Beneath the Velvet Lie I

View: L

ssian Wolfhart flash a disarming smile for the press suited,

camera was a lie

en-figure empire was the man res

ent's chipped walls. Outside, the city moaned through traffic and neon. But inside, a

ee... it was planned. They r

old tea I hadn't touched in hours. On-screen,

arency, innovation, and human-first technology.

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roken and suicidal. Legacies didn't scrub thei

arade-but then he turned. Just a glance towar

rrogance and midnight charm-but because I swore he knew. Knew someone,

taring into the ho

the way they always did. Not the star-st

that smiled while it pulled the rug out from under you. I was going to ruin him, from the

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idn't make it throug

picked it up-an encrypted message blinkin

is live. You've got an invite. Th

na-Reyna Lancaster, tech heiress and investor, had been accept

l the shift

ee

il I met the w

a scar above my dresser. My reflection met me, green eyes sharp

t a journalist now," I told myself, ba

Wolfhart would b

the truth bene