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Vera’s New Life:
Chapter One – A New Routine
The sound of high heels clicking against polished floors had become Vera’s new reality. The once foreign rhythm now felt like the metronome of her life, a constant reminder of the delicate, calculated steps she had to take to survive. Each night at the Velvet Fang brought its own challenges, but tonight felt different—a tension in the air she couldn’t quite place.
The Grind
Vera adjusted the sequined straps of her silver dress in the dressing room mirror, her face already caked in layers of carefully applied makeup. The outfit hugged her exaggerated curves in all the ways Dominic wanted: eye-catching, alluring, and impossible to ignore. She hated how good she looked in it.
“Looking sharp,” Lola teased, leaning against the vanity with a mischievous grin.
“More like a glittery target,” Vera muttered, smoothing the fabric over her hips.
Lola chuckled. “That’s the job, honey. But hey, you’re getting better at it.”
Vera didn’t argue. She had to admit that her awkwardness on the floor was fading. With Lola’s guidance, she’d learned to move more gracefully, to walk with confidence even when her heels felt like torture devices. Still, every night was a battle to keep herself together, especially when the clients pushed boundaries.
On the Floor
The main floor of the Velvet Fang was its usual mix of thumping bass, swirling lights, and bodies pressed together in an intoxicating blend of energy and desperation. Vera wove through the crowd with practiced ease, balancing a tray of drinks while dodging grasping hands.
“Vera!” A regular called out, flashing her a grin. He was harmless, a man who spent more money on compliments than drinks. “You’re looking stunning as always.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Vera replied, giving him a wink. Her voice, high and sugary sweet, no longer caught her off guard the way it used to.
She delivered the drinks to a table of rowdy patrons, their eyes raking over her like she was something they could buy and own. She smiled, flirting just enough to keep their wallets open without giving them a reason to cross the line. Lola’s lessons echoed in her mind: Control the conversation. Make them think they’re in charge, but never let them get the upper hand.
As the night wore on, Vera found herself slipping into a rhythm. Her movements felt less forced, her interactions more natural. She hated how she was adapting, but she couldn’t deny that she was surviving.
A Private Conversation
After her shift, Vera lingered in the dressing room, kicking off her heels and groaning as the ache in her feet finally eased. Lola entered, carrying two glasses of champagne, her usual post-work ritual.
“To surviving another night,” Lola said, handing Vera a glass.
“Barely,” Vera replied, clinking her glass against Lola’s.
They sat together, the dressing room quiet now that the other dancers had gone home. Lola leaned back, studying Vera with a curious expression.
“You know,” she began, “I’ve seen girls come and go here for years, but I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Vera raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re different. You’re not just surviving—you’re… I don’t know. You’re changing things.”
Vera snorted. “Changing things? I can barely make it through a shift without tripping over my own feet.”
Lola shook her head. “No, I’m serious. The way you stood up for me that night? The way you talk to the girls? It’s not just about you anymore. You care.”
Vera didn’t know how to respond. She’d spent her life as Victor looking out for number one, but now, in this strange new reality, she found herself caring more about the people around her than she ever had before.
“You’re giving me too much credit,” Vera said finally, looking away.
“Maybe,” Lola said with a shrug. “But you’re good for this place, whether you believe it or not.”
The Stranger
The next night, as Vera was preparing for another shift, Lola appeared in the doorway of the dressing room, her expression unusually serious.
“There’s someone asking for you,” Lola said.
Vera frowned. “A client?”
“I don’t think so,” Lola replied. “He doesn’t look like the usual type. And Dominic’s watching him like a hawk.”
Curiosity prickled at Vera’s skin. She finished fixing her hair and followed Lola to the main floor.
The man stood near the bar, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. He was well-dressed in a dark suit that fit him perfectly, his appearance clean and deliberate. He didn’t belong here, not in the Velvet Fang, and that alone made Vera’s heart race.
When his eyes met hers, he smiled—a small, knowing smile that sent a chill down her spine.
“Vera,” he said as she approached, his voice smooth and measured. “You’re even more stunning than I imagined.”
“Do I know you?” Vera asked, keeping her tone polite but guarded.
“Not yet,” he replied. “But I know you. Or rather, I know who you used to be.”
The words hit her like a punch to the gut.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vera said, her voice tight.
The man chuckled. “Of course you don’t. Let’s keep it that way—for now.”
Dominic appeared then, his presence towering and intimidating as he placed a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. “Everything okay here?”
The stranger raised his hands in mock surrender. “No trouble at all. Just introducing myself.”
As Dominic escorted him out, the man glanced over his shoulder at Vera. “I’ll be seeing you again, Vera. Count on it.”
Aftermath
Vera sat in the dressing room later, her mind racing. The stranger’s words replayed over and over, the implications gnawing at her. He knew who she was—who she used to be. And that could mean only one thing: her past wasn’t as buried as she thought.
Lola found her sitting there, her face pale and her hands trembling. “You okay?”
“No,” Vera admitted. “I’m not.”
“Who was that guy?”
“I don’t know,” Vera lied. “But I think he’s trouble.”
Lola sat beside her, her presence a small comfort. “Well, whatever it is, you’re not facing it alone.”
Vera nodded, but the weight of the stranger’s promise lingered. She’d built a fragile sense of stability in this new life, but now it felt like everything was about to unravel.
And for the first time, Vera realized that surviving the Velvet Fang might be the least of her problems.
Chapter Two – Shadows of the Past
The Velvet Fang was unusually quiet after hours. The stage lights had dimmed, the music silenced, leaving only the faint hum of the club’s neon signs outside. Vera sat in Dominic’s office, her nerves raw as she thought about the stranger who had approached her earlier that evening. His words still echoed in her mind: “I’ll be seeing you again.”
Dominic leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on her. For a man who thrived on control, the stranger’s visit had clearly rattled him. He didn’t show it outwardly, but Vera had been around him long enough to notice the tension in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes.
“So,” Dominic began, his voice low and measured, “you’re here because you think that man’s visit was personal.”
Vera hesitated, her hands twisting in her lap. “He knew who I was, Dom. Who I really was.”
Dominic’s gaze sharpened. “Victor Kane.”
Hearing her old name made her stomach churn. She nodded.
Dominic steepled his fingers, silent for a moment. “If this was just about you, I’d say he was probing—testing to see if you’d crack. But showing up here, in my club, under my nose?” He shook his head. “That wasn’t just about you. That was a message. To both of us.”
Vera frowned. “What kind of message?”
Dominic smirked, but it was humorless. “The kind where they’re either stupid, or they want me to know they’re here. Like lighting a candle in a room full of moths.”
Vera’s pulse quickened. “You think they’re after you?”
“Could be,” Dominic admitted. “But if they know who you were, they’ve got leverage. And in this business, leverage is everything.”
A Difficult Decision
Vera leaned forward, her voice trembling slightly. “What do we do, Dom? I can’t—” She stopped herself, shaking her head. “I can’t let this destroy the life I’ve built here.”
Dominic studied her, his expression unreadable. “We start by getting all our cards on the table. That means bringing in Lola.”
Vera froze. “Lola? Dom, she doesn’t know—”
“And that’s the problem,” Dominic interrupted. “She doesn’t know what she’s involved in, but she’s already tangled up in this. If you trust her, and I think you do, she needs to know the truth.”
Vera swallowed hard. The idea of revealing her past to Lola filled her with dread. What if Lola rejected her? What if she couldn’t handle the truth? But Dominic was right. If they were going to face whatever threat the stranger represented, they couldn’t keep secrets.
“Fine,” Vera said finally. “But I want you to explain it. She deserves to hear it from someone she trusts.”
Dominic nodded. “Fair enough.”
Lola’s Interrogation
Dominic summoned Lola to the office. She arrived a few minutes later, still in her post-shift outfit, her face curious but wary. She glanced between Dominic and Vera, sensing the tension in the room.
“What’s this about?” Lola asked, folding her arms. “You two look like someone just kicked your puppy.”
Dominic gestured for her to sit. “Relax, kid. I just have a few questions for you.”
Lola frowned but sat down. “Questions? About what?”
“About Vera,” Dominic said evenly.
Lola glanced at Vera, who avoided her gaze. “What about her?”
Dominic leaned forward, his tone casual but probing. “What do you really know about her, Lola? How she got here? Who she was before she showed up at the Fang?”
Lola blinked, surprised by the question. “Not much, honestly. She just… showed up one day, and you brought her in. She was a mess at first—didn’t know how to walk in heels, didn’t know how to handle clients. I had to teach her everything.”
“And you never thought that was strange?” Dominic pressed.
“Well, yeah,” Lola admitted. “But I figured maybe she was just green, you know? New to the life. I didn’t think it was my place to pry.”
Dominic nodded, as if satisfied. “And what about earlier tonight? What did you think of the man who came asking for her?”
Lola shivered. “He gave me the creeps. Like he didn’t belong here. What’s this about, Dom? You’re scaring me.”
Dominic glanced at Vera, his expression softening slightly. “You sure about this?” he asked her.
Vera took a deep breath and nodded. “She deserves to know.”
The Truth Revealed
Dominic leaned back in his chair, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Lola, what do you know about a man named Victor Kane?”
Lola frowned, the name tugging at something in her memory. “Victor Kane… That name rings a bell. He used to be a regular here, didn’t he? Tall guy, kind of wiry. Always had this look like he was in control.”
“That’s right,” Dominic said. “And what did you think of him?”
Lola shrugged. “He was like a lot of the guys who came here—had one thing on his mind. But he wasn’t the worst. Actually, now that I think about it, he wasn’t all bad. He’d step in if someone was getting too rowdy, you know? Kept the peace.” She paused, her eyes narrowing as a realization dawned. “But he just… stopped showing up one day. I never saw him again.”
Dominic glanced at Vera, who was staring at the floor, her hands trembling slightly. “You’re looking at him,” Dominic said quietly.
“What?” Lola said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dominic leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “Victor Kane didn’t disappear, Lola. Morrigan made sure of that. She turned him into Vera.”
Lola’s mouth fell open as she looked at Vera, stunned. “You’re kidding, right? Dom, this is some kind of joke…”
“It’s not a joke,” Vera said, finally lifting her head to meet Lola’s gaze. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice trembling. “It’s the truth.”
Lola stared at her, searching her face for some kind of lie but finding none.
“Why?” Lola whispered. “Why would Morrigan do that to you?”
“Because I betrayed her,” Vera admitted. “I stole from her. She could’ve killed me, but she thought this was worse. And… she was right.”
Lola sat back in her chair, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this. You were… You were Victor Kane? And now you’re…”
“Vera,” Dominic finished for her. “And the man who showed up tonight? He knows the truth. That’s why we need you to understand what’s going on.”
Lola’s Response
Lola was quiet for a long moment, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. Finally, she looked at Vera, her expression a mix of disbelief and sympathy.
“Well,” she said slowly, “I guess that explains why you were so bad at being a woman.”
The tension broke slightly as Dominic chuckled, and even Vera managed a small, shaky smile.
“I’m not going to lie,” Lola continued, her voice softening. “This is… a lot to take in. But I’ve got your back, Vera. I don’t care who you used to be. You’re one of us now.”
Vera felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Thank you, Lola. That means more than you know.”
Dominic stood, his tone shifting back to business. “Alright, now that we’re all on the same page, we need to figure out our next move. That stranger wasn’t just here for Vera. He was sending a message to me, too. And I don’t take kindly to messages.”
As the three of them sat together, the weight of the situation settled over them. They were no longer just dancers and a manager in a strip club. They were players in a dangerous game, and the stakes were higher than ever.
Chapter Three – Into the Lion’s Den
The Velvet Fang carried on as if nothing was wrong. The music thumped, the lights flashed, and the patrons poured in, blissfully unaware of the tension simmering beneath the surface. Dominic’s instructions were clear: business as usual. The last thing they wanted was to tip their hand to the stranger—or anyone else who might be watching.
But for Vera, the weight of what was coming made it almost impossible to focus. Her shift dragged on, every smile and sway of her hips feeling mechanical. By the time the last of the patrons left and the doors were locked, she was exhausted—but the real challenge was just beginning.
The Plan
Vera sat in Dominic’s office, Lola by her side. Dominic leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his expression hard and unreadable.
“We don’t know what they have on you, Vera,” Dominic said, his voice steady but firm. “But I’d bet it’s nothing concrete. Rumors. Speculation. If they had solid proof, they wouldn’t be playing games—they’d be making demands.”
“Then why the theatrics?” Vera asked.
“Because they want something,” Dominic replied. “Something from you. Something from me. Either way, the message has been sent, and we don’t leave messages unanswered.”
Vera swallowed hard, her nerves clawing at her. “So you’re saying I have to meet them.”
Dominic nodded. “Face-to-face. Alone. If we send anyone else, they’ll know we’re scared. And I don’t scare easy.”
The weight of his words settled over Vera like a lead blanket. She wasn’t Victor Kane anymore—she didn’t have the power or authority she once wielded. But Dominic wasn’t giving her a choice.
“You’ll be fine,” Dominic said, as if reading her thoughts. “You’ve got everything you need. Trust your instincts. Remember who you were—who you still are under all this.”
Lola hesitated before speaking. “Vera… if this goes wrong—”
“It won’t,” Dominic interrupted, his tone firm. “She’ll handle it.”
Lola’s Advice
Later, as Vera prepared in the dressing room, Lola lingered, leaning against the vanity with an uneasy expression. She fiddled with one of her bracelets, clearly uncomfortable.
“This is… a lot,” Lola said finally, her voice soft. “I mean, Dom’s right—you can do this. But I can’t pretend I’m not worried.”
Vera glanced at her through the mirror. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m terrified.”
Lola gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, that tracks. But look, you’ve got something the rest of us don’t. You were a guy once. You know what men like this want. You know how they think.”
Vera turned to face her, a faint frown tugging at her lips. “You mean I know what men want from women like me now.”
“Exactly,” Lola said. “And that’s your edge. You’ve been on the other side of this game, so you can play them better than they expect. Use what you know. Be provocative. Be sensual. Flirt with them, tease them, make them think they’re the ones in control.”
Vera nodded slowly, the knot in her stomach tightening. “And if they start pushing too hard?”
“Then you push back. Not with strength—that’s not your weapon anymore. But you can intimidate them in other ways. Make them doubt themselves. Make them wonder if you’re more dangerous than you look.”
Vera couldn’t help but smile faintly. “You’ve been spending too much time with Dom.”
Lola grinned, but the worry in her eyes didn’t fade. “Just… be careful, okay? You saved me that night, Vera. I’m not about to lose you now.”
The Encounter
The meeting was set in a private room at a high-end hotel downtown, the kind of place where discretion was part of the price tag. Vera arrived alone, her heart pounding as she stepped into the elevator. She wore a sleek, black dress that clung to her figure, her makeup perfect, her hair cascading down her back in glossy waves. She looked every bit the confident escort Dominic and Lola had trained her to be.
But inside, she was trembling.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with expensive cologne and tension. The stranger sat in an armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp suit and calm demeanor exuded control, but Vera could see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes as she entered.
“Vera,” he said, his voice smooth. “Right on time.”
She smiled, letting her hips sway as she approached. “Punctuality’s part of the service.”
The stranger chuckled, gesturing for her to sit. “I’ve been looking forward to this. You’re quite the enigma.”
Vera sat gracefully, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly, her posture deliberate. “Am I? I’m just a girl trying to make a living.”
“Of course,” he said, his smile faint. “But there’s more to you than that, isn’t there?”
Vera’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression calm. “Maybe. But a little mystery keeps things interesting, don’t you think?”
The stranger laughed softly, swirling his whiskey. “Fair enough. But I’m curious about something. A girl like you… How does she end up working for someone like Dominic?”
Vera tilted her head, her lips curving into a coy smile. “Let’s just say Dominic has a knack for finding hidden talent.”
Testing the Waters
The conversation continued, a careful dance of words and glances. The stranger probed, his questions subtle but pointed.
“Dominic must trust you,” he said at one point. “To let you handle something like this.”
“Dominic trusts me to make him money,” Vera replied, her tone light. “And I’m very good at that.”
The stranger leaned back, studying her. “And what about you? Do you trust him?”
Vera hesitated, then smiled. “Trust is a tricky thing in this business. But Dominic’s always been good to me. That’s more than I can say for most men.”
He laughed at that, but his eyes remained sharp. “You’re good at this,” he said, almost admiringly. “But I think there’s more to you than you let on.”
“Maybe,” Vera said, leaning forward slightly, her voice dropping to a soft, teasing whisper. “But you’ll have to work a little harder to find out.”
A Dangerous Revelation
As the evening went on, Vera began to piece together fragments of the stranger’s intent. He wasn’t just fishing for information about Dominic—he was testing her, searching for cracks in her façade.
And then he slipped.
“You remind me of someone,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes watching her closely. “A man I used to know. Victor Kane.”
Vera’s blood ran cold, but she didn’t flinch. She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Never heard of him. But he sounds like trouble.”
The stranger smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. “He was. But he disappeared. Just… vanished, one day. People like that don’t stay gone for long, though. Do they?”
Vera’s heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm. “I wouldn’t know. I try not to get involved with dangerous men.”
The stranger chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Smart girl.”
The Aftermath
When Vera finally left the hotel, her legs felt like jelly. She managed to keep her composure until she was safely in a cab, then let out a shaky breath. She had survived the encounter—but only barely.
Back at the Velvet Fang, Dominic and Lola were waiting for her in his office.
“Well?” Dominic asked.
“They know something,” Vera said, her voice trembling. “But I don’t think it’s solid. They’re fishing.”
Dominic nodded, his expression grim. “Then we’ve still got time. But we need to figure out who they’re working for—and what they really want.”
Lola placed a comforting hand on Vera’s shoulder. “You did good,” she said softly. “Better than I would’ve.”
Vera managed a small smile, but the fear in her chest hadn’t faded. The stranger’s words echoed in her mind: “People like that don’t stay gone for long.”
Victor Kane might have disappeared, but Vera’s past was catching up to her.
And she wasn’t sure she could outrun it.
Chapter Four – The Spotlight
The days after Vera’s encounter with the stranger passed with an unsettling quiet. The Velvet Fang operated as if nothing had changed, the music, lights, and crowds masking the tension that brewed beneath the surface. Vera, Dominic, and Lola kept their guard up, their shared secret creating an unspoken bond. But nothing could have prepared Vera for what was coming next.
Morrigan’s Summons
It was late when the call came, as was Morrigan’s way. Vera and Dominic were summoned to a private meeting at one of Morrigan’s hidden offices—a sleek, minimalist space that radiated power and control. Vera couldn’t shake the feeling of dread as she stepped inside, Dominic at her side.
Morrigan didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She sat at the head of the table, her sharp green eyes piercing through both of them as she placed a folded newspaper article on the table.
“Sit,” she said, her tone cold.
Dominic and Vera obeyed, exchanging uneasy glances as Morrigan slid the article toward them.
“Read,” she commanded.
Vera unfolded the article, her stomach sinking as she scanned the headline: “Whispers from the Velvet Fang: A Disappeared Patron and Secrets Behind the Curtain.”
The article wasn’t front-page news, but it was damning. It wove a subtle web of accusations and rumors about the Velvet Fang, mentioning its reputation for dubious activities. Worse still, it hinted at a patron with a shady past—Victor Kane—who had vanished mysteriously, last seen at the club.
Dominic’s expression darkened as he read over her shoulder. “This is their work. The stranger and whoever’s backing him.”
“No doubt,” Morrigan said coolly. “It’s buried now, but if it gains traction, it could ignite suspicion. And suspicion, my dears, is bad for business.”
Vera felt her chest tighten. Her name wasn’t mentioned, but the implication was clear. Whoever had planted this knew too much.
“What do we do?” Vera asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Morrigan smiled faintly, a calculated glint in her eyes. “We get ahead of it.”
Morrigan’s Plan
Morrigan leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers as she fixed Vera with a predatory gaze. “You, my dear, will be the face of the Velvet Fang’s innocence. Quite literally.”
Vera frowned, her heart pounding. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” Morrigan said, “you will be on the front cover of a leading, high-end fashion magazine. ‘Modele,’ to be precise.” She placed a glossy, recent issue of the magazine on the table for emphasis. The cover featured a stunning model draped in couture, her confident pose commanding attention.
Vera’s blood ran cold. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Morrigan replied, her voice sharp. “You will reveal all—everything we want them to know, of course. And every part of your body will be on display. Full nude. Tasteful, of course, but unmistakable.”
Vera’s jaw dropped. “Morrigan, no! You can’t do this to me.”
Morrigan raised an eyebrow. “And why not? You owe me. This will not only dispel rumors about your ‘suspicious arrival,’ but it will also crush any insinuation that you were ever anyone else. You’ll be Vera, through and through, in the public eye. A dazzling new model with nothing to hide.”
“But… but everyone will see me,” Vera stammered. “I… I can’t—”
“You can, and you will,” Morrigan said, cutting her off. “We don’t have the luxury of modesty, Vera. This will divert attention away from the article, elevate the Velvet Fang’s reputation, and bring in wealthier patrons. It’s a win-win.”
Dominic, sensing Vera’s rising panic, stepped in. “Morrigan, this is a big ask. What’s the incentive for her?”
Morrigan smiled faintly. “A significant reduction in her debt.”
Vera blinked, stunned.
“If you agree,” Morrigan continued, “$350,000 will be wiped from your debt. Combine that with the $15,000 you’ve already worked off, and you’ll be down to $400,000. Almost halfway there.”
Vera hesitated, torn between terror and the appeal of cutting her debt nearly in half. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Morrigan said, her tone icy. “This is bigger than you, Vera. This is about survival—for all of us. Make your decision.”
Reluctant Agreement
After a long, painful silence, Vera finally nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it.”
Morrigan smiled, a predator satisfied with its kill. “Good. Dominic will handle the arrangements. The shoot is in three days.”
Vera stared at the table, her hands trembling. She knew Morrigan well enough to understand that this plan wasn’t just about damage control—it was a calculated risk with consequences she couldn’t yet see.
Lola’s Support
Back at the Velvet Fang, Vera sat in the dressing room, her head in her hands. Lola entered cautiously, her eyes filled with concern.
“What happened in there?” Lola asked.
Vera explained the plan, her voice heavy with dread. When she finished, Lola was silent for a moment, then let out a low whistle. “Wow. Morrigan doesn’t play around, does she?”
“She’s putting me on the cover of a magazine,” Vera said, her voice cracking. “Full nude, Lola. Everyone will see me—like this.”
“Yeah,” Lola said softly. “That’s… a lot.”
Vera looked up at her, tears brimming in her eyes. “How am I supposed to do this?”
Lola sat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to do what you always do. You’re going to survive.”
“How?” Vera whispered.
Lola smiled faintly. “You’re a natural at answering questions without actually answering them. You’ll just do that, but prettier. And you’ve already handled creeps, drunks, and strangers with secrets. You can handle a bunch of nosy journalists.”
Vera laughed weakly. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It’s not,” Lola admitted. “But I’ll help you get ready. We’ll work on how you talk about yourself, what to say and what not to say. And Vera?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re going to look incredible on that cover.”
Winding Down
The days leading up to the shoot passed in a blur. Vera and Lola spent hours practicing how to navigate questions about her life and her connection to the Velvet Fang. Vera’s anxiety simmered beneath the surface, but she began to find moments of confidence, bolstered by Lola’s unwavering support.
On the day of the shoot, Vera stood in front of the studio mirror, draped in nothing but a silk robe. The photographer, stylists, and assistants buzzed around her, oblivious to her inner turmoil. She took a deep breath, remembering Lola’s words: You’ve already survived worse.
As she stepped onto the set, the camera lights flaring to life, Vera plastered on a dazzling smile. If she was going to bare herself to the world, she would do it on her terms.
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Epilogue: A Dangerous Spotlight
Back at the Velvet Fang, the magazine cover was the talk of the staff. Lola beamed with pride as she held up the issue, which featured Vera in all her glory, her flawless figure and confident pose radiating power and allure.
But in the shadows, danger still loomed.
In a dimly lit room far from the club, the stranger who had approached Vera flipped through the magazine, a sly smile curling his lips. He placed the issue down on a desk already cluttered with photographs, clippings, and notes—each one tied to the Velvet Fang and its secrets.
“Interesting move, Morrigan,” he murmured. “Let’s see how long you can keep the spotlight from burning you.”
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