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    Louis didn’t move. Eyes still closed, features rxed—yet he held her hand with quiet determination.


    That single gesture shifted the air between them.


    Heat bloomed across Kiera’s ears, and a blush crept down her neck, spreading like watercolor over porcin. Soft light danced across her face, making her look even more radiant.


    Neither of them spoke. The stillness in the room wasplete—except for the gentle, steady rhythm of two hearts beating in sync.


    Later that morning, Elena headed downstairs, freshly dressed and ready for the day.


    Ellis handed her a ss of water, then looked over and asked, “Do you have ns to head out today?”


    “Yeah,” Elena said, after a sip. “I’m going to visit Kiera at the hospital.” Ellis said nothing, but when Elena grabbed her coat, he quietly slipped into his own.


    Dressed in a sleek ck turtleneck under a pale gray sweater, sses perched on the bridge of his nose, Ellis looked calm as ever,posed to the point of effortless cool.


    Noticing him by the door, Elena paused, brow furrowed. “Wait, aren’t you going to catch up on some sleep today?”


    “No need,” he said, grabbing the keys with one hand. “My internal clock’s already on your schedule. I’lle with you.”


    “Ellis, it’s fine now. Everything’s been settled,” Elena said, her tone casual. “No one’s following me anymore.”


    Even if someone was, she didn’t feel the need to look over her shoulder.


    As they made their way toward the garage, Ellis offered a simple warning. “Still—stay alert.”


    With him already waiting in the driver’s seat, Elena didn’t bother arguing further. There was no point.


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    The moment they pulled out of Hillside Manor, the sound of revving engines followed. Lurking by the gates, a swarm of paparazzi sprang into action, piling into their vehicles in pursuit. After all, Elena wasn’t just a Harper. She was Helena, the elusive, bestselling author whose dual identity had shaken the inte. Every shred of news about her meant clicks, headlines, and cash.


    The fans of Lena and Helena were every bit as passionate as those who followed A-list celebrities.


    Paparazzi trailed Elena every step, desperate to capture exclusive shots they could cash in on with her devoted fans.


    All the way to the hospital, the ck sedans and cameraden SUVs stayed close behind. The moment Elena and Ellis stepped out of the car, the whispers began. “Miss Harper always has good-looking men around her—but this one? He’s even more striking than most actors. She’s got some serious luck on her side.”


    “These pics are going to be gold. I need close-ups, now.”


    Camera shutters clicked furiously, capturing every angle of the pair. Just as the paparazzi were hitting their stride, a hand tapped one of them on the shoulder. Irritated, one of the paparazzi waved him off and said, “Back off. Can’t you see I’m working?”


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