Chapter 2 - Maya Recalls The Fateful Year Of 1999
Maya stared at the faded edges of the Polaroid photograph held tightly in Julian’s long, steady fingers.
The weight of the past crashed over her chest like freezing ocean water against a jagged cliff.
“That’s impossible... my mother told me she died in a car accident the year I was born,” Maya whispered.
Julian kept his dark eyes locked on her face, reading every micro-expression of shock and disbelief.
“People in high society often fake their own deaths when the corporate sharks start circling,” Julian replied softly.
Around them, the wealthy Beverly Hills guests remained frozen in awkward silence upon the black-and-white marble floor.
Chloe let out a sharp groan from where she lay sprawled beside the ruined white wedding cake.
“Arrest her! She assaulted me in front of half the Los Angeles elite!” Chloe shrieked through bruised teeth.
Julian didn't even bother glancing down at the fallen socialite as he stepped closer to Maya.
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“You have five seconds to explain how you got this photograph,” Maya demanded, her fists clenching defensively.
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