I Will Be Reinstituting Prima Nocta Novels & Stories

How do you rebuild a woman’s reputation when you helped burn it down? My phone rings. It’s him. My PA. I sigh. “What?” “Sir! You remember what tomorrow is, right?” “What are you talking about?” “The quarterly PA family breakfast. You approved it, like, months ago. Everyone’s showing up. Board members. Shareholders. Your mom's cousin. It's in the calendar, right after the funeral weekend slot. You even requested catered pancakes. Don’t tell me you forgot—” “Shut up.” He laughs. “So, do I activate the list? Send out directives?”

“You have my word.” Dad nods. “Mine too.” Paige smirks. “Mine’s a given. You can’t get rid of me.” I can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “Yeah. I know.” Caleb stands up. “There’s something else you need to see.” He pulls out his phone, scrolls, and holds it out. It’s a PR video. Zach. Smiling. Composed. Telling the world that I’m ‘resting’ and ‘grateful’ and that ‘our family is looking forward to privacy during this healing period.’

“And destroy everything they built.” The room went quiet. They all nodded quickly. I leaned back, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The exhaustion from sleepless nights was catching up, but I couldn’t stop now. Not while Hannah’s name was still being dragged through the mud. “Release a statement through my office,” I continued. “Clarify that Bristo Enterprise stands by Hannah Black. She’s my fiancée — that needs to be loud and clear. Any media house that continues to spread defamation should expect a lawsuit.”

Carissa sighed, warning her, “Don’t run around today. Rest properly.” “Okay,” Harper said with a bright smile. Once Carissa left, Harper finally relaxed. Her body was a little tired, but nothing serious. ‘The real danger of sleep deprivation,’ she thought, ‘was that it wasted far too much foundation.’ A sharp phone ring interrupted her makeup routine. It was Butler Lane. “Miss Reeves,” his voice was calm but firm. “No need to go to the Group today. The Matriarch has returned, and there’s a large banquet tonight. Zane will pick you up in the afternoon, and a stylist will assist with your look.”

There’s another thing that’s bothering me. “Luna?” Dory’s voice greets me through the pack link. Since I’m the Luna now and have become a member of this pack again, I can mind-link with the rest. “Yeah?” “That princess who came here last night, Princess Leila. She’s here again. Says that she wants to meet the Alpha.” Dory reports me and my brows dip. Why is she here now? “Tell her to wait in the living room. I’ll come and meet her.”

He looked hesitant, his hands trembling slightly as he straightened the files. "Anything else?" I asked, turning to face him with a sharp look. "It’s... about the Annual Fashion Gala in Paris next month. The marketing team is insisting you attend since we are the primary tech sponsor for their runways this year." "I have no interest in models walking like robots, Noah. Cancel it." "But, sir... there’s one thing. The agency that won the lead contract this year is Prime Vision. Mr. Perett’s agency." That name made my jaw lock. Brian Perett. My cousin and rival who always wanted to be number one in the Miller bloodline. The loser who couldn't expand his career beyond being, I don’t know—his job

He would just do something to invite Li Na to come to visit Luna again. As soon as he got inside his car, he composed an email to the PR department to send an email to all of the VIP members of Luna that Luna would close its door to the public this weekend. The whole club would be just for the VIP members and their respective guests. He put a note to the PR department to send an invite to Lina Baptiste even though she’s not one of their VIP members. He gave an order that the invite should be delivered to Hilton Hotel and told whoever will receive the said invitation that it was from Larissa.

The Grand Reintroduction The occasion was the Williams Annual Gala, a high-society event traditionally used to cement the family's social and financial dominance. This year, however, it served a singular purpose, to reintroduce William and Mimi not just as a couple who had weathered a storm, but as the unified, untouchable power structure of Williams Holdings. For Mimi, this was the final, public validation of her hard-won CSIO status; for William, it was a test of his commitment to his "partner."

“What would you have me not do?” They’d reached a standstill, then the chairwoman started. “I need you to lie low. Next month is the group’s annual conference. You will attend, and it will be your first public appearance, and until then, you do not need to show your face to anyone else; they should not know you are back.” … Later that night. Amelia walked out of the bathroom door, wearing a black silk nightie for bed. Instinctively, her gaze traced over to the door of her bedroom. It was still closed.

Liora replied. “Alright. From now on, you’ll know more. But there’s one condition—you don’t make a move without my knowledge.” Liora nodded. Xavier received a second call from Max. “Sir, Clara reports that Noah is starting to look for high-society gossip channels to attack Mrs. Liora publicly.” “In that case, we strike first. Prepare the guest list for tomorrow night’s party. I want Bella to be the talk of the town before Noah even opens his mouth.”