Chapter 7: The Invitation

The night after the party, Natasha couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. The way Jayden had warned her, the way Damian had looked at her—it all felt like an invisible thread was pulling her deeper into something she didn't understand.

As she sat at the university café, stirring her coffee absentmindedly, Emily plopped down across from her with an exasperated sigh. "You're in trouble."

Natasha blinked. "What now?"

Emily slid her phone across the table. On the screen was a campus blog post titled The Girl Who Danced with Damian Blackwood. Below the headline was a picture of Natasha in Damian's arms, their eyes locked in what looked like an intimate moment under the golden lights.

Her stomach sank. "Are you kidding me?"

"Welcome to the limelight," Emily said dryly. "You're officially the most talked-about girl on campus."

Natasha groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "This is exactly why I didn't want to go to that party. Now everyone thinks—"

"They think you're in the game now," Emily interrupted. "And that means things are about to get messy."

Before Natasha could respond, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Damian: Hope you're ready for round two. Blackwood Gala. Tomorrow night. Be there.

Her heart pounded. A gala? Another event? Why was he pulling her into this?

Emily read over her shoulder. "Oh, girl. You have no idea what you've just stepped into."

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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit penthouse, Jayden stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker below. His phone sat on the table, Damian's message to Natasha still open.

"She won't survive this world," a voice spoke from the shadows.

Jayden's jaw clenched. "That's what I'm afraid of."

As the night deepened, Natasha had no idea that the Blackwood Gala wouldn't just be another party—it would be the beginning of something far more dangerous, where love, betrayal, and hidden truths would intertwine in ways she never imagined.