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This chapter is dedicated to one of my loyal readers. @Lesha Noir. Thanks for the gift.~Before I could come up with a smart reply, Bianca shifted her smile toward Carol.“Hi, Carol.”“Hi.” Carol replied as Bianca walked away but her eyes were trained at me. I could remember Carol telling me some weeks ago that she met her through Chris already.Bianca’s insultive words were still tormenting me when my best friend spoke. “What was that about? Jeremy will be impressed?”Oh, Carol heard that part too. I blinked up at her. “What was what about?”She gave a warning reaction instead of using words. “Fine, I guess she just hated me because Jeremy now has a stepsister.” I started to walk through the guests, trying to take my mind off Bianca and looking for my mother.I heard Carol’s phone vibrated in her hand. “Oh, Chris is calling.” she said, already answering. “Yeah, I’m here…where? Okay, I’ll wait.” She tucked the phone back into her clutch. “He’s coming. Said he’ll find us.”I nodded ab

~Teyana’s POV~I ran up the stairs, desperately needing to be alone right now. I knew Zayne wouldn’t expect me to bolt away like that. But I needed to for my own sanity. The lords? A family fraternity? And all of our parents were members of this said fraternity that I had never heard of in my life. Not even from my own mother.Zayne had always been my chosen, long before my mother married John. I didnt understand that. I needed to ask my mother a lot. But firstly, I needed to think.My hand trembled a little on the railing as I hurried up the next floor. I pushed open a door that was slightly opened, got inside an empty room I wasn’t familiar with and closed the door. I leaned on it immediately, breathing hard.I hadn’t even had a minute to myself when the door was suddenly pushed open against my body. I jolted, whimpering as my heels slipped on the tiles. I was sure I would fall until his familiar scent hit me, large hands wrapping around me in time to steady me.I gasped and held on

I had found a way to regulate my breathing as I descended the stairs, my phone in hand. It had rang earlier, followed by a text—all from Carol. “Girl, where are you? They’re about to have dinner. Waiting…”As I surfaced, eyes darted my way. The known faces were all seated around a large table while other guests sat at other tables in the hall, about to feast. There were two unknown faces at our table too. Two powerful-looking men like John’s age. Were they lords too? I could see my mother, John, Mariah, Connor, Bianca, Chris, and Carol. I didn’t spot Zayne.“Where have you been? Where is Zayne?” My mother asked as I approached their table.“I…I wasn’t with Zayne.” I responded. “Oh, someone said he followed you upstairs I think.” My breath hitched. It must have been Jeremy the person was referring to. I didn’t say anything.“Sweetheart, I love seeing your pretty innocent face. Come join us.” Mariah said in all sweetness and I managed a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. My sight

~Zayne’s POV~My chest loosened a little at the sight of her awake. I barely noticed Carol as she walked up to me and whispered, “Behave yourself around my bestfriend, Zayne. For God sake I can’t believe you two are a thing already.” And just like that, she slipped through the door and left.A tiny smile tugged at my lips. Carol had every reason to doubt I was right for Teyana. I didn’t have many great records—not any I regretted, though.Maybe I did regret only one thing…Teyana frowned as I approached her bed and eased down beside her.“Is the party still going on downstairs?” she asked.“It ended an hour ago. You’ve been asleep for quite a while.”Her eyes narrowed at me. “Just so you know, I still think the whole chosen thing is shit.”I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning.“But it isn’t, pretty. It’s either me or another lord. I’m sure you’d rather it be me.”Her throat worked, and she looked away from me.“Where is Jeremy?” she suddenly asked.Shit. I had a lot of wo

~Jeremy’s POV~My painting room was dark, exactly how I loved it, except for the moon light slipping through the blinds and the glow coming from the lamp I set on the table beside the drawing board.I stared at the plain board, hand itching to make good use of the paint brush in my hand. I needed to bleed something out of me. My chest had been tight since last night, and paint was the only language I could stomach.My hand moved before my head did, painting black strokes. A few minutes later, I had painted a gun. It looked sleek, lethal, and satisfying, easing my mood. When the image came into focus, I realized there was only one face burned into my mind behind the weapon—Zayne’s.I stared at it for a long time, brush dangling loosely at my side. I wanted that steel barrel pressed to his skull. I wanted to end him, but sadly…I couldn’t. Instead, my mind replayed the earlier hours like a film stuck on repeat. Teyana, looking at me with those searching eyes, asking for something I co