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Chapter Seventy
Author: The Ink of D
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Outside a shopping mall, a cluster of cameras had gathered, their lenses on the single entrance.

Cassandra stepped from the sleek black car with Liam by her side. Her hand, gloved and poised, rested lightly on his arm. For the first time since their carefully orchestrated marriage, she wore her wedding band openly.

The glint was subtle under the portico lights, but to the photographers waiting in the shadows, it was a flare in the dark.

Liam, sharp in his LV suit, had not noticed the gathering at first. He was busy rehearsing lines for small talk, scanning the guest list in his head, calculating who among tonight’s attendees might prove useful. But the momentary hush of the street broke into a rustle of activity—the unmistakable whir of shutters, the rapid staccato of cameras firing in unison.

His grip on Cassandra’s arm tightened instinctively. “We’ve been seen,” he murmured, lips barely moving.

Cassandra’s expression did not flicker. She smiled with practiced ease, tilting her chin
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