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Chapter 3 Parisian Illusions
e to throw it across the jet. The stone was elegant, flawless, and undoubtedly expensi
lance, absorbed in his tablet as if they weren't flyin
this and given herself three months to endure it, r
" Damien remarked
im a glare. "I
. "You do when yo
hing her fingers from the ar
s piercing grey eyes locking
," she c
r do you enjoy watching your name
cheek. "Why is this man always
moment that their 'engagement' leaked,
flooded social media. Some praised the match, calling them Hollywood's ultimate powe
least, and going to Paris was th
fficial public appearance as a couple. It was the kind of elite affair where the world's most powerful pe
Fine," she said, lifting her chin. "But if we're doi
sed an eye
no over-the-top theatrics. We
hing unreadable. "And if I d
rules. He always had. If he decided that a grand public displ
e, refusing to back
but after a tense pause, he
her was very unsettling. It was as if he was waiting for her
d into light, with cameras flashing, reporters shouting, and
nt because this time, she wasn't just Celeste Laurent, an award-w
forced. He exuded effortless control as he led her onto the red carpet, hi
ulders. She had to remember that she was a
They paused at the entrance of the grand ballroom, a sea of power player
the world we
n murmured in her ear. "We
, but she resisted the urge
en light over the glittering affair. Music played soft
lk of the city," a
Moreau, French actress, model,
r years ago with Damien, it was brief
ainted lips curved into a knowing
ien greeted, h
expression laced with amusement. "You're
d coolly. "It
hat a woman like you would settle down with someone lik
ks. She was baiting her. Tryin
ad played thi
ding along his lapel in an effortless display
t Celeste felt the sub
r hand to his lips, pressing a slow
action of a second before she la
ng a trail of perfume and
ly withdrawing her hand.
red with something u
elf on the dance floor, Damien's
soft melody of the orchestra dro
teady, but she was hyper-
Vanessa well,
ed. "I've dea
. "I don't
n every step. Each step was dangerous. It was too easy to fa
"How long do we ha
ed slightly on her waist
llenge." she thought as she stared into his stor
se. Something that terrified her, and for a momen
e. That beneath the cold calculations and
out before, i
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