Chapter: Chapter 131 Vows in Cold Light ELEANOR’S POVThey killed him.They fucking killed him.I stood there in the morgue, the smell of antiseptic and cold steel clawing at my throat as I stared at what was left of Lucan Rhys — my father. His body lay covered on the metal table, headless, mutilated, looking nothing like the great man I once knew him to be. His skin was pale, lifeless… alien. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Every part of me wanted to scream, to vomit, to run and yet my feet refused to move.A thousand emotions tore through me at once — rage, sorrow, fear, bitterness, emptiness, but most of all, vengeance.Amira’s call still echoed in my ears, her frantic voice trembling as she broke the news. I could still hear it, even now — like a knife carving through my chest.Earlier, I’d been in the car, my pulse still pounding from the chaos at the city square. Everything had spiralled out of control so fast. I kept replaying the scene in my mind — the shouting, the fear, the people scattering and that woman…
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Chapter: Chapter 130 The President’s SecretDevon POVThe hum of the fluorescent lights above me was steady… too steady. It drilled into my head with every second that passed. The room was cold- not the kind of cold that bit at your skin, but the one that seeped into your bones and made you aware of your every thought, every breath.A large pane of glass stretched across the far end of the wall, black and glossy. I didn’t need to see through it to know what was behind — eyes. Watching. Measuring. Waiting.They were being polite, for now. Respectful, even. After all, I was still the President of Astria, the face of the nation. But under the calm veneer, I could smell their suspicion. Feel it in the air like static before a storm.I wasn’t afraid. But I was tired, and gods, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.Where was Franco?Did he get to the kids in time?Was Eleanor safe? Did she know yet — about her father’s death?And Jimmie…I clenched my fists on the table, trying to quiet that ache in my chest. His name alone stirred too muc
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Chapter: Chapter 129 The UnravellingJimmie POVThe moment we reached the city square, everything was chaos.Mothers clutched their children, screaming and pushing through the crowd; some were barefoot, some still holding their half-eaten snacks from the stalls. The air smelled of fear — sharp, hot, and real. I could feel it clawing at my skin.“God…” I whispered, stepping out of the car as Fara and Molly followed, the noise of panic swallowing every other sound.My eyes scanned desperately over the sea of faces, searching for just two — Eleanor and Devon. If I could find either of them, maybe… just maybe, I could stop this from turning into what I’d seen in my vision.“Jimmie!” Fara called, but I barely heard her. The pounding in my ears was louder than her voice.A terrified woman ran past, and Fara caught her by the arm. “What happened? What’s going on?” she demanded.The woman’s eyes were wild, her voice shaking. “There was a gunshot! Someone fired! We’re trying to get out. You should too!”The word gunshot hit me li
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Chapter: Chapter 128 Storm & PrejudicesELEANOR POVThe atmosphere felt different today—warmer, brighter, almost ceremonial. The air itself carried a kind of reverence, as if Astria was holding its breath for what this day meant.It’s the 21st of June, and in Astria, that date isn’t just another mark on the calendar- it’s sacred. It’s Lady Augusta Floral Day.Lady Augusta Floral—the woman who, a century ago, had founded Astria’s first refuge for widowed mothers and abandoned children during the Great Northern War. When the world around her was crumbling, she built sanctuaries instead. Safe havens where no child would go hungry, no mother would sleep in the cold. Her legacy became the backbone of Astria’s social structure, the reason this nation celebrates motherhood itself every year on this date.And today, I, Eleanor James, stand at the centre of it all.The plaza was alive with colours—bright banners of gold and ivory fluttered in the soft breeze. The scent of freshly cut roses and lilacs filled the square. Children ran
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Chapter: Chapter 127 At the BrinkJIMMIE’S POV Restless. That’s the only word that could describe the way I’d been feeling ever since Devon left the pack.No matter what I did—reading, training, even meditating- the air still felt heavy. Like a storm hanging just above my chest, refusing to break.I didn’t like the way we left things.The shouting. The accusations. The way his eyes had flashed gold when anger overtook him. Even though part of me was still furious about what he almost did to me, I couldn’t deny the fact that I still cared about him. Deeply. More than I wanted to admit.I understood that he was hurting. That his entire world had just cracked open beneath him, but what I couldn’t understand… what I hated... was the silence.No replies to my messages. No answer to my calls. Not even through the mind link. And that’s what made the unease worse because even if he wanted to ignore me, he couldn’t block me out completely. Not unless something was wrong. Terribly wrong.My fingers drummed against the wooden b
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Chapter: Chapter 126 On Thorn WingsDevon's POV "Oh my God!"Amira's scream ripped the air apart, desperate and ragged. Her huge eyes frantically swept across the living room towards the marbled floor stained with blood, the shattered glass that glittered like diamonds in a nightmare, and Lucan's headless corpse curled up on the floor in the corner. The smell of iron and gunpowder hung heavy in the air, choking it. Franco’s voice came next, low but frantic, from beside me. He had shifted back into human form, his skin streaked with blood, his chest heaving. “Devon, we need to get you out of here! Now!”And then it hit, the sound.Sirens.Dozens of them. Wailing, angry and getting closer.Through the shattered windows, I could already see the red and blue lights dancing across the sky of Astria. The police. No—the feds.“Murder. Homicide.” The words echoed in my skull like a curse. The President of Astria was caught standing in the middle of a massacre.“You... you killed him,” Amira whispered, her voice breaking. She
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Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation
He was robbed of everything—his name, his home, his future. Now he wants it all back.
When Timothy’s father died, the family empire should have been his. Instead, Madison Wellman, the mistress in the shadows, emerged with forged papers, ruthless ambition, and the muscle to throw Timothy and his mother into the streets. Penniless and broken, he watched grief consume his mother until he lost her too. That day, Timothy vowed he would return. That day, he vowed Madison would pay.
Fifteen years later, Timothy is no longer the boy who was cast out—he is a man of power, wealth, and deadly charm. And his revenge begins with Madison’s most vulnerable weakness— her son, Ethan. Handsome, closeted, and trapped by his mother’s control, Ethan is everything Timothy needs to destroy her from the inside. But Ethan is also something Timothy never expected, someone who awakens feelings he thought long buried.
Now Timothy stands at the brink of victory with Madison’s kingdom crumbling, her deceit unraveling, and retribution stands within his grasp. But to take it, he may be compelled to sacrifice the one thing his own heart craves most
Will he choose revenge… or succumb to the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy them both.
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Chapter: Chapter 16 Roses & PrejudicesEthan finally tore his gaze away from the painting — a burst of silver and shadow that suddenly seemed less interesting than the man beside him and looked at Tim with a raised brow.“Excuse me?” he asked, his tone cool but his voice just a shade too tight.Tim chuckled under his breath, that dry, knowing sound that always seemed to find its way under Ethan’s skin. He took a slow step forward, reaching out as a passing waiter floated by with a silver tray of champagne flutes.With effortless grace, Tim plucked one from the tray and lifted it to his lips. Ethan’s eyes betrayed him — watching, almost hypnotised, as those lips curved around the rim of the glass. The subtle motion of Tim’s throat as he swallowed… the faint sigh that left his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, savouring the taste. It was such a small thing, yet Ethan’s pulse spiked, his stomach knotting in ways he couldn’t name.He must have lingered too long.Because when Tim opened his eyes again, there was a glint
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Chapter: Chapter 15 Velvet StormEthan steadied himself at last, though his heart raced beneath his ribs and his hands shook with a nervous energy he never knew he possessed. His entire body was a battleground of contrasts — control, composure, and something dangerously close to desire.He drew a sharp breath, meeting Tim's gaze, his voice cutting through the tension like steel."You are going to watch your tone with me, Mr Dorian," he said, low and even, not blinking. "And stop this insinuating of what is not."Tim's eyebrows rose somewhat, that maddening smirk tugging at his mouth — the kind of smirk that appeared to be both challenge and certainty. He tilted his head, voice cool, teasing, and yet subtly inquiring."Insinuating?" he echoed softly.Ethan squared his shoulders, feet planted. "Yes. Insinuating." His tone was harder now, each word slow and measured. "Quit implying what isn't so."He took a slow step forward, closing the space between them to inches where he could discern the faint glint of amber light
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Chapter: Chapter 14 Under the Gilded Lights The moment Ethan stepped into the Gilded Emporium Art Gallery on Norman Street—the most exclusive gallery in all of Nashville, a sanctuary for the rich, the elite, and the mighty, the atmosphere hit him instantly. The scent of fresh paint mingled with expensive perfumes, polished marble, and the faint trace of champagne bubbles bursting in tall crystal flutes. They all glittered. Gold-leaf ceiling mirrored the light of dazzling chandeliers, casting rays over glass walls adorned with irreplaceable paintings like jewels in a crown.A slenderly dressed man in a stylish black suit came out at the door, slightly bowing.“Your jacket, sir?” he asked smoothly.Ethan gave a small nod, sliding off his tailored coat and passing it over without a word. His expression stayed collected, but his eyes, sharp and restless, were already sweeping the vast hall.The music drifted on the breeze, a quiet string quartet playing a delicate piece to soothe and astonish. Tuxedos-clad men and couture-gown-wear
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Chapter: Chapter 13 Loose Ends ~Later That Afternoon~Madison’s perfectly manicured nails drummed restlessly against the edge of Harrison Fabian’s mahogany desk. Her eyes, sharp, stormy, and brimming with a fury she rarely allowed anyone to see, cut straight into the man before her.“What do you mean by we still don’t have access to the original documents, Harrison?” she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice carrying the venom of a serpent ready to strike.Harrison Fabian — the man who had once promised her the world, who had schemed with her fifteen years ago to secure the fortune and empire of the Hemsworth estate shifted uneasily in his leather chair. His office was lined with shelves of law books and dark portraits, but in that moment, even the grandeur of the room felt suffocating under Madison’s rage.He swallowed. “Madison… I’ve told you before. The documents were hidden in Alexandra’s private study. He was meticulous, secretive. He placed them in a safe, one I know exists. But the location of the key…”
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Chapter: Chapter 12 The Queen’s GambitEthan stiffened in his seat, his mother’s question still hanging like a blade above his head. Nothing, he thought bitterly. He had nothing. He hadn’t drawn up a single political strategy for the upcoming election. He had left all of that in Madison’s hands, just as he always had. He managed the estates, the fortune, the legacy she had somehow built from shadows—yet the gears of politics? That was her world, not his.His mind, almost involuntarily, slipped back to the beginning.He could still remember that day. The day Madison came home, her face was glowing with a joy he had never seen before. She swept him into her lap, the faint scent of her rose perfume and the perfect crimson outline of her lipstick etched forever in his memory. He had grown up watching those lips curve into sharp smiles, but that day, they curved differently—into promise.“My pretty son,” she had whispered, her voice velvet, her hands smoothing down his hair. “Momma is taking you to a bigger place. A much better
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Chapter: Chapter 11 The Mother’s Hand~PRESENT DAY~Ethan woke with a pounding in his skull, the kind of headache that throbbed behind his eyes and refused to let him rest. Sleep had eluded him since their return from the Delula Fashion Hub, and no matter how many times he tried to close his eyes, a certain face forced its way into his mind—sharp, arrogant, unforgettable.Tim.Tim Dorian.The name alone set Ethan’s jaw tight. That young man—cocky, self-possessed, with eyes that seemed to look through him instead of at him had managed to shake something deep inside him. The incident from last night rushed back with the violence of a whirlwind.He swung his legs out of bed, muttering to himself, voice harsh and low.“How dare he? What does he know about me? He knows nothing.”The words echoed against the marble of the washroom as Ethan stepped under the spray, the water doing little to wash away his thoughts. By the time he dressed and made his way to the dining hall, his mask of control was back in place.The long dinner t
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