Chapter: Chapter Ninety Eight Lyra's POV~The ritual altar of the Silver Veil was a cell of blistering pain, the molten silver tubes crawling in my arms like branded snakes inciting pain so bad I was blind with it, the pain a howling cacophony in my veins as I lay with arms spread wide, hazel eyes burning with power more wolf than human-made more lethal by the pack blood that echoed Elara’s, my twin, her presence across the altar, a sister I never knew but felt as if she’d always been, this wolf in me. This was the tempest, fire and blood, that was the Vats’ roar, the pulse of their roar that shook the concrete floor as their crimson runes flared up as if a beast had opened its eyes and loomed to engulf us. Silver Veil had made me into their weapon, had nurtured me in their sterile vats, had taught me to be the real vessel, and I was the fake one, a truth that splintered my fucking sense of self; my whole life was nothing more than a filthy story spun by Tyler’s icy hands. Outside the shaken walls of the lab, Bloo
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety SevenDamien's POV~I was in the center of the storm, my black wolf soul coated in blood, the silver bullet wound in my side an ever-painful fire I’d never been able to fully extinguish and my claws twitching to slash through anything that stood between me and Elara, my mate, the anchor of my heart. She was pinned to the altar in the middle, wrists torn to shreds and dripping blood, silver tubes glistening with the core of her life, Lyra—my twin, a reflection of me and yet not, a fact that still made me shudder—there beside her, expressions unwavering, gaze blazing with stubbornness. This, Julian’s collapse a step away, his blood pooling from a silver blade’s gouge, and Roland’s savage confrontation with Savire- it made the madness worse, the lab a slaughterhouse of clashing men, steel and screams. My love for Elara was a wildfire that raged, fierce and fevered, raging through my pain and scarring of my past—killing her in another life, a sin that plagued my every breath and drove me to do
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety SixRoland's POV~I gazed down at Julian, my child, his crushed body crumpled beside the altar, his blood collecting beneath him from a cut inflicted by a slide of a silver blade to his thigh, his color gone, his breathing weak and shallow. His betrayal–stealing the run dagger, choosing to side with Alastor, to thwart the ritual–hurt worse than any physical wound, a knife in my heart, but he was my blood, my legacy, and I’d tear this lab apart to save him, to tug him back from the brink. The truth of his status as a vessel, that his lifeblood had been linked to Lyra's in the Phase Shift ritual of Silver Veil, had broken my faith, but I couldn't let him go; not now. Bloodhound troops stumbled outside the lab’s strong walls, my wolves cast down under the brutal assault of Vellex and his Silver Veil, their dying howls fading into the night, consumed by the ritual’s thunderous drone, its sigils pulsing like the chest of a living beast rising. Nothing but fury flowed in my veins, frantic prote
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety FiveJulian's POV~As I fought, my body was a wreck but I would not give in, the Silver Veil ritual lab was all madness and a furnace, the pools of molten silver churned like some untamed beast, their blaze so white and searing it seared my sight as I fought beside my father. Blood leaked from a cut in my side, a guard’s claw piercing, my breath heaving in ragged gasps as I struggled to breathe through the pain that would otherwise have dragged me under. The discovery of Elara’s twin, Lyra, and the fact I’d played this strong-willed, independent twin only to play her again as a vessel in the Phase Shift ritual—a truth Tyler had thrown at us like some taunt—had crushed my carefully crafted aspirations, my fate, like hers, marked in blood to be offered as a sacrifice, a pawn in Silver Veil’s game. Bloodhound and Vellex wolves fought each other around us, their howls and the crash of steel reverberated through the concrete walls of the lab, Roland’s war for my freedom was a storm I’d sparked
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety FourSabrina's POV~I squatted behind a twisted trunk, my breath high in the bitter chill of the air, my heart hammering like a war drum. The fact that Rosa had collaborated behind the scenes with Silver Veil—one of the stolen files I’d risked my life to steal—ate at my soul, the betrayal mirroring my own as a “Silver Veil Asset,” a role that had condemned me as a traitor, a death verdict written in blood. Tyler’s threat to Gideon and Winifred — an ominous text on my burner phone, “Deliver them, or they die” — was a noose tightening around my neck, their lives a weight I could not shake. Bloodhound raids filled the night, Roland’s wolves closing in on me, their howls a promise of revenge for my involvement in Julian’s ritual machinations, an involvement in which Tyler had forced us all to take part. But I’d returned Julian’s stolen ritual notes to Damien, the act desperate and pathetic in equal measure, an attempt to escape grimly away from betrayal. And now, I gripped new coordinates to t
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety ThreeCaspian's POV~I struggled side by side with Damien, my tawny wolf’s coat shiny with blood, my claws raking the throat of one of the Silver Veil guards, and blood spraying across the glowing carvings and runes in the ground, their crimson beat powering the Phase Shift. Jasmine's capture, tied to an altar with Elara and Lyra - Elara's twin, an abomination came into being too suddenly, a fissure that cracked through my reality - drove a spike of desperate aching through my heart, my mate bond with Jasmine seething in my blood, begging me to save her, to have her in my arms again. Savire’s betrayal, to be so blood-cursed that his lineage was woven into the Alpha of the ritual, was a wound that bled as freely as the lacerations near my rib cage, my father’s lie a deception that sliced deeper than any knife. The hum of the ritual was a living thing, buzzing with energy, the twins’ glowing eyes an indication that it was coming to life, Tyler’s taunting admonition that we were “birthing the
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty FiveBroken Bondsvalenticia's POV~I stood, frozen, in the library of the Clawford family estate, Marcus’s picture wobbling in my grip. My Stefan was at a Seryne café with Natasha Anderson, his hand on top of hers on the table, their heads inclined in close company. My heart broke into pieces as if glass shattered on the pavement into a thousand sharp pieces—why did you lie to me? Where fear and fury met, my breaths coming raggedly, the antidote vial locked away in my box nothing but a whisper against this betrayal. His distant texts ever since our night in the rose garden, his Busy, talk soon, now felt toxic. My hands clenched around the photo, biting into its edges, the fear piking—is he with Galden? The library’s oak shelves towered above, Eleanor’s journals accusing the skin off my bones and I fell toward a chair, my sweater soaked with sweat, my mother’s lullaby — - Hush my star — a thin whisper I couldn’t latch on to. Determination flickered, a little flame among the ruins I will f
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty fourPatel’s TruthDr Patel's POV~I crouched at my desk, heaped with papers like dead leaves and with the fluorescent light buzzing down into my brain and cowing the shadow shapes into retreat upon the printout of Valenticia Clawford’s antidote formula. A cold serpent of fear slithered in my gut, its whisper unceasing: What if I fail her once more? Callused from years of lab work my fingers hovered over the formula, chemical notations holding out brittle hope I’d distilled under Gregor Galden’s brooding instructions. His voice from that call last night came back to me, ice cold, “Feed her lies, break her”, an order at odds with guilt that gnawed at my bones. I’d labored under Galden in 1999, testing Dr. Marrow’s memory serum with no idea that my patient, Subject V, was Valenticia, a child, Eleanor Clawford’s daughter, my colleague whose warmth had once lit my way. I felt my throat close, shame hot. How did I miss it? The office air was stale and Seryne’s morning bustle distanced by a fros
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty ThreeLazareth’s VeilGregor's POV~I sat back in my leather chair, a Scotch in my hand, watching the amber of my drink reflect the light of the desk lamp as I sneered through Lazareth’s serum trials. My voice was steel, cruel wisdom cut over years of practiced control, “Valenticia’s a pawn, nothing less.” Behold the Lazareth project – my masterpiece, the weaponization of memory-hole suppression, serum derived from the remains of Subject V, my niece, Valenticia Clawford. Her groping for the antidote, her mother’s sorry heirloom, was the gnat’s hum in my scheming. Fear? Absent. She would never win in a fight against me. I sipped the scotch, the burn in the scotch, and scrolled through documents with coded file names, Lazareth’s data a symphony of power: dosages fine-tuned, trials enlarged, funds wired into shadow accounts. My will did not waver, it was iron, hard -- the world will bend, and Valenticia will break. *Natasha Anderson's report had flashed across my screen, her voice came clippe
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Two Kane’s SecretsValencitia's POV~My boots tapped quietly on the varnished floor, terror humming in my blood as I gripped Marcus’s note: Marrow’s alias—Elias Kane, Seryne bookshop. The words were a lifeline, a thread with which to pull apart Galden’s lies, but dread curled tight—what if Kane’s another trap? The vial of the antidote, stored safely within the lockbox in the estate, felt a hopeless distance away, and its warning — ‘unstable, neural overload — a ghost in my thoughts. My sweater stuck to my skin, still wet from Seryne’s morning dew, and I crawled into a microfilm booth, the machine’s purr a dark rumble. My fear peaked, and suddenly my heart was pounding—is Natasha looking? Her card from the coast lab, Marcus’ warning, that there was a mole in Lena’s lab, haunted me, but my mother’s note–find Marrow burned even brighter inside of me, a promise to get justice for her and for my father, both of whom Gregor killed.I threaded a 1999 reel, my hands shaking, and the screen blin
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty OneThe Mole’s MarkMarcus POV~Seryne’s streets were a tangle of shadows, the city’s heartbeat a low thrum as I slid open the door to Dr. Lena Voss’s lab, the lock giving way to my picks with a muffled snap. My heart pounded, fear edged—Rosanna’s concern about a Galden mole was no joke, not with Valenticia’s potion in the balance. The lab was dark, the fluorescence down, but there were counters, and my penlight played across them, catching the glimmer of glass vials, and the sheen of steel equipment. My feet were silent against the tile, each step calculated, fear spiking—what if they were here? I had worked for Rosanna a quarter century, and her trust was scraped together through hard luck, but the work I was being asked to do—protecting Valenticia Clawford—felt personal, a reward for a debt to Eleanor’s kindness all those years ago, her welcoming smile when I was little more than a hungry kid that she kept from going hungry. I spotted Lena’s bench, the vials marked Antidote Prototype,
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty A Night of Firevalenticia's POV~I stood near the stone fountain, some gurgle from its depths washed against the fear that had chased me ever since Seryne’s seaside lab, leaving the antidote’s warning—unstable, neural overload—and Natasha’s card behind like specters. My silk blouse stuck to my skin, the evening’s chill raising goose bumps, but my heart raced not with dread, but with anticipation. I had texted Stefan: Garden, tonight. The vial of antidote, secure in my room’s safe, was a burden I needed to put away from me, and since he was there, warm, unshakeable, to match his presence with his arm about my waist, was all I should require for comfort. Much too faint, the pulse of fear—is Galden watching? —and then Stefan emerged, and for some reason, I felt my fear relax as his long body formed a pattern against the evening light and the cold pressing into the ground; his eyes snapped to my eyes, and I felt another, deeper fire warm me within.He came toward me, the gravel under hi
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Falling for my Billionaire Ex Again!
I stepped inside the office and sat before the doctor. But my thoughts suddenly drifted.
"Mr. Blackwood?" The doctor’s voice pulled me back to the present.
"How is she?"
The doctor sighed, flipping through Natalie’s chart before meeting my gaze. "She suffered a severe head trauma. We managed to stabilize her, but…" He hesitated.
My stomach twisted. "But what?"
"She has retrograde amnesia. Right now, her memory is… fragmented. From what we’ve assessed, she doesn’t recall the last five years."
Ethan froze. "How do you mean, five years?"
"She believes it’s still 2018. In her mind, she’s still your wife."
The words punched the air from my lungs. Still my wife.
"This kind of memory loss can be temporary or permanent—we can’t say for sure. She may recover bits of it over time, or it may come back all at once." The doctor’s gaze softened. "It’s important, Mr. Blackwood, that no one tries to force her to remember anything. Pushing her could make things worse, even more dangerous."
I swallowed hard, my pulse roaring in my ears. Five years of pain, five years of regrets—wiped away.
"Can I see her?"I pleaded.
The doctor hesitated before nodding. "Go easy on her....And Mr. Blackwood?"
"Stay strong."
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Five years ago, Natalie Elise Blackwood walked away from her husband, Ethan Blackwood. After discovering his betrayal, she left without a trace. But when a tragic accident erases her memories, she wakes up believing she’s still Ethan’s devoted wife, unaware of the past that tore them apart. Seizing the opportunity to fix his mistakes, Ethan is determined to keep her by his side, even if it means hiding the painful truth. But when the memories return, will Natalie stay...or will history repeat itself?
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Chapter: Chapter FiveEthan's POV:The air left my lungs.I swallowed hard. "Can I see her?""She will be moved to a ward soon. You can see her then.""I want a private ward arranged for her,” I said without hesitation. "The best one. The most expensive."The doctor nodded. "I’ll have that done."I barely heard him as he walked away. My gaze was fixed on the doors leading to her.Five years of searching. And now, I could only pray she’d wake up.Suddenly, the door swung open and the nurses wheeled Natalie out on a stretcher. An IV drip was connected to her arm. Bandages covered her head, and legs.She looked nothing like the fiery, stubborn woman I had spent years searching for. She looked... broken. And I hated it.I followed closely as they guided her down the hall. Now and then, one of the nurses would glance at me. But, I ignored them.They entered a private ward and gently transferred her onto the hospital bed. Adjusting the monitors and IV stand, they made their final checks before stepping back.“Sh
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Chapter: Chapter FourEthan’s POV:“Mr. Blackwood?”I barely heard the voice calling me. My mind had drifted again, back to her. Natalie.God, how could I not think of her? Even after all these years, she still haunted me.She used to sit beside me in meetings like this, taking notes with a wide smile.She was my secretary—until she became my wife. But life had a way of proving my father and grandfather right: Kindness was a weakness. And losing her—losing us—was all the proof I needed.I clenched my jaw, pushing away the memories. The past had no place here.Murmurs swept through the room as my silence stretched too long. My secretary, Samuel, leaned toward me and whispered the question I had missed.I blinked, shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts. Straightening, I adjusted my cufflinks and finally spoke. “The question was regarding our investments in the European sector, correct?” I asked.The CFO nodded. “Yes, sir. There have been fluctuations in the market due to political instability. Our st
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeNatalie's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER:I sat in my art studio, surrounded by canvases covered in several colors. Some were unfinished, while others were completed yet waiting for meaning. I dragged my brush across the canvas, blending hues of deep blue and ivory. Suddenly, the door was pushed open."Miss Natalie!"A small voice filled the room, followed by hurried footsteps. I turned just as a little boy, no older than six, rushed to my side, clutching a medium-sized whiteboard in his tiny hands. His dark eyes were bright with excitement, his cheeks flushed from running."Did I do it properly?" He asked, his voice tinged with eagerness and a little nervousness.I smiled and set down my brush, placing my palette on the wooden stand beside me. Wiping my paint-streaked hands on my apron, I pulled it off and knelt before him, taking the board from his hands."It's looking great, Kelvin." I praised, scanning the sketch of a small house surrounded by trees, the lines were wobbly
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Chapter: Chapter TwoNatalie's POV:Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road.My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage.I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world.But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.He loved eating greasy pizza on the couch while watching his favorite sports, his arm lazily slung around my shoulders. He loved cooking, taking over the kitchen with a kind of reckless passion that always ended in a mess, and surprising me with breakfast in bed. He laughed with me. Held me. Kissed me like I was the only woman in the world.So how? When?There were no signs—no distance, no arguments, no strange behavior.What went wrong?My hands trembled as they landed on my stomach. Was he unhappy becaus
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Chapter: Chapter OneNatalie’s POV:"What a hectic day.” I sighed, relaxing in the driver’s seat. But despite how exhausted I was, I couldn't stop smiling.Tonight was everything I ever dreamed of. My paintings debuted at the gallery, and I received recognition from some of the most renowned artists in the industry. I glanced at my phone, half-expecting a message from Ethan. He came early but left almost immediately for an emergency meeting. I understood, of course. He always worked hard for us, for our future.I bit my lip, to suppress a smile. I couldn't stop picturing him, waiting for me. Already changed into his sweatpants, lounging on the couch with a glass of whiskey in hand. Maybe he asked the maids to prepare something extraordinary. Maybe he ordered takeout. Maybe he’s waiting to celebrate my success properly.Pulling into the driveway, my heart swelled with anticipation.The house was dark except for the porch light. Strange. Ethan usually makes sure the maids leave a few lights on whenever
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