By evening, the whispers had evolved into something sharper.
Kiera felt it before she saw it—the way conversations paused when she entered a room, the way eyes flicked away too late. The campus wasn't just watching anymore. It was deciding.
She sat alone at one of the outdoor tables near the student center, her notebook open but unread. The words blurred together as her mind replayed the day's moments: the stares, the murmurs, the argument in the quad. Something had shifted.
Lisa arrived first, breathless, dropping into the seat across from her. "Kiera… have you checked your phone?"
Kiera frowned. "No. Why?"
Lucas followed close behind, jaw tight. "Someone posted something."
That was all it took. Kiera reached for her phone.
The post wasn't long. It didn't need to be.
"Let's be honest—how does someone like Kiera Torres suddenly get access, influence, and protection without strings attached? Follow the money."
Below it were comments. Dozens. Then hundreds. Speculation masquerading as certainty. Curiosity turning cruel.
Kiera felt the air leave her lungs.
"This is ridiculous," Lisa said angrily. "They're implying things without saying them outright."
"That's how rumors work," Lucas muttered. "They don't accuse. They suggest."
Kiera stared at the screen, her fingers cold. She had faced hardship, loss, and struggle—but this was different. This wasn't about survival. This was about dignity.
Footsteps approached.
Shane stopped when he saw her face. One look at the phone in her hand and his expression darkened completely.
"Who posted this?" he asked, voice calm in a way that frightened even Lucas.
"A burner account," Lucas said. "Anonymous. But it's spreading fast."
Shane took the phone gently from Kiera's hand. His jaw tightened as he scrolled.
"They're crossing a line," he said quietly.
Kiera finally looked up. "This isn't your fight."
His eyes snapped to hers. "It became my fight the moment they decided to use my name to diminish yours."
She stood abruptly. "Shane, don't."
But it was too late. He was already moving.
They followed him to the center of the quad, where students had gathered—some openly scrolling, others whispering. The air buzzed with anticipation, as if everyone sensed something was about to happen.
Shane stopped near the fountain and turned slowly, his voice cutting clean through the noise.
"That post is false."
Silence fell.
"If anyone here thinks Kiera Torres is standing where she is because of me, then you've misunderstood both of us."
A few students shifted uncomfortably. Phones lowered.
"She earned her place here long before I entered her life," Shane continued. "And if you need someone to blame for visibility, attention, or discomfort—look at me."
Kiera's heart pounded. "Shane—"
He glanced at her briefly, eyes softening. Then he looked back at the crowd.
"But if you choose to question her integrity again," he said, voice steady but dangerous, "you'll be answering to me. Publicly."
The words landed heavy. Final.
No one spoke.
Someone in the back muttered, "He's serious."
Lisa exhaled slowly. Lucas looked stunned.
Shane turned back to Kiera, his voice dropping. "You shouldn't have had to see that."
Kiera shook her head, emotion swelling unexpectedly. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to."
They stood there, the campus holding its breath around them. For the first time, the attention didn't feel predatory—it felt restrained.
Later, when the crowd had dispersed and the night had softened the edges of the day, Kiera and Shane walked in silence along the lit path behind the library.
"You didn't ask me first," she said quietly.
"I know."
"I'm not angry." She paused. "Just… overwhelmed."
He stopped walking. "I won't speak for you again without asking. But I won't stay silent when you're being hurt."
Kiera looked at him then—really looked at him. Not the heir. Not the protector. Just Shane.
"No one has ever done that for me," she admitted.
His voice was gentle. "You shouldn't have had to do everything alone."
The space between them shrank—not physically, but emotionally. The tension that had hovered for chapters now felt different. Less guarded. More honest.
For a moment, it felt like something might happen—something irreversible.
But Kiera stepped back, breathing deeply. "I need time."
Shane nodded immediately. "Take all of it."
Yet his eyes lingered, filled with something that looked a lot like hope.
As they parted ways that night, Kiera realized the scandal hadn't broken her.
It had clarified something instead.
This wasn't just attention anymore.
This wasn't just rumor.
This was connection—tested, visible, and no longer deniable.
And whatever came next would change everything.
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