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“I believe someone wanted her quiet. And I believe you look… remarkably like her. The same bone structure. The same defiant set of the jaw.” He leaned forward. “I want you to attend a party next Saturday. A private gathering. You’ll wear her clothes, speak in her manner, let a few old friends see that she’s still… with me.”

Back in the study, Julian watched her go. Then he picked up the recorder she’d left behind—fake, of course. Empty. PureTaboo - Pristine Edge - What-s In It For Me...

Pristine’s blood cooled. “You don’t believe that.” “I believe someone wanted her quiet

“You’re right,” she said. “I do look like her. But she died because she played along. I’ll burn this house to the ground before I let you turn me into her.” The same defiant set of the jaw

Julian’s smile never wavered. “Of course.” The party was a nightmare dressed in crystal and candlelight. A mansion on the Hudson, filled with silver-haired men and women who laughed too loud. Pristine wore a vintage black dress—the dead woman’s—and felt like a ghost even before she stepped inside.

Pristine stared at the photo. The dead woman’s eyes stared back—calm, knowing, almost pitying. Don’t do it , those eyes seemed to say. The price is never just money.