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Chapter 231 - Sugar and sweet promises

Fake Eva’s Point of View As I leave the library, I can’t feel anything but pride. Another battle won. Another knife twisted in Eva’s side. She’s losing everything—fast—and I get to watch it all crumble. The mirror was a priority. I was warned about it. And now? It’s gone. I still smirk remembering their stunned little faces as I smashed it. The vial, too. That one was useless, but the look on Sonia’s face? Worth it. I walk back to my room with a swagger in my step, practically humming. My wolf is awake now, no longer hiding in the dark corners of my mind. And with her back, I’ve got a new angle. A better plan. Because now that Eva and Sonia know she exists, I can use that to my advantage. I lock the door and let her surface, that familiar tingle crawling up my spine. “Hey there,” I greet her with a sugary voice. She stretches slowly, yawning like a cat. “You blew my cover,” she says with a growl. I roll my eyes. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got a plan.” Her ears perk, her interest pi

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

Chapter 232 “The Mirror Shatters”

The White Mage’s Point of View I’ve known for a while now that the curse had already started—since the day Eva turned eighteen. But I have to trust her. I do trust her. Because only then can I do my part from here. I need to gather the remaining pieces of this ancient puzzle, find the threads before the fabric unravels. Every second matters now. I’m in the dining room with Zach, having a quiet brunch. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, dancing across our plates and casting soft shadows over our conversation. He’s smiling gently, holding his coffee like it’s anchoring him to something peaceful. “We’ve come a long way with them,” I say, referring to the twins. He chuckles, a deep warmth in his chest. “I feel like a father again. And sometimes… it’s overwhelming.” He pauses, sipping his drink, eyes distant. “They’ve come so far. They’re healing. They’re… incredible.” But then—something shifts. A cold shiver washes through me, slipping down my spine like ice water. It’

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Chapter 233: Mirror Games and Poisoned Smiles

Fake Eva’s point of view I walk into the dining room like I own the place. Well… soon enough, I will. I’ll be queen. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll keep the king too. He is beautiful after all. Powerful. And surprisingly easy to manipulate. Like a puppy that still thinks I’m the hand that feeds him. The room hums with chatter, forks scraping plates, voices bouncing between wolves still pretending this place is normal. I scan the tables with well-practiced grace. There. Theo and Michael sit off to the side, deep in quiet conversation. Michael looks tired—good. I hope his wolf’s snapping at his mind. They’re all stretched thin and second-guessing themselves. That’s how rot begins. But then my eyes catch them. Eva and Sonia. Sitting at a far table, heads low. Their plates are untouched. Not even a nibble. What’s wrong, girls? Nervous stomach? Or maybe your guilt is starting to choke you? I smooth my expression into something soft, sweet, and appropriately tragic. Then, without hesit

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Chapter 234: Fire Beneath the Crown

Theo’s point of view I feel my blood boiling. Did she just say that the mirror is gone? And the vial too? That’s… really bad news. We worked hard for those. All of us. I push back in my chair, nearly knocking it over as I try to stand. I’m already facing the table across the room, already picturing that imposter’s smug little face when I demand answers— But Aries moves first. I feel the pull, his presence slamming into me like a wall. My body locks, heart racing, muscles refusing to obey. His voice floods my mind like smoke curling around a fire. “Calm down, Theo.” He pins me to the chair with invisible weight. “You don’t even know which Eva broke the mirror. For all we know, she could be lying.” My hands clench into fists. “I don’t know if she’s lying. But then why would the other one stay silent?” Aries huffs, his tone maddeningly calm now. “After the way you treated her in front of the elevator? I wouldn’t blame her if she stayed as far from you as p

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Chapter 235: Losing Like a Queen

Eva’s point of view The mirror is gone. The vial is gone. All that work, all that secrecy—shattered like glass on the library floor. After what feels like forever, I finally move toward Sonia. “Let’s go,” I mutter. “There’s nothing else we can do here.” She hesitates, then follows. “What do we do next?” she asks as we step into the hallway. “I don’t know.” And that’s the truth. For once, I don’t have a damn clue. We wander through the corridors like ghosts with nowhere to haunt. Lost. Beaten. Tired in a way that seeps into your bones. “I think we should talk to Theo,” Sonia offers when we reach the lobby. I turn to her, incredulous. “And tell him what? The last time I talked to him, he nearly strangled me. Why would he listen now?” “Maybe he’d listen to me,” she says, but her voice wavers. “Oh, you mean the girl who told him she’d rather wash socks for the rest of her life than be part of his precious team?” I raise a brow. She laughs—kind of. It’s a hollow sound, thin an

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Chapter 236: A Queen of Ashes

Fake Eva’s point of view I’m sitting alone. After Sonia and Eva stormed out of the dining room, Theo stood, grabbed Michael by the arm, and walked off without a single word. No look back. No explanation. Just left me there. Alone. I bet that mangy wolf of his had something to do with it. Aries. That arrogant little mutt. I smile to myself as I gather my things. That wolf needs to learn his place—and I just happen to have the perfect plan for that. I walk out of the room with my chin high, hips swaying, wearing the role I was born to play: queen. Soon, they’ll all kneel. And if not? Well, then they’ll bleed. I head to my room to prepare for the next step. The elevator dings softly as it carries me to the fifth floor. Strangely, no one’s around. Up here, it’s usually quiet—just a few guards stationed outside that precious little door. Eva’s room. Hmph. I wonder what she’s hiding in there. Secrets? Trinkets? Answers? The solution to the problems i so gracefully create? O

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Chapter 237: Blood for Power

Fake Eva’s point of view Her eyes sparkle at my words. Is it interest? Is it mockery? I can’t tell yet. But I need to convince her. “You’re willing to betray your master?” she whispers, shaking her head with something between disbelief and amusement. “Since the beginning, he’s done nothing but belittle me,” I say, lowering my voice. “I’m just a puppet to him—useful only as long as I follow orders. How can I trust that, once the plan works, he won’t kill me too? Why would he keep me alive when he’s never tolerated anyone by his side?” I drop my gaze, let the moment hang heavy between us. “You know him,” I continue, softer now. “What do you think he’ll do with all that power? You think he’ll share it?” Her lips twitch into a smirk, but she doesn’t argue. She knows I’m right. “And how,” she drawls, “do you plan to get rid of him?” Now we’re getting somewhere. Curiosity gleams behind her fire-lit eyes. This is exactly what I needed. “I told him I had a solution,” I say, “but i

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Chapter 238: No More Strength to Pretend

Eva’s point of view We’re standing in the middle of Elias’s room, surrounded by little scraps of paper—each one a clue, a whisper, a dead end. All we have are assumptions. We’re diving blind in black waters. We came up through the secret passage. I didn’t want to give Michael and Sonia another reason to snap at each other. Their relationship is hanging by a thread already, and I’ve cut enough strings this week. “You know,” I murmur, staring at a folded clue, “it’s not his fault he sees her as me.” “I couldn’t care less about that,” Sonia replies, eyes scanning another fragment of prophecy. “I didn’t try to force him to believe you’re the real one. But he’s been trying non-stop to prove me wrong. That’s what bothers me.” She tosses the paper back into the box and looks at me, her voice sharper than before. “I’m not stupid, and I sure as hell don’t depend on him. So why does he keep treating me like I’m the irrational one? Instead of finding common ground, he insists on driving

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Chapter 239: A Dash of Arsenic with Your Morning Coffee?

Fake Eva’s point of view I wake up as sunlight creeps lazily into my room, stretching across the floor like a smug little intruder. Today is going to be beautiful—I can feel it in my bones. I smile as I stretch, spine cracking with satisfaction. My wolf stirs in the back of my mind, groggy but ever watchful. “Good morning, sunshine,” I purr to her, grinning. “What are you up to, my little maniac?” she replies, her voice dripping with amusement—but I can feel the tension rippling under her words. “Mmmm… nothing much,” I hum. “Just that today it’s time you get yourself a mate.” “Wait—are we really going to do this?” Her voice wavers slightly, and for the first time, I feel a flicker of real fear from her. “Oh come on, don’t be such a wuss,” I laugh. “Have a little faith in us. Today’s the day we seal the deal.” I saunter to the shower, mind already racing ahead. There’s so much to do, so many paths to choose. I just need the right moment to plant the potion—something subtle, smo

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Chapter 240: The Gift of Lies

Fake Eva’s point of view I enter the dining room, feeling defeated for the first time in a long time. Maybe—just maybe—I’m lucky enough that Theo hasn’t arrived yet. But no. As I scan the tables, my eyes lock onto him immediately—sitting with Marcus, deep in discussion. Of course. Because the universe apparently enjoys kicking me when I’m down. Shit. So much for slipping in unnoticed. I square my shoulders, forcing the best smile I can muster as I head for the buffet. Maybe I can do it here, in plain sight. Maybe a little theater will help. After all, people love a performance, and I’ve always played my roles perfectly. But as I stir the coffee and glance around, my stomach tightens. Dozens of eyes are watching me—some curious, some wary, all far too focused. It’s not the right moment. Not yet. I need privacy, vulnerability, the illusion of sincerity. Not this circus of suspicion. So I pick up the coffee and walk toward their table, mask firmly in place. “May I join yo

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