The morning after the gala was chaos.
Logan Mason's name dominated every headline, every entertainment blog, every whispered conversation on the streets of Prague. The world hadn't just woken up to a scandal; it had woken up to an earthquake.
HOLLYWOOD HEARTTHROB CLAIMS MYSTERY WOMAN
WHO IS AURORA SAGE? BODYGUARD, LOVER, OR BOTH?
LOGAN MASON BREAKS CLEAN IMAGE WITH SHOCKING CONFESSION
By noon, Logan's penthouse was swarmed by paparazzi. They camped outside the gates with flashing cameras and aggressive questions, their voices carrying all the way up to the balcony where Aurora sat, sipping black coffee like the noise didn't bother her.
Logan, however, thrived in it. He strode through the suite shirtless, towel slung carelessly around his neck, scrolling through his phone with a smirk. "Front page of five countries. Trending number one on social media. You'd think I'd just won another award."
Aurora didn't look up from her coffee. "You're enjoying this far too much."
