The drive from the office to my mansion was a blur of red lights and honking horns. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white. The picture was everywhere—on my phone, on the car radio, on every passing billboard that had a news ticker. "AR Enterprises CEO Caught Fucking Mystery Woman."
I felt sick. Not because of the scandal, but because of what awaited me at home.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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