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    Luciano was hauled off by the police, with Ethan close behind, ready to cooperate in the investigation that was about to rip through the art world’s underbelly.


    The grand event, however, had descended into chaos. The once elegant stage looked like a battlefield. Just minutes earlier, the furious crowd had erupted into a frenzy, hurling anything they could get their hands on—soda bottles, half-eaten apples, even a lone sneaker. It was open season on Luciano.


    But the most wild part? Someone had thrown a diamond ring! Elliana stared at it where it hadnded, glittering on the floor like a defiant symbol of excess. Whoever tossed that must’ve had money to burn.


    After the storm passed, Clement took the mic, calm andposed, his voice anchoring the room. “I know you’re angry—and rightly so,” he said, sweeping his gaze across the furious audience. “But we can’t let one fraud ruin what thispetition stands for. The show must go on.”


    His words hit home. Heads nodded in agreement. These weren’t just spectators—they were oil painting fanatics, drawn here by the promise of brilliance. Especially now, with Rosa’s identity revealed and her masterpiece on full disy, no one wanted the night to end in scandal. Some were already gearing up to bid on Elliana’s Lonely Sunset. This wasn’t just a painting. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Rosa’s work rarely hit the market—and when it did, even money couldn’t always secure it.


    But as thepetition resumed, there was one more entry left to face judgment. Paige’s Riding the Waves was next. And the room, still charged with energy, turned to watch her.


    After settling the crowd, Clement turned sharply to the corner of the stage, where Paige hovered like a shadow trying to disappear. “Miss Jones,” he said, calm yetmanding, “please step to the center.” The spotlight shifted. So did the target of the fury. Until now, the crowd had been too focused on Luciano to notice Paige. But with Clement’s simple call, their anger swung her way.


    “Paige is no different from Luciano!”


    “Throw her out too! They were in it together!”


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    The bacsh hit like a wave, and Paige felt herself drowning in it. Her jaw clenched. She wanted to scream. This wasn’t fair. She wasn’t Luciano’sckey. At least, that wasn’t how she saw it.


    They’d just used each other for leverage—mutual maniption, not mentorship. Yet, here she was, dragged into the mes alongside him. Resentment surged in…


    Her chest tightened. What burned most was the memory of being tricked into bowing three times to that ridiculous wax statue of Elliana. If she had known who Rosa really was, she would’ve rather bowed to a pile of trash. Now, as she lifted her gaze, she caught Elliana’s expression—amused,posed, almost smug.


    That look scraped across Paige’s pride like a de. The shame was unbearable. Hot tears welled up and spilled before she could stop them.


    “I know you’re angry,” she said, her voice shaking, barely above a whisper.


    “But don’t turn on me. Luciano fooled me too. I didn’t know…”


    She broke off, choking back sobs. “I’m just—just another victim.”


    “That’s right! Don’t gang up on Paige!” Haley’s voice rang out as she stepped forward, shielding Paige. “Luciano was brought in by the organizers to hype up Ublento’s art scene. Paige only trained under him because she’s passionate about painting! What’s she done that warrants this hate? Luciano’s the real viin here—Paige got caught in the storm.”


    Her logic seemed solid, and for a beat, the crowd mulled it over. There’d never been much chatter linking Paige and Luciano before today.


    The crowd’s fury began to flicker out, like a fire starved of oxygen.


    Sensing the shift, Paige exhaled a sigh of relief discreetly, swiped away her tears, and stepped in close to Elliana with a forced grin. She wrapped her arm through Elliana’s, striking a sisterly pose. “Elliana, I’m shocked! You’re Rosa? That’s incredible! I’m so proud! As your sister, I mean it from the heart. You’ve got to teach me your secrets now—we’re family, right? You can’t say no!”


    Elliana gave a sideways smile, thin and unreadable. She had to give Paige credit—the girl could pivot faster than a weather vane in a hurricane. Just a moment ago, Paige had practically been out for blood. Now Paige was clinging to her like a long-lost twin, acting as if the past never happened. Unbelievable.


    Elliana gently slipped her arm free, no words, no fuss—just quiet dismissal.


    Then, without warning, the massive screen behind the stage flickered to life. A video began to y.


    Luciano, caught on camera, was shown handing a painting over to Merritt in a dim back room. The footage made everything clear—Merritt’s calction, Luciano’s brown-nosing, and worst of all, Paige’s fake-as-hell antics and sly cooperation. The sound was crisp. The actions, damning. Gasps filled the air.


    Seconds ago, the crowd had begun to cool toward Paige. Now? All hell broke loose. Rage poured out like fuel on a me.


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