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Annaida’s voice broke into a scream, her body trembling with rage, every syllable spat like poison.“Damon got attached to your little bastards, especially her, in such a short period of time, it made me sick. I thought it would finally be over when Nic came to take those bastards back. But no — as if the universe itself mocked me, I learned you had no idea about Nic and Willy’s relationship. That was perfect for me. I twisted it. I encouraged Nic to marry you when he stood there, pathetic, telling all of us how much he adored you, how much he loved you. I wanted you chained to him, far away from Damon, so you’d never crawl back into his life again. And while Nic worshipped you, Rob gutted your company from the inside, robbed you blind, and I made every move to end you. Still, you survived. Every damn time.”She clicked her tongue, mockery dripping from her lips.“When Nic announced your engagement, when you both planned to marry after your precious project, I thought, good riddance.

Annaida’s move was reckless — the desperation of a woman who had lost everything. Her madness drove her forward, her scream raw and guttural as she charged at Davina, her eyes wild with obsession. She lunged, aiming to shove Davina and Inara over the railing, to end them in one final act of twisted triumph.But Davina was quick. She slid away, her body fueled by instinct and terror. At that exact moment, Damon’s dagger flew through the air, spinning like a streak of vengeance. It pierced Annaida’s lower back, sinking deep. Her scream tore through the chaos, shrill and agonized.Yet even wounded, Annaida lashed out. Her boot slammed into Davina’s calf — the same leg already bleeding — and Davina staggered, pain shooting through her body. In that split second, Annaida snatched Inara from her arms.It all happened too fast. Damon’s chest heaved, Davina’s eyes widened, both frozen in horror.Annaida ripped the dagger from her back, blood dripping down her spine, and pressed the blade agai

Alex’s heart thundered in his chest as he sped through the city, the car slicing through traffic like a blade. His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel, his breath shallow, his mind screaming at him to go faster.Every second felt like a lifetime. Behind him, Damon lay sprawled across the seat, his body drenched in blood, his breaths shallow, his skin ghostly pale. Davina clung to him, her clothes soaked crimson, her tears falling like rain. Inara whimpered softly, her tiny voice trembling, her wide eyes locked on her father’s fading face.Jacob had stayed behind, forced to deal with the aftermath — clearing bodies, coordinating teams, ensuring no trace of the massacre remained.But Alex’s focus was singular: get Damon to Trinity Hospital. He broke every traffic rule, weaving through cars, the siren of his own heartbeat louder than the horns around him. Fifteen minutes felt like eternity.Trinity Hospital loomed ahead — the Knight Group’s pride, Damon’s own empire. Yet tonight

The drive to the hospital was long and heavy, each passing streetlight flickering against Davina’s tear‑streaked face.No matter how she tried, Ryan’s words kept echoing in her mind like shards of glass, cutting deeper with every breath. Thankless. Curse. Evil omen. The cruelty of it all left her hollow.Was that how everyone saw her — a woman who destroyed everything she touched?Her hands trembled as she clenched the phone, trying to steady the storm inside her. But the effort was futile — until a sound cut through the chaos, fragile yet powerful: the laughter of her children.Inara’s giggle, the boys’ playful bickering over who had drawn the better card for their father, the tiny bouquet Inara had made from wildflowers — all of it washed away the poison of Ryan’s words. Their innocence was her salvation. She wiped her tears, forcing a smile as the hospital gates came into view.Michael was waiting at the entrance, his expression softening when he saw her. She looked fragile — banda

Dear Readers,As I sit down to write these words, my heart is overflowing with gratitude. This book — my very first — is more than just a story. It is a piece of my soul, carved out over years of unexpected challenges, personal storms, and quiet triumphs. There were moments when life felt too heavy, when writing seemed impossible, and yet, somehow, I kept returning to these pages.This journey has not been easy. It took years to complete, years filled with ups and downs that tested me in ways I never imagined. But through it all, the characters, the emotions, and the world I was building became my refuge. And now, after finishing this much-anticipated book, I realize it is not just mine — it belongs to all of you who chose to walk this path with me.To every reader who supported me throughout this journey, who felt the pain, the love, the heartbreak, and the hope woven into this story — thank you. Your presence gives meaning to my words. Your support makes every sleepless night, every