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The grand ballroom of the Claridge House was a cathedral of gilded lies. Crystal chandeliers dripped with light, casting a honeyed glow over silk gowns and tailored tuxedos. The murmur of polite conversation, the clink of champagne flutes, the soft swell of a string quartet—it was a symphony of wealth, carefully orchestrated to sound like joy. But beneath it, there was a hum. A low, electric thrum that only Leontius Vale could hear. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, a shadow in a charcoal suit. His pale green eyes were fixed on one point in the crowd: you. She was a rising star, her face on every magazine cover, her every step tracked by cameras. But tonight, she was unaware of the one lens that never blinked—his. Two years ago, at a charity show, he had seen her gaze. A gaze t…