Vedant
Fortunately, the article found me before it made its way to my father. Emblazoned in bold type was the accusation: “Orphan Girl Manipulates Pack’s Most Eligible Bachelor.”
I know what I’ll see before I can even open the link.
And then she’s there, in my living room, smiling because she has no idea that someone is spying on her and recording just outside the door.
My blood runs cold as I read the first paragraph of the article that accompanies it. Every word drips with venom, like whoever the anonymous author was had a clear bias.
Chiara’s name is twisted into a caricature of desperation, her kindness reduced to some cheap ploy to wring money and connections from me. They call her an opportunist carelessly and dismiss the real reason she was in my home with such ease.
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