Chapter 6 - The Unspoken Truth
Eleanor’s face drained of color, her foundation suddenly looking like chalk against skin tightened by sheer humiliation. Realizing she had crossed an invisible, catastrophic line she didn't even know existed, she gathered the sweeping fabric of her gold-sequined gown and turned on her heel, fleeing into the shimmering crowd without another word.
The space around them cleared, leaving only the two of them standing amidst the glittering wreckage of spilled champagne and broken glass.
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Adrian lowered his gaze back to the open locket in his palm, his thumb tracing the engraved initials on the back: M.S.
He looked at Chloe, who stood frozen, shrinking away from him out of habit, expecting another blow, another accusation, another cruel eviction from a world that had never wanted her. Instead, the billionaire heir of the Sterling empire dropped to one knee amidst the glass shards, completely ignoring the expensive fabric of his trousers brushing against the sticky floor.
