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Chapter 8 – Cracks in the Mirror
Author: Healing-Pen
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The morning headlines screamed Jolie’s name.

“CRANE QUEEN PROMISES MILLIONS – CAN SHE DELIVER?”

“JOLIE CRANE: CHARITY OR CHARADE?”

She slammed her tablet onto the vanity, the glass nearly shattering. Her reflection glared back at her, perfect hair, flawless makeup, but eyes rimmed with sleepless shadows. “Damn him,” she hissed.

“Talking to yourself again?” Daniel muttered, emerging from the bathroom, towel around his waist. He glanced at the headlines, his jaw tightening. “Black set us up. We should’ve walked out the moment he opened his mouth.”

Jolie snapped, “And look weak? No. I won’t give him that satisfaction.”

Daniel snorted. “You already did. Now the vultures are circling.”

Her nails dug into the vanity wood. “Then I’ll find out who the hell Adrian Black really is.”

By noon, she was in her study, scrolling through encrypted databases, calling private investigators, whispering commands into burner phones.

“Adrian Black,” she repeated, staring at the name on her screen. “No birth
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