someth
er a moment. "Someone is trying to use us. And
caught. "Play alo
rkened. "We make t
ack, shaking her head
les
hink I'm going to prete
story spiral out of control. Let the media tu
bled. "This is
razor-sharp.
ch. The memories, the past, the way he could sti
hispered. "Does this help
he hesitated, and th
on. "I don't owe you anything, Damien.
e right. But this isn't about the past. It's about the present. And if you don't t
asn't wrong, and she hated t
y. The entertainment industry thrived on perception, and a fabricated enga
k. But time was somethi
her chin. "If I agree to t
d in the faintest trace of am
ol the story, not the other way around. And when this
aze. Something dangerous. "I
but as she looked at the city lights sprawling beneath t
? Well, he had alwa