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ned to their desks, detectives shelved old files, and the hum of city life resumed. Rebecca sat in her sunlit kitchen, sipping mint tea, trying to dismiss the strange call as a bad dream. Allen dismissed

clung to her like perfume. Born into the Miller fortune-oil, railroads, and four generations of political donations-Rebecca gr

er core, Rebecca is a master manipulator-her greatest strength and deadliest flaw. With a calm demeanor and sharp intellect, she navigates deception like a sea

lling ease, using charm and vulnerability as tools rather than genuine expression. This trait allows her to maintain multip

illed with betrayal and abandonment, which taught her to rely only on herself. Her independence manifests in her c

t a narrative, and control a room. Her background in theater and psychology gives her an uncanny abilit

nfronted by someone she once truly cared for, like Samuel. These moments blur the line between

is both the poison and the antidote-seduc

d ambition," the headlines called it. But beneath the champagne toasts and curated s

d of corruption and rotted institutions. But behind closed doors, the methods he used to reach his current post as State Commissioner of Public Integrity weren't just unortho

just enough t

tor who never blinked during interrogations. There were moments, rare and intimate, when he was still the man she fell in love

s, untraceable phone calls, and long nights locked in his offic

he cold wall growing between them

o, was fe

mbled when she said she heard... her own heartbeat. No caller. Just her puls

andom. It w

otes sifted through, documents left just slightly out of place. Noth

aced down press mobs, Senate hearings, and death threats. This wasn't ne

truly trusted

doubt. She loved Allen. She believed in his mission. But ho

erneath her diamond necklace and custom gowns, Rebecca wore an armor of politeness, always listening for whispers, wat

us. She'd fumbled during a luncheon, nearly spilled water on the Governor's lap. Reb

here w

ow corners of the administration. He spoke rarely, observed constantly. Rebecca had seen him slip a folded envelope into a

The family name no longer protected her. And Allen, whil

ot now. Not when the quiet aro

rms don't begin with thunder. They begin with silenc

lence w

screamed that something catas

achable. Her phone buzzed-a text from a blocked number: Do you remember what he did in Marseille? Her blood froze. She'd never spoken of Marseille. Not to anyone. Outside, Cruz wa