Forced Marriage, Hidden Scandal

rface, there was a darkness that Elara was only beginning to understand. As she and Aidan delved deeper into the tangled web of power and deceit, she realized how litt

and cryptic meetings in hidden corners of the city. They had infiltrated the ranks of those who controlled the wealth and power, the families who had

future that was rapidly forming before her eyes. Every conversation she had with Aidan seemed to reveal m

th scattered files and digital monitors, Aidan's voice b

eart skipping a beat. She had been expecting this, but now

in the city. They've got their hands in everything-technology, real estate, pharmaceutical

of their influence, of the ruthlessness that ran through their veins. This was no longer just about her

this?" Elara asked, her v

than she's letting on. If we're going to bring the people who killed your father to justic

ir downfall. The thought of confronting her, of getting tangled up with someone so powerful, sent a wave of apprehension

she asked, determ

plan. "I've been in contact with a few of my sources, people who owe me favors. Vivienne has a private charity event tomorrow night. It's an e

hardened. "

er, his eyes narrowing. "It's too dangero

her voice firm. "I have just as much to lose as

was in this now, whether he liked it or not. "Fine. But we do this carefully. We don't reveal to

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venues in Jakarta, a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city. The security was tight, the guest list carefully curated. It was a place where the ci

as simple but elegant, the kind of attire that spoke of quiet confidence and wealth. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and her mak

always the strategist, always calculating every move, every detail. And as they made their

black cars lined the driveway. Elara felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as they passed through the grand archway a

, her mind racing as she scanned the room for any sign of Vivienne Marchand. The sound of laughter and the clink of cham

Vivienne Marchand. She was everything Elara had imagined-poised, confident, and exuding an air of quiet power. Her eyes scanne

e smooth and velvety as she descended

tight. "Vivienne

tween them. There was something more to this meeting than j

ienne continued, her eyes briefly flickin

extending her hand.

oment, then shifted back to Aidan. "I hope t

n in her eyes. Vivienne knew more than she was letting on. And Ela