Lynn sat by the penthouse window, coffee untouched, phone buzzing non-stop.
> BREAKING NEWS
"Heiress Lynn Mokoena linked to ex-gang leader Lwandile Ngoma — photos leak!"
Every headline was louder than the last.
The kiss. The file drop. The club showdown.
Someone had leaked everything.
Lwandile walked in, shirtless, towel draped around his shoulders.
> "You good?" he asked, voice rough with sleep.
She didn't answer.
> "We're trending," she said flatly. "Not in a good way."
He chuckled. "I told you I don't care about cameras."
She turned to him sharply.
> "I do. My father does. My enemies do. Now they'll come harder."
He walked over and gently took the phone from her hands.
> "Then let them. We hit first, remember?"
Lynn exhaled. The pressure of her family name, her secrets, and now... her feelings for him — it was too much.
> "You think this is just business for me?" she asked suddenly.
Lwandile blinked. "What?"
> "You kissed me. Twice. Maybe more. But I need to know — is this real? Or are you playing me like everyone else has?"
His face darkened — not with anger, but emotion.
> "If I was playing you, Lynn… I wouldn't be here risking everything."
She stared at him. For once, unsure.
Then her phone lit up again. This time it was from her father.
"Board meeting. Today. Come alone."
She showed it to Lwandile.
> "It's a trap," he said immediately.
She nodded. "And I'm walking into it."
He grabbed her wrist.
> "Then I'm coming too."
She looked at him, torn.
> "If you come… everything changes. My family, my name, the whole city — they'll come for both of us."
Lwandile leaned in, eyes locked on hers.
> "Let them come."
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