Page 207 of Claim Me
There’s a fact-checking section.
"We verify the claims made by Blue Lowen’s bodyguard."
I go through it point by point whenever I can, discreetly scrolling while Blue moves between meetings.
And to my relief, the verification is solid.
Everything I said is listed there, along with sources confirming that it’s true.
The article in question is from East Time Magazine, owned by Victor Lowen, so the tone isn’t surprising, but it doesn’t stop there.
Other outlets, usually critical of Blue, are publishing more neutral pieces, admitting that the billionaire has been hiding a more altruistic side, even if they frame it with a bit of irony, suggesting he might not want his image softened, but none of them deny the facts.
Some still bring up the lawsuits against Malden over side effects related to pheromone receptor blockers and heat or rut suppression, but those are old points by now.
Out of curiosity, I read the comment section.
Usually it’s full of negativity, but now, to my surprise, something is shifting.
More people are saying that Blue is complicated, that not everything about him is what the public thinks, that it’s easier to hate than to reconsider.
It’s subtle, but it spreads, like ripples across water, more discussion, more people digging deeper, hundreds of comments, and the tone is no longer predominantly one-sided.
Then I notice one comment getting a lot of attention. The profile picture looks familiar, so I click, and it turns out to be the dad of that sick omega teenager, Tino, whose therapy Blue paid for.
He writes about how Blue covered millions in treatment for his son, how it worked, how his son is doing better now, and his post sets off a chain reaction, more people replying, dozens of them, sharing stories about help they received from Blue.
And there are a lot of testimonies, a lot!
I stare at it all, my vision blurring slightly, because even if many still hate him, at least some are starting to see that he’s not the monster they thought.
What stands out even more is that there are fewer mindless attacks. People are more careful, more measured, acknowledging that alongside the controversial parts of his work, like supporting Beta Activation, there’s another side that isn’t so easy to dismiss.
My hands shake a little as I read, and there’s constant moisture at the edge of my vision.
My Blue…
…at least a little fairness for my omega.
Even if what I did was just a small part of it, I’d rather be something positive in his life than another weight dragging him down.
Blue finishes his last meeting of the day, and as he leaves the room, I notice Director Flanegin walking up to him, muttering condolences about the airplane crash in an overly sobby tone, sighing and shaking his head.
Blue takes it in a rather reserved manner.
Then we go back to his penthouse and have dinner together.
At first we don’t bring up the articles, but I’d be wrong to assume Blue hasn’t seen them, he just always knows.
At one point he looks up from his plate and says with seriousness, "You made an impact, Gabriel. I appreciate it. Even if I’ve learned to live surrounded by hate, this shift is real, and even on a practical level, today’s sales reports are already about twenty percent higher than usual, not that it matters most, but it is measurable, and it’s because of you."
He says it in that formal tone of his, almost detached, but I know him well enough to hear what’s underneath. And our Bondgives me subtle clues. He really is grateful, and… happy about what I did.
I hesitate, unsure whether to turn it into a discussion about his public image, but I don’t want to.
I’d rather make it awkward again!
So I slide off my chair and move on my knees toward him, and he looks at me, surprised.
