The flashing of the media cameras was blinding. The giant projector screen behind us held the undeniable proof of my manufactured life, glowing in harsh, unforgiving letters for the entire world to see. Shouts erupted from the high-society crowd. Billionaires and corporate tycoons were scrambling for the exits, terrified of being linked to the Blackwood Matriarch's dirty secrets. The sirens outside the Grand Palace Hotel grew louder, their red and blue lights reflecting wildly against the high glass windows of the ballroom.
Beside me, Ethan's grip on my waist was firm, anchoring me against his side. His breathing was heavy, his chest expanding against the tailored fabric of his tuxedo jacket. His dark eyes fixed on his mother, tracking her every movement like a hawk watching a viper.
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