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None of the apps would let me log in.
I must’ve added some kind of account protection ages ago without thinking.
Everything wanted SMS verification.
I tried every workaround I could think of.
Nothing worked.
Only I*******m and X let me in.
But Sebastian didn’t use either.
I showered and climbed onto the bed, damp hair dripping onto the pillow.
The sheets were cool and slightly scratchy.
I propped myself up and scrolled.
Sebastian’s name wasn’t trending.
Neither was Rowan’s.
But when I searched directly, the posts came up fast: threads packed with screenshots, usernames I recognized from gossip accounts, fans tearing each other apart in the replies.
Apparently, Rowan had put out a statement, said nothing was going on.
It didn’t help.
If anything, it only fanned the flames more.
One comment read: [These PR clarifications are useless. Probably not even written by Rowan herself.]
Another replied: [Actually, if it’s this fast, it might be true.]
[Exactly! Probably real. They’re just keeping it quiet for now. Next time they get papped it’ll be in wedding outfits.]
[Don’t care. They look good together. I’m shipping them, deal with it.]
[Same. Send me the RSVP.]
I stared at the screen.
I knew it was noise, just strangers guessing things they didn’t understand, but that didn’t make it any better.
Seeing Sebastian’s name next to hers again, followed by lines of celebration, it stung.
“They’re just chatting shit. It’ll pass in a day,” I muttered, even though I didn’t believe it.
I closed I*******m, then X, and tried logging back into that damned digital wallet.
Still locked out.
After a few tries, I realized I could access Venmo using facial recognition.
Venmo had chat.
And I had Sebastian’s contact saved.
I sat up straight.
Opened the app.
First I checked my balance.
No recent transactions, no bank alerts, Cards all intact.
Then I scrolled to his name. And Yvaine’s.
Typed three messages to Sebastian, fast.
Four to Yvaine.
Nothing came back.
I flopped down again, one hand still gripping the phone.
No one used Venmo for messaging.
He probably hadn’t touched the app in weeks.
I rolled over, twice.
Then a third time.
Then I shoved the covers off and called Prescott’s room number.
“Yeah?” He sounded wide awake.
“Sorry to bother you again. But can you get Priya to reach out to Yvaine again? Tell her to check Venmo. Let me know if there’s anything.”
“Got it.”
I kept the TV on, but my eyes stayed glued to the phone.
Minutes passed.
Then half an hour.
Midnight came and went.
The SUV sped past the border sign for Skyline City.
The rear tires kicked up dust as the car veered onto the gravel shoulder, then corrected course and rejoined the lane.
Sebastian pressed his thumb into his palm until it left a dent.
He hadn’t looked back after the police arrived at The Corner Table.
One phone call had been enough to get the paparazzo thrown into the back of a cruiser.
At first, he told himself her phone had died.
Then every call went to voicemail.
By the fifth attempt, he’d told Gino to drive straight to Sunset City-there were no flights at this hour, and he didn’t want to wait. 1
Dominic had called to say the event organizers weren’t picking up, probably asleep by now.
Their PR line forwarded every call straight to voicemail.
He’d tried the hotel next.
It turned out LGH owned the property, and Dominic had managed to get the manager’s number.
Sebastian was reaching for the hotel phone when his own lit up.
Yvaine’s name appeared on screen.
[Elean said her phone got nicked. She’ll text when she can. Don’t panic.]
He replied: [Noted, thanks.]
He leaned back into the leather seat and let his head fall against the headrest.
The pressure in his temples started to ease.
His spine relaxed.
His breathing slowed, though not completely.
The view outside had changed.
Tower blocks gave way to low-rise buildings and shuttered shopfronts.
Now that he knew she was safe, he let himself relax-but only slightly.
He could have asked Yvaine for Eleanor’s hotel room mber and called her room phone.
But it was late.
And some things were better said in person.
So he didn’t tell Gino to turn back.
He opened the X app, freshly installed.
Each scroll brought more posts, more comments.
His name kept appearing next to Rowan Hale’s.
He tightened his grip on the phone and created a new account under his real name: Sebastian_Laurent LGH.
Within five minutes, someone messaged: [Is this actually you? When’s the wedding with Rowan?]
He almost threw the phone out the window.
His finger hovered over the tag bar.
He typed: [I’m married to @MVanceJewels]-then deleted it.
He stared at the screen.
More notifications. More tags.