_Jane_D_O_E

          	And this time?
          	
          	Looks like the world finally sent the invoice.
          	
          	Publicity. Cameras. Crowds that swear they want the truth while drooling for blood.
          	
          	This chapter is about the price.
          	
          	What it really costs to stand next to someone the world stopped seeing as human a long damn time ago.
          	
          	About silence that somehow cuts deeper than betrayal.
          	
          	About fear that smells like expensive wood, polished silver, overpriced dinner — and a disaster quietly loading the gun under the table.
          	
          	About a meeting that hits harder than another screaming headline.
          	
          	There’ll be light sharp enough to skin you alive.
          	
          	A crowd that already picked the villain before the doors even opened.
          	
          	And one dinner where nobody says too much — but everybody hears every fucking thing anyway.
          	
          	So yeah.
          	
          	It’s gonna get hot.
          	
          	Even in places that were supposed to feel safe. Simple. Home.
          	
          	Especially there.
          	
          	If you like my chapters where everyone looks calm while internally collapsing in real time — welcome. This one’s for you.
          	
          	
          	
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