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

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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