NATALIA
It had been days since that night at the restaurant when the paparazzi had rushed me and Wesley had swept in like some kind of hero from a movie. He had carried me to my car, his strong arms holding me close while cameras flashed all around us. That single moment had gone completely viral. Every news site, every social media page, every gossip blog was playing the video on repeat. People were calling it romantic. Some said it was proof that we were in love. Others still whispered that it was all part of a bigger plan. But none of that mattered to the numbers. The campaign had exploded. Pre-orders were climbing fast. The project that had been struggling under the scrutiny of the scandal was now shining brighter than ever.
I sat in my office with my phone in my hand, scrolling thro
