Three days after sending the carefully crafted intelligence to Victor, I woke to find my face plastered across every major newspaper in London. But these weren't the society page photos from the charity gala—these were unflattering paparazzi shots paired with headlines that made my blood run cold.
"FAKE HEIRESS: The Truth About Damon Silverstone's Substitute Bride" "ILLEGITIMATE IMPOSTOR: How a Bastard Daughter Infiltrated London's Elite" "THE BLACKWOOD DECEPTION: Inside the Marriage That Shocked the Supernatural World"
"Son of a bitch," I breathed, scanning the articles that painted me as a calculating social climber who had manipulated my way into one of Europe's most powerful families through deception and sexual manipulation.
Damon appeared in the doorway of my bedroom, his face grim as he held up his own tablet. "It's not just the print media. Adrian's been giving interviews to every television program that would have him."
