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The same two photos with Rowan Hale, reposted again and again under different accounts.
Her announcement hadn’t settled the rumors. It had only stirred them up again.
He closed the app.
Reopened it five seconds later.
Typed the message again. Deleted it again.
His finger paused over the keyboard.
He wanted to make it clear.
Wanted to shut the door behind Eleanor and leave no room for questions.
But if she wasn’t ready, if she hadn’t agreed, that kind of move would only push her further away.
He backed out of the post.
Instead, he took a picture of his left hand, the ring prominently visible.
He uploaded the photo with a single caption: [Married.
Then he hit post.
Notifications arrived immediately.
New comments, messages, tags.
He was about to open them when Dominic’s name lit up the screen.
“Mr. Laurent,” Dominic said. His voice was tight.
“The post with the wedding ring. That was… you?”
“Yes,” Sebastian replied.
There was a pause.
He leaned back again.
The air conditioning ticked softly.
His phone kept vibrating-group chats, alerts, PR warnings.
He didn’t check any of them.
He already knew what Dominic was thinking.
The Rowan Hale rumors had barely cooled.
Now Sebastian had poured fuel over what was left.
Dominic exhaled through his nose.
“Mr. Laurent,” he said slowly, “was that post… spontaneous, or planned?”
In other words, could they still walk it back?
“Planned,” Sebastian said.
“Understood,” Dominic replied.
“I’ll speak to the comms team.”
The call ended.
Ten minutes later, LGH’s official account reposted Sebastian’s photo.
Then came the statement.
It confirmed the post was genuine.
It stated that Sebastian Laurent was married.
It denied the rumors involving Rowan Hale.
It warned that legal action would be taken against anyone spreading false claims,
Sebastian watched it unfold on the screen.
Mentions and messages kept climbing.
A flurry of pop-ups filled the display.
One blue icon blinked-Venmo.
He frowned, assumed it was spam, and cleared the notification without reading it.
“Sir, we’re nearly there,” Gino said from the front.
Sebastian nodded and closed his eyes.
Then the phone buzzed again.
He unlocked it, planning to shut the app, but froze when he saw the name at the top of the message list.
Eleanor.
He sat up straight. His posture sharpened.
He tapped into the thread and scrolled to the top.
[Can you see this? It’s Elean.]
[I lost my phone. Got a new one but can’t log into anything. Venmo’s the only app that let me in.]
[You’re probably not checking this.]
[Forget it. I messaged Yvaine, she should’ve passed it on ]
[Nothing serious. Just didn’t want you worrying…]
[Guess you didn’t see any of this. Do you have the phone on Do Not Disturb?]
[Whatever. I’ll talk to you tomorrow after I get a new SIM.]
There were more. Short messages, scattered punctuation, no real structure.
She never messaged like this.
Now it read like she’d typed everything out in a rush.
Sebastian scrolled slowly.
A faint smile pulled at his mouth.
He could picture her in bed, lying on her side, typing furiously with both thumbs.
Probably frowning at the screen.
Then another message arrived:
[You probably didn’t see any of this. I’m going to sleep. Night.]
A cartoon pig snored through a speech bubble.
Sebastian typed quickly: [I saw it.]
Eleanor responded right away:
[!!! You actually did???]
Sebastian: [Yes.]
Eleanor: [Good. Did Yvaine tell you I lost my phone?]
Sebastian: [She did.]
Eleanor: [You wouldn’t believe the shitshow this panel was. Phone vanished right under staff supervision. Had to buy my own replacement, and without a SIM card I couldn’t log in anywhere. You tried calling me, didn’t you?]
Sebastian: [I did. I was worried.]
Eleanor: [No need. I’m fine. Were you at that dinner with Rowan Hale tonight?]
She’d seen the photos.
Sebastian: [Cassian invited me. I didn’t know she’d be there. When the pictures were taken, Cassian was standing next to me. It wasn’t a private dinner.]
Eleanor: (I know. I didn’t believe anything they wrote. But there’s something off about Rowan Hale. Every time she’s near you, someone’s taking pictures. Headlines always twist the context.]
Eleanor: [I’m not telling you who to eat dinner with. Just… two photo leaks in a row? Keep your guard up next time.]
Sebastian: [The guy who took them is already in custody. We’ll find out who paid him.]
Eleanor: [Good.]
Sebastian: [Did you see what I posted on X?]
Eleanor: [Didn’t know you had an X account. Give me a moment.]
Sebastian waited.
Then-