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16/11/2025

Season 1 A Taste of Sin

Episode 2: The Edge of Temptation

The dawn broke sluggishly over the city, painting the skyline in muted grays and golds. Damian Blackwood returned to his penthouse, the storm outside a mirror of the chaos within him. He’d touched Ariana’s hand in the rain—felt the warmth, the reckless electricity—but now reality pressed back with suffocating force.

Elena Hart waited, poised as always, sipping her morning tea like nothing had shifted. Her presence was intoxicating, her perfection a constant reminder of the life Damian was supposed to lead.

“You’re late,” Elena said, her tone casual but razor-sharp. “And I don’t like lateness.”

Damian set the glass of water down, leaning against the marble countertop. “I… had business to attend to,” he replied, carefully neutral.

Elena raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Business, hm? Or a walk in the rain with someone else?”

The accusation hung in the air. Damian’s throat tightened. “Elena…” he began, but she interrupted.

“I know,” she said softly, almost amused, “and I don’t need details. But know this, Damian: I always get what I want. And I want you.”

Her words were a mixture of seduction and warning, a dangerous cocktail Damian knew he couldn’t ignore.

INT. ARIANA’S APARTMENT – MORNING

Meanwhile, Ariana sat at her small kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. She replayed the encounter with Damian in the rain over and over in her mind. Every look, every touch, every whispered word was a fire she couldn’t extinguish.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Damian:

“We need to talk. Meet me at the old art gallery tonight. Alone.”

Her pulse quickened. The thrill of secrecy, the danger of crossing boundaries, made her blood race. She knew Elena was a shadow looming over him, and perhaps over them—but that only made the temptation sweeter.

INT. BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE – NIGHT

Damian waited in the grand hall of the gallery, its walls lined with shadows and half-lit masterpieces. The air was thick with tension, anticipation, and the faint scent of rain that clung to him.

Ariana arrived, her coat dripping, eyes dark with desire and defiance. Damian stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

“You came,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

“Of course I did,” she replied. “You didn’t think I’d let you play with fire alone, did you?”

Their gazes locked. Damian wanted to resist—to retreat to the safety and expectation of Elena—but it was too late. The pull between him and Ariana was undeniable, magnetic, and devastatingly dangerous.

He reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. “Every moment with you,” he whispered, “I risk everything.”

Ariana’s lips curved into a daring smile. “Good,” she said softly. “I like danger.”

And with that, the first stolen kiss ignited a firestorm that neither of them could contain.

INT. ELENA’S BEDROOM – SAME NIGHT

Elena sat before her vanity, tracing the contours of her sapphire necklace, a gift Damian had yet to give. Her reflection stared back at her, composed yet fierce.

She knew. She always knew. Damian’s heart might waver, but she had patience, strategy, and a will of iron.

“Let him play,” she murmured to her reflection. “He’ll come back. They always do.”

But even as she spoke, a flicker of unease passed over her. She had never failed to get what she wanted. Until now.

EXT. CITY SKYLINE – NIGHT

Damian and Ariana left the gallery together, rain beginning to fall again. Each step they took was a dance on the edge of ruin, their hearts beating in reckless synchronization.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Damian muttered, voice thick with conflicted desire.

“And yet,” Ariana said, slipping her hand into his, “here you are. Choosing me, even for a moment.”

The city lights reflected in the puddles beneath them, neon streaks merging with shadows—the perfect mirror of their lives. Desire, danger, and defiance intertwined, leaving them with one inevitable truth: once temptation had taken hold, there was no turning back.

To be continued…

15/11/2025

Season 1

A Taste of Sin – Episode 1

The rain fell in relentless sheets over the city, turning the streets into reflective rivers of light. Neon signs flickered in the darkness, their colors rippling across wet asphalt. Inside the dimly lit penthouse atop Blackwood Tower, Damian Blackwood stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of scotch in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the storm outside, yet his mind was miles away, entangled in thoughts he refused to admit aloud.

Damian’s life had always been a study in perfection. Wealth, power, influence—every facet of his existence meticulously curated. Yet, despite the veneer of control, a storm raged inside him far more potent than the one outside. And at the heart of it was Ariana Cole.

She was the type of woman who should never have existed in his world, and yet here she was—sharp, untamed, impossibly captivating. He had met her three nights ago at a charity gala he didn’t want to attend. She had entered the room like a tempest, her presence impossible to ignore, her laughter teasing and dangerous. The world had seemed to bend around her in ways he had never experienced with anyone, not even Elena Hart, his fiancée, who had been carefully molded to fit into his life like a perfect puzzle piece.

A knock on the door pulled him from his reverie.

“Come in,” he called, his voice a low rumble that carried both authority and fatigue.

The door opened to reveal Elena Hart, poised, polished, and smiling with a confidence that made her seem untouchable. She moved like a dancer across the marble floor, her heels clicking with precision.

“Damian,” she purred, “you’ve been ignoring me all evening. I thought perhaps you’d finally succumbed to boredom without me.”

He turned to face her, hiding the turmoil beneath a practiced mask. “I was… thinking,” he said, carefully noncommittal.

Elena’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension. “About me?” she asked, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips.

Damian’s jaw tightened. “About a lot of things.”

She studied him, curiosity flickering in her gaze. “Are we talking about the kind of things one discusses over dinner, or the dangerous kind?”

He didn’t answer immediately, knowing that any word could betray him. And the dangerous kind—well, that was Ariana Cole.

Flashback – Three nights earlier

A gala bathed in gold light, the sound of laughter mingling with clinking glasses. Ariana had stood by the balcony, unnoticed by most, until Damian approached. Their eyes met, and an electric current seemed to pass between them.

“Damian Blackwood,” she said, her voice teasing, “the man everyone talks about, yet no one truly knows.”

“And you are?” he asked, intrigued by her audacity.

“Ariana Cole,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “And I don’t do small talk.”

From that moment, Damian had been ensnared. Every polished conversation with Elena, every calculated smile he gave in public, paled in comparison to the way Ariana made him feel alive—dangerously alive

Back in the penthouse, Damian felt the weight of choices pressing down on him. Elena’s presence was suffocating, her expectations as precise as the tailored lines of her dress. And yet, the memory of Ariana’s laugh, the reckless spark in her eyes, refused to leave him.

Elena stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating, her voice silk wrapped around steel. “You’ve been distant, Damian. Is it work? Or… someone else?”

Damian’s glass trembled slightly in his hand. The truth was a knife-edge he wasn’t ready to wield. “You know I care for you,” he said carefully, “but there are… complications.”

Elena’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a sharpness in her eyes. “Complications?” she echoed. “I’ve dealt with complications before. But I always win.”

Her words hung in the air like a challenge. Damian wanted to run, to call Ariana, to feel something real again, yet the life he had built, the empire, and the expectations—all of it—demanded restraint. And restraint, he knew, was a sin he could never truly master.

Later that night, Damian found himself walking alone on the rain-slicked streets, the city a blur of neon reflections. And then he saw her—Ariana. Standing beneath the flickering glow of a streetlamp, soaked, wild, untamed.

“Ariana…” he whispered, stepping closer.

She smiled, a dangerous, daring smile. “You couldn’t stay away, could you?”

The air between them crackled with tension, a collision of desire and danger. He wanted to resist, to walk away, but every instinct in him screamed to reach for her.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world fell away. Nothing existed but the storm, the city lights, and the burning need that neither of them could deny.

Damian reached out, brushing wet hair from her face. “This… this could ruin everything,” he said, voice low.

Ariana tilted her head, her lips brushing his ear. “Or… it could be the only thing worth living for.”

And as lightning split the sky, the first forbidden touch ignited a fire that neither Damian nor Ariana could ever contain.

To be continued…

13/11/2025

LUST AND LIES

Episode 5: What’s Left of Love (Final Episode)

The sirens wailed in the distance as dawn crept across the Los Angeles skyline, washing the city in shades of gray and guilt. The body of Lila Chase lay covered beneath a white sheet. And beside her, a man once untouchable by law — Ethan Chase — sat on the cold floor, wrists cuffed, eyes vacant.

Kendall watched from outside the police tape, trembling. Her mind replayed every moment — the screams, the struggle, the blood. It felt unreal, like she’d stepped into a movie she couldn’t turn off. Only this one had no hero. Only casualties.

Detective Morris approached, his expression grim. “You need to come with us, Miss Lane. We have questions.”

Kendall nodded numbly, following him into the rain-soaked night.

Two Weeks Later

The story had exploded — Billionaire Tech Icon Arrested in Wife’s Death.
Headlines. Hashtags. Talk shows. Every detail of Ethan Chase’s downfall plastered across the world.

But Kendall knew what the news didn’t: that Lila’s death wasn’t the real ending. It was just the last chapter of a story that began long before she ever met him.

She sat in her small apartment, the one she’d rented after quitting The Daily Beacon. On the table lay a flash drive labeled in Ethan’s handwriting — “For You.”

She had found it tucked inside an envelope sent from his lawyer. She stared at it for hours before finally plugging it into her laptop.

The screen came alive with a video. Ethan’s face appeared — tired, broken, but still somehow sincere.

“Kendall… if you’re watching this, it means I couldn’t fix it.
I didn’t kill Lila. But I killed everything else long before that night.
I let greed turn me into something unrecognizable. I let lies become my language.
I loved you, Kendall. In the only way a ruined man can — desperately.
There’s something you need to know.”

He paused, looking down before continuing.

“Project Mercy wasn’t just a lie — it was a cover-up. Someone else funded it from the shadows. Someone who wanted the research to disappear. And when things went wrong, I took the fall.
His name is Senator Douglas Pierce. He paid to bury the truth, and me along with it.
Everything you need — the files, the evidence — it’s all here. Use it. Expose him.
Don’t let what happened to Lila, to me, to us… be for nothing.”

The screen faded to black.

Kendall sat frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks. The weight of the revelation hit her like thunder. The real monster had been hiding behind power and politics all along.

The next morning, she walked into The Daily Beacon’s newsroom for the first time in months. Heads turned. Whispers followed. But Kendall’s focus was sharp. She went straight to her editor’s office, dropped the flash drive on his desk, and said,

“Run it. All of it.”

Her editor hesitated. “Kendall, this could destroy you.”

“Then let it,” she said softly. “But it’ll save someone else.”

Three Days Later

EXCLUSIVE: SENATOR PIERCE EXPOSED — BILLION-DOLLAR COVER-UP TIED TO ETHAN CHASE CASE.

The story broke like an earthquake. Within hours, the senator was under federal investigation. The truth — buried under layers of deceit, money, and manipulation — finally clawed its way to daylight.

But truth, like justice, doesn’t heal. It only clears the fog long enough to see what’s been lost.

That evening, Kendall visited the county jail where Ethan was being held. The guards led her down a narrow corridor, stopping at a cell where he sat reading a Bible. He looked older — not in years, but in spirit.

He looked up and smiled faintly. “Did you do it?”

“I did,” she whispered. “The world knows now.”

He nodded. “Good. Maybe something good will come from all this mess.”

She hesitated, then stepped closer to the bars. “You could’ve told me everything from the start.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want you dragged into my darkness.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “Too late for that.”

He smiled sadly. “You were the only thing that ever made me believe I could be better.”

Her throat tightened. “Ethan…”

But before she could speak again, a guard called time.

Ethan stood, eyes soft. “Kendall… tell them I wasn’t all bad.”

She nodded. “I will.”

As she walked away, she glanced back one last time. He stood by the bars, watching her — the ghost of the man he could’ve been flickering behind tired eyes.

Six Months Later

Spring arrived quietly in Los Angeles. The chaos had faded, leaving whispers in its wake. The Daily Beacon had won awards for the exposé. Senator Pierce was convicted. Ethan Chase had accepted a plea deal — twenty-five years for manslaughter, obstruction, and conspiracy.

Kendall had moved on — at least, that’s what she told herself. She started teaching journalism at a local college, telling her students that truth always costs something.

But at night, when the city lights reflected through her window, she sometimes caught herself thinking about him. About what they had, and what they destroyed.

One evening, she opened her mailbox and found a small package with no return address. Inside was a simple pendant — a silver key — and a note:

“Some doors are meant to stay closed. But you… you were always the one who could open mine.”
— E.C.

Kendall held the key against her heart, tears welling again.

“Goodbye, Ethan,” she whispered.

Outside, the city buzzed — alive, ruthless, unrepentant.
Somewhere beyond the noise, truth still breathed.
And love — bruised, battered, but still alive — whispered softly between the cracks of two souls who never stopped caring, even when everything else burned.

13/11/2025

LUST AND LIES

Episode 4: The Truth in the Blood

The air felt heavier after that night — as if every breath Kendall took carried pieces of the lies that surrounded her. She hadn’t slept. Not since Ethan’s confession — “I can’t.” Those two words echoed in her mind like a warning she couldn’t unhear.

By morning, she was gone from her apartment. She didn’t pack much, only her laptop, some cash, and the envelope Lila had given her. Her heart wanted to believe Ethan, but her instincts screamed that she was running from a truth far uglier than infidelity or betrayal.

She checked into a small hotel on the west side of L.A., a place where no one knew her name. But safety is an illusion when the danger you’re running from knows your heartbeat by memory.

Across town, Ethan Chase sat in his penthouse, the city sprawled below him like a graveyard of broken promises. He hadn’t slept either. The whiskey bottle was half-empty, the glass untouched. His phone buzzed again — private number. He ignored it. But it rang again.
And again.

Finally, he answered.
“You’re slipping,” the voice said. It was low, male, unfamiliar. “The girl knows too much.”
“She knows nothing,” Ethan replied.
“She met Lila.”
Silence.
Ethan’s grip on the glass tightened. “How do you know that?”
“Because I followed her. You should’ve ended this when you had the chance.”

The line went dead. Ethan slammed the glass against the wall, shattering it into a thousand jagged pieces — just like his life.

Kendall couldn’t stop thinking about that picture — the lifeless woman in the folder, the blood on the marble floor, and the shadow of the man standing over her. It wasn’t clear, but the posture… the silhouette… it looked like him.
Or was her fear just painting monsters into familiar faces?

Her laptop chimed. A new email — no sender.

You want the truth? Meet me where it all began. Tonight. 10 PM. Alone.
— L.

She hesitated. Then she checked the timestamp. It was sent from inside Chase Corporation’s private network.

“Where it all began,” she whispered. That could only mean one place — the abandoned Chase research facility in Santa Monica. Ethan’s first major project, now deserted after the “accident” five years ago.

The same accident that had killed three employees and nearly ended his career.

The wind howled through the broken windows of the old building that night. Kendall walked slowly, flashlight in one hand, her phone in the other. Dust clung to every corner, and the smell of rusted metal filled the air.

“Lila?” she called. “I’m here.”

A shadow moved at the far end of the hallway. “You shouldn’t have come alone,” Lila said, stepping into the light. She was dressed in black again, her expression unreadable.

“I came for the truth,” Kendall said. “No more games.”

Lila smiled faintly. “Truth is a dangerous thing. It doesn’t always save you.”

“Then why send me here?”

Lila didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked deeper into the building. Kendall followed — against every instinct screaming at her to leave.

They stopped in front of a locked door. Lila took a small key from her pocket and turned it. The hinges groaned as the door opened to reveal a dimly lit room. In the center stood a metal table. On it, a file — thick, weathered, and marked CONFIDENTIAL — PROJECT MERCY.

“Ethan didn’t build Chase Corporation,” Lila said quietly. “He stole it.”

Kendall frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He was part of a team of six. Scientists, engineers, dreamers. They were creating something revolutionary — medical nanotech. A cure for cell degeneration. But something went wrong. Three of them died during a trial run. And Ethan made sure the story disappeared. He blamed the lab techs, falsified reports, and walked away with everything.”

Kendall’s throat went dry. “You were part of it.”

Lila nodded slowly. “I was one of the survivors. And I married him to keep him close — to make him pay.”

Kendall took a step back. “You’re lying.”

Lila smirked. “You think I faked the scars too?” She pulled down her sleeve. A long, jagged burn stretched across her forearm. “That’s from his experiment. His greed.”

Kendall’s heart pounded. “If that’s true, why not expose him?”

“I tried,” Lila whispered. “But no one crosses Ethan Chase and lives long enough to tell the story.”

Suddenly, there was a crash. The door slammed shut. Kendall spun around — Ethan stood there, his face pale, eyes burning.

“Lila,” he said coldly. “You just don’t know when to stop.”

“Still cleaning up your messes, Ethan?” she sneered. “How many more people have to die for you to sleep at night?”

“Enough,” he growled. “You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

“I understand perfectly,” Lila snapped. “I’m freeing her from you.”

He glanced at Kendall. “You don’t believe her, do you?”

“I don’t know what to believe,” Kendall whispered. “But she has proof.”

“I have proof too,” Ethan said — and held up a phone. On the screen, a video began to play.

Lila’s voice filled the room.

“When he’s gone, I’ll make her look like the killer. One last gift for my dear husband.”

Kendall’s eyes widened. “No… no, that can’t be—”

“She planned it all,” Ethan said, stepping closer. “The photos, the threats, the lies.”

Lila lunged for the phone. “Don’t listen to him!”

In a blur of movement, the phone crashed to the ground. Ethan tried to grab it; Lila pushed him back. They struggled — years of hatred igniting into violence. Kendall screamed as Ethan shoved Lila against the wall. There was a sharp crack — and then silence.

Lila crumpled to the floor, motionless.

Ethan froze, chest heaving. His hands trembled as he stared at her.

“Oh my God,” Kendall whispered. “Ethan…”

He looked up slowly. “I didn’t mean to—she—she attacked me—”

Kendall backed away. “Don’t. Don’t touch me.”

The air between them was poison. The truth lay bleeding at their feet.

“She wanted to destroy me,” he said hoarsely. “But she destroyed herself.”

Kendall shook her head. “No, Ethan. You did that a long time ago.”

She turned and ran, tears blurring her vision. The rain outside had started again, cold and merciless. Behind her, Ethan sank to his knees, hands covered in the one thing he could never wash off.

Blood.

That night, the city slept beneath the weight of secrets.
And Kendall realized something she wished she never had to learn —

When you fall for a lie, love is the first casualty.

To be continued …

12/11/2025

LUST AND LIES

Episode 3 — The Price of Desire

The storm that night didn’t end outside Ethan’s penthouse — it raged inside him, inside her, and inside everything they had crossed that could never be undone.

Kendall woke up the next morning to the city’s muted hum. Her blouse lay crumpled on the floor beside his bed, and her heart felt heavier than her body. She sat up, pressing her palms against her face. What had she done?

The air smelled of whiskey, rain, and regret. Ethan was in the living room, shirtless, phone pressed to his ear, talking in a voice she’d never heard before — clipped, cold, commanding. The kind of voice that didn’t belong to the man who’d held her like she was the only thing keeping him sane hours ago.

“No, I don’t care what it costs,” he snapped. “Find her before she finds me.”

Kendall froze at the doorway. “Who?” she asked.

He turned, startled. For a moment, he looked like he might lie. But he didn’t.
“My wife,” he said. “She’s gone.”

“Gone?” she repeated. “As in—”

“As in disappeared. She drained the account, took the burner phones, and vanished last night.” His voice hardened. “And she didn’t leave quietly.”

Her heart sank. “What do you mean?”

He tossed a tablet onto the coffee table. On the screen was a breaking news headline:

“CHASE GROUP EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD IN OFFICE PARKING GARAGE.”

She stared, speechless. It was Cole — Ethan’s assistant. The one who had escorted her to his office just days ago. The photo of his lifeless body blurred as her vision swam.

“No…” she whispered. “Oh my God.”

Ethan sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “He knew too much. About the money. About her.”

Kendall’s voice trembled. “Ethan, are you saying your wife killed him?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But she’s not the woman I married anymore.”

Later that day, Kendall returned home. The city’s heat pressed against the glass windows of her apartment. She paced, her mind a tornado of guilt and confusion. The taste of Ethan still lingered on her lips, the echo of his touch burned into her skin — but so did the weight of what she’d just seen.

Her phone buzzed. Another unknown number.

“How much did he tell you?” a woman’s voice whispered. Smooth. Controlled. Almost amused.

Kendall’s stomach dropped. “Who is this?”

“You already know.”

Her throat went dry. “Is this—”

“Lila Chase,” the voice said. “Ethan’s wife.”

Kendall’s pulse pounded. “What do you want?”

“To help you. To show you who he really is.”

Then, silence.

Kendall stared at her reflection in the window. Her entire body was trembling. She knew she shouldn’t, but curiosity — and something darker — drove her to trace the number, to follow the address that arrived minutes later via text.

It led her to a derelict motel on the edge of town. The kind of place secrets go to rot.

Room 207.

When she knocked, the door opened slowly. Inside, Lila Chase sat on the bed, legs crossed, wearing a black silk robe. Her beauty was sharp, dangerous — like glass.

“You’re even prettier in person,” Lila said, smiling faintly. “No wonder he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

Kendall swallowed hard. “I’m not here for—”

“For lies?” Lila interrupted. “Good. Because I’m done pretending.”

She tossed a folder across the bed. “Everything you think you know about Ethan? Read that.”

Kendall hesitated, then opened it. Inside were photos, contracts, offshore bank transfers — but what froze her blood was the last picture: a woman’s lifeless body, bruised and pale, slumped beside a broken champagne glass.

“That was Ethan’s assistant before Cole,” Lila said. “She thought she was special too.”

Kendall felt her knees weaken. “You’re lying.”

Lila leaned closer. “He kills what he can’t control. Emotionally first. Then, if you’re not careful…” She let the silence finish the sentence.

“You’re insane,” Kendall snapped, backing away.

Lila smirked. “Maybe. But you’ll learn. They all do.”

Before Kendall could respond, Lila’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, then smiled wider. “He’s on his way. You should leave. Now.”

Kendall bolted from the room. Her car engine roared as she sped back toward the city. Rain started again, smearing the world into a blur of light and shadow. She didn’t stop until she reached her apartment — and found her front door ajar.

Her blood ran cold.

Inside, the lights were off. A trail of wet footprints led across her floor. She reached for her phone — but before she could dial, a voice behind her said softly:

“I told you not to get involved.”

She turned. Ethan stood there, soaked from the rain, eyes dark as night. “You went to her,” he said quietly. “Didn’t you?”

“Ethan—” she began.

“Don’t lie to me, Kendall!” His voice cracked like thunder. “You don’t know what she’s capable of!”

“Then tell me!” she shouted. “Tell me why she’s saying you killed someone!”

His jaw clenched. “Because that’s what she does — she twists everything. She wants to destroy me.”

“Or maybe,” Kendall whispered, “you destroyed her first.”

The silence that followed was unbearable.

Finally, he stepped closer, the storm raging behind his eyes. “You have no idea what kind of man I am.”

And before she could move, his hands gripped her arms — not with violence, but with desperation. “You can still walk away, Kendall. Tonight. Before this gets worse.”

Her voice broke. “It’s already worse.”

They stood there, inches apart, both breathing too hard. The air between them was thick with anger, fear, and something dangerously close to desire.

Then, in a whisper — one that hurt more than any lie — she said,
“Tell me you didn’t kill her.”

Ethan’s lips parted. His voice was barely audible.
“I can’t.”

Outside, the storm screamed across Los Angeles. Inside, Kendall realized she wasn’t falling for a man anymore — she was falling into a monster’s truth.

And this time, there might be no way out.

To be continued …

11/11/2025

LUST AND LIES

Episode 2: The Web of Secrets

The next morning, Los Angeles looked deceptively calm. The sun painted the city in gold, but Kendall Rivera’s world was far from bright. She hadn’t slept. The photograph on her nightstand — proof that someone was watching — stared back at her like a threat she couldn’t ignore.

Who had taken it? And why?

She’d deleted the text messages from Ethan, burned the note, and convinced herself to walk into work like nothing had happened. But as the elevator doors closed, her reflection in the mirrored walls gave her away — the sharp PR expert who never cracked was gone, replaced by a woman caught between loyalty and fear.

When the doors opened, she stepped into Chase Group’s marble-floored lobby. Reporters waited outside like vultures, their cameras flashing through the glass. A scandal was coming — she could feel it.

“Miss Rivera,” said a familiar voice. Ethan’s assistant, Cole, appeared beside her, holding a tablet. “Mr. Chase wants to see you. Urgently.”

Of course he did.

She followed him up to the 40th floor. Ethan’s office was sleek and cold — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, black leather furniture, and a tension so thick it could choke you. He was standing near the window, jacket off, tie loosened, looking like a man who hadn’t slept either.

“Someone’s playing us,” she said, closing the door. “I got this last night.” She dropped the photograph on his desk.

He stared at it, his jaw tightening. “Who else have you told?”

“No one,” she said. “You think your wife’s behind this?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. She’s not that subtle. This… feels different. Calculated.”

Kendall crossed her arms. “Then we need to find out who’s behind it — fast. Before the media does.”

Ethan’s phone buzzed. He glanced down, then cursed under his breath. “It’s started.”

“What has?”

He turned the screen toward her. A headline flashed across The Daily Mirror’s site:

“Scandal in the Sky: Billionaire Ethan Chase Spotted with Mystery Woman.”

Below it — the rooftop photo. Blurred faces, but unmistakable silhouettes. Her hair, his posture. A kiss that hadn’t happened… yet the picture made it look real.

“Oh my God…” Kendall whispered. “They’re framing us.”

Ethan looked up, his eyes dark. “We need to kill this story before it kills us.”

They spent hours in crisis mode. Kendall called her media contacts, bribed, threatened, and spun stories like her life depended on it — because it did. By noon, the article had been pulled from two major outlets. But the whispers had begun, and whispers in L.A. spread faster than wildfires.

When she finally stepped outside the office for air, her phone rang. Unknown number.
She hesitated, then answered.

“You should’ve stayed away from him,” a woman’s voice hissed. “He ruins everything he touches.”

“Who is this?” Kendall snapped.

“You’ll find out soon enough. You always do.”

The line went dead.

Her chest tightened. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at the phone, the world spinning around her. She’d handled celebrities, politicians, scandals — but this was different. This was personal.

That night, she went to Ethan’s penthouse. He opened the door before she could knock twice.

“I told you it’s too risky to come here,” he said, pulling her inside.

“I don’t care,” she said. “We’re already in this together.”

He poured a drink, his movements sharp, restless. “I can’t lose everything, Kendall. Not now. Not after everything I’ve built.”

She stepped closer. “Then tell me the truth, Ethan. All of it. Who’s behind this?”

He looked at her for a long moment, then set the glass down. “There’s something you don’t know about me.”

Her stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled. “The offshore accounts — they weren’t just for business. They were for her. My wife. She’s been funding someone behind my back. Someone dangerous.”

Kendall’s pulse raced. “Dangerous how?”

He looked her dead in the eye. “As in — the kind who kills reputations… and people.”

The room fell silent. Outside, the city lights flickered, thunder rumbling in the distance.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered.

“Because the less you knew, the safer you were.”

She shook her head, anger and fear twisting together. “Safe? Look at me, Ethan! My career’s on the line — I’m getting threatening calls — and the whole city thinks we’re sleeping together!”

He stepped closer, his eyes full of regret. “You think I don’t care about that?”

“Then what do you care about?” she demanded.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for her hand, gently, like he was trying to stop time itself. “You,” he said finally. “I care about you.”

Her breath hitched. For a moment, the world outside vanished — the storm, the headlines, the lies. There was only them. Two people standing on the edge of something they shouldn’t want but couldn’t resist.

She should’ve pulled away. She didn’t. His hand moved to her cheek, fingers trembling slightly.

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“Then don’t think,” he said.

And just like that, the tension that had been building for weeks snapped. His lips crashed against hers — a desperate, reckless kiss that tasted like danger and need.

When they finally broke apart, breathing heavy, she stared at him in silence.

“This is a mistake,” she said softly.

“I know,” he replied. “But it’s one I’d make again.”

Lightning flashed outside. Somewhere below, sirens wailed — the sound of a city alive with secrets.

And as the first drops of rain hit the glass, Kendall realized something terrifying — this wasn’t just lust anymore. It was something darker, deeper… and it was going to destroy them both.

To be continued…

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