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The blindingly white lights of the hospital corridor buzz with a low hum.Luna sits quietly in a chair in the waiting area, her posture deliberately fragile as she watches Nathan return after taking care of the paperwork and payment.The emergency room doctor had been a weary professional who quickly dismissed her fabricated agony as a simple yet severe case of food poisoning."If your stomach is this sensitive, you need to stop eating recklessly," Nathan reprimands her. He pulls a blister pack of pills from the paper, his jaw set in a rigid line. "Take this now.""There is no need," Luna replies instantly, waving a dismissive hand. "I will just take it when I get home and rest.""Absolutely not." Nathan's expression darkens, his tone shifting into something dangerously uncompromising. He is a man fundamentally accustomed to total obedience. "You were completely drained of color in the car. What happens if the pain violently flares up again on the drive back? Take the medication."Lun

By the middle of the afternoon, the production crew has successfully secured a prestigious, ivy-covered high school to film the highly anticipated flashback sequences of the MV, a segment designed to capture the bittersweet, hidden romance of the main characters' adolescent years.With the male lead, Jason, inexplicably absent from the set, Marcus seamlessly strips off his headset and steps directly in front of the lens to salvage the schedule, leaving his highly stressed assistant director to commandeer the primary monitor.Luna sits quietly at a desk positioned directly beside the expansive glass windows, Marcus occupying the desk immediately adjacent to hers, separated by a mere arm's length of empty space.The screenplay demands nothing more than a fleeting, entirely innocent brush of the lips—a delicate, chaste moment meticulously designed to leave the luxury campaign's audience yearning for more.But the second Marcus moves into her personal space, the pristine boundaries of pro

"Would you like to join us for dinner?"Luna effortlessly shatters the tension, her voice a soft, melodic chime that cuts through the frozen atmosphere.Without waiting for an answer, she gracefully rises from her chair and walks toward the open kitchen to retrieve an extra set of bone-china dinnerware.Her movements are entirely fluid and utterly relaxed. She navigates the heart of Marcus's private sanctuary exactly like a woman who already owns it, a woman who fundamentally belongs there.Marcus slowly blinks, forcefully pulling his dark, intense gaze away from Luna's retreating silhouette to look at his sister."Have you eaten yet?" he asks.Stella shakes her head, then immediately nods, her brain completely short-circuiting as she takes a hesitant, trembling step into the room. She slowly pulls out a chair across from them.Marcus. And Luna."We bought far too much at the market today. The two of us could never finish it all," Luna murmurs, placing the dinnerware in front of Stell

The suffocating tension in the luxurious living room hangs so thick it is practically choking everyone inside.Daniel violently turns his gaze toward the young woman still clutching her red, stinging cheek. "I will have my private driver take you home immediately.""But I don't want to leave!" The young secretary pouts, completely failing to read the deadly gravity of the situation. She aggressively presses her body against his arm. "You promised me that tonight we would—""If you are going to act like a bitch, please take it outside." Luna's voice is not loud, but the chilling disgust in her tone hits the young woman like a bucket of freezing water. "Do not disgust everyone in this room by putting your pathetic desperation on public display."The two other men in the room—Nathan's wealthy inner circle, Liam and Dean—simultaneously widen their eyes. They exchange a quick, loaded glance before immediately lowering their heads, pretending to inspect their crystal glasses.Eventually, Da

Stella remains entirely motionless, her fingers gripping the cold glass of water so tightly her knuckles bleed white.F.L.It is not merely a brand, it is the culmination of nearly two agonizing years of negotiations and flawless public appearances. Within the vicious hierarchy of the luxury fashion industry, securing the global ambassadorship for F.L. is akin to being crowned royalty.Beyond the prestige, the brand's entire aesthetic feels as though it was tailored to her very soul. The afternoon she finally received the official invitation, she wept behind closed doors, genuinely believing she had finally cemented her own untouchable legacy, completely independent of the Vane family name.And now, with a single, careless breath, Nathan has decided to rip it away."I will find you something much better." The hollow promise echoes in her mind.What could possibly be better? Stella is not naive, she understands perfectly well how the elite circles of Harlow operate."Nathan," she calls