It started with a headline.
"CEO's Barbie Bride or Backstabber? Arabella Quinn Linked to Tragic Ex."
Then came the photos.
Grainy shots of Arabella entering the late ex-girlfriend's apartment.
A close-up of her holding the red journal.
Zoomed-in screenshots from her childhood — and Cassian's.
Together.
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Arabella woke up to her phone buzzing nonstop.
Voicemails. DMs. Emails from PR. Calls from her father.
She sat upright in bed. Cassian was already gone.
The TV in the living room played on low volume.
> "—new sources claim the young socialite married Cassian Vale under a fabricated love story. Allegedly, the real drama ties back to Vale's deceased girlfriend, who left behind cryptic notes implicating Arabella Quinn."
Her heart dropped.
The reporter's voice continued.
> "This brings into question: was this a fairytale romance — or a calculated move to replace the woman before her?"
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Arabella's hands shook as she clicked on the leaked letter online.
At the bottom of the page…
> Source: A.Q.
She dropped the phone.
"No," she whispered. "That's not mine. That's not me."
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Cassian stormed into the apartment an hour later.
His expression was cold — too cold.
He threw a folder onto the table.
"Someone used your initials to leak private company footage. Office security. My meetings. Even us. There are clips trending everywhere."
Arabella stared in horror.
"That's not me—"
"I know," he said quickly. "But the world doesn't."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"They're calling for my resignation. The board is panicking. And your father… he wants to issue a statement pulling you out of this marriage completely."
Arabella's voice trembled. "He wants me to leave you?"
Cassian stepped forward, voice low.
"He thinks I'm ruining your reputation."
She laughed bitterly. "Funny. I thought I was ruining yours."
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They stood in silence.
Then Cassian said it — the one thing that terrified her most.
"I need to know if you want out."
Arabella swallowed.
Everything in her told her to walk.
The cameras. The pressure. The whispers that she'd never be anything more than a fake princess who stumbled into a king's warpath.
But…
She looked up at him.
"No," she said. "You don't get to decide if I'm in this."
She stepped close.
"I've been underestimated my entire life. Called shallow, stupid, spoiled. But if they want to see what a girl with pink heels and a black heart can really do…"
She smiled darkly.
"Let's give them a show."
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