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RebeccaJohn trailed behind me as I left the room. The echoes of commotion lingered on the walls, but the corridors were now quieter. As we strolled, his hand touched mine in a straightforward yet reassuring gesture.He shut the door behind us when we got to my apartment and looked directly at me. His open gaze swept across mine."You could have put them to death," he said. "You wouldn't have been questioned. Why didn't you?With the artifact still in my hand, I collapsed onto the bed's edge. "Because I understand what it's like to lose relatives." Additionally, eliminating them would simply exacerbate the harm they produced. Cutting ties is sufficient punishment. They will bear the consequences of their treachery.After giving me a thorough examination, he knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. "They will never be as strong as you are. Rebecca, you're not by yourself. I'm yours. Vega is yours. The whole pack has witnessed the truth.At that, something inside of me bro

RebeccaBy the time Vega and I left the training grounds together, the morning had turned into full daylight. The choice had already been made. I was returning. To the very location from which I had previously been expelled, to the individuals who had brutally and abusively molded my early years, and to the legacy that had been taken from me. It was more than just a company. Before my father turned it into something unrecognizable, my mother's genius was woven into its foundation with her blood and sweat. Regaining it was more than just my obligation; it was a reclaiming of everything they had attempted to take from me.As we made our way back to the main house, Vega abruptly said, "You're thinking too much."I gave her a quick look. Her eyes were sharp, as if she could see right through me, but her arms were casually folded."Perhaps I am," I said quietly."You can't afford that," she shot back. "Not right now. Doubt is the result of thinking. You hesitate when you have doubts. And

When I last saw the Davis home, not much had changed. It was still too huge or too small, too loud or too quiet, and above all, too arrogant.As I made my way to the gates, my heart pounded violently against my chest. Despite Vega's protests, I didn't bring her along. She had already done a lot for me, and something simply needed to be handled by her. This kind of thing was simple.It seemed peculiar that my body could still recall the route on autopilot. Instinctively, my hand went to my pockets. The little silver key, a remnant of my past that I had carried with me, was there, cool on my flesh. Maybe I knew I'd use it once more.After giving it a long look, I inserted it into the lock. The key was the same. same residence. But I wasn't entering as his daughter this time.I entered as his opponent.The grandfather clock's soft ticking was the only sound in the home. Kate was most likely trying to get Amanda out of jail or visiting her there. In either case, she wasn't there.With ge

RebeccaLike an iron clasp, the man's fingers clamped around my arm. For a second the world narrowed to the pressure at my wrist and the bile crawling up my throat.He growled near my ear, "Drop the case." “Drop it, or we end this tonight.”My other hand moved to my hip's small leather sheath. The dagger was there, slim and reliable. I carried it, thank the moon goddess.“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I murmured, attempting to keep my calm in order to grab the dagger.His laugh was a short, unpleasant sound devoid of humor. "You believe courts and paper will save you? You are nothing. You will be burned alive by your father.He gripped more tightly. Pain flashed, intense and immediate. I refrained from screaming. There was no space in me for a scream. My fingertips found the dagger’s hilt."Last opportunity," he growled."Let go," I said, sounding less like a plea and more like a warning.He didn't. I snatched the dagger in one fast stroke and slammed it into his hand.He groa

RebeccaAbove the courthouse, the sky was a chilly, pale gray that took the color out of everything it came into contact with. As Vega and I climbed, my sneakers made a loud noise against the stairs. Clara trailed closely behind, holding a folder and a notepad like a lifeline.The air felt heavier within. My father sat calmly and arrogantly at the defense table as the lawyers shuffled their documents. He looked excellent in his dark suit, one hand casually thrown across the armrest. When his gaze found mine, he smiled—a diabolical look that shot nothing but rage down my spine. It wasn’t a hello. A declaration of war was made.Clara was already organizing her notes when we sat down next to her. Vega lingered behind me, her hand gently stroking my shoulder, a simple reminder that she was there, no matter what.The judge walked in, his robes flowing, his gaze sharp but weary. He declared, "Court is currently in session." "The Davis Corporation ownership dispute between Mr. Jake Davis and