Mara POV
My phone vibrates at 6:47 a.m., dragging me up from sleep.
Diana's name flashes on the screen. My heart drops.
"Di? What's wrong?" My voice is hoarse from the sleep. "Is Dad okay?"
"Have you seen it?" Her voice is panicked, shaking. "Mara, have you seen the article?"
"What article?" I'm already pulling up my browser, dread pooling in my stomach.
"It's everywhere. Twitter. i********:. Every gossip site." Diana's breath hitches. "They're destroying you."
The headline catches me off guard:
DESPERATE GOLD-DIGGER: How Mara Quinn Trapped Billionaire Lucien Cross
Below it, a photo from last night's gala. Lucien's hand on my waist. My smile frozen. The caption: Playing the devoted wife or playing the long con?
I click. Read. Feel my world disintegrate word by word.
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