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“No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.” “You are not a seer.” Malik argued, “You cannot see the future.” “No, I cannot, but I have seen this happen enough times to know what to expect.” With that final sentence, Hans stalked from the room. Malik was left to ponder his words. He could blame Hans for his anger. They had both suffered equal heartache at the hands of mortal women. Unlike Hans, Malik did not blame those women for their refusal to accept their true nature. Fear was a natural response to what they were.

It reminded me of the way people did when they had already known the answer they were going to get from someone. Not like I cared. I needed this. Lorcan. The marriage. His business proposal. And most especially, his power and backing. I would be untouchable with him by my side. Exactly what I needed to be able to take revenge on those who had wronged me in my past life. A deep sigh left my lips. "Fine," I said. I extended my hand. He looked at it briefly. Then he took it. His grip was warm. "So firm," Petra drawled deliberately.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

He looked down at the sobbing Luna with a cold, detached revulsion. "Love?" Romani’s voice was a low, mercurial thrum that made the broken glass on the floor rattle. "You call that grab the act of a lover? It was the act of a thief trying to reclaim stolen property. If he loved her, he would have bowed to the bond that chose her. If he loved her, he would have realized he was never worthy of even breathing the same air as a Lycan’s mate."

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

“What did you do, Vance, huh? Fuck everyone around but not Moi, she's supposed to be your sister!” “You know that she's not my sister and I will never see her as my sister. Tell me, Dad, how can I treat her as a sister if I'm dreaming of being her groom someday? Dad, you just married her mother but it doesn't mean that she's already my mother, too. It doesn't mean that Moissanite is already your daughter. Dad, why can't I love her? Am I forbidden to love? Am I a bad son just because I want the daughter of my father's wife? Am I a bad guy because I loved her?” “Vance, you're free to love, but why my child? Why my daughter? Why do you need to ruin her and make her pregnant?”

“Go on.” I took a deep breath, I hope I don't regret this. I started speaking, my voice trembling slightly. “My lover, Diego… Mayor killed him as you know. He was taken from me, and now all I want is vengeance. I need your help to make him pay.” Mark studied me intently, his gaze unwavering. “I’m sorry for your loss. But is this what you really want?" I looked away. "Mayor will never let me be free. He loves the power, the control. He'll never leave me alone."

She tries to stop the tears by putting her hands on her eyes, but she fails. "My bad! His selfless love never mattered to you; his words matter to you! I'm sorry, dear, I can't accept it." "I don't know if you really loved me because I heard that love means trust, care, and adoration, and I can't see anything except doubt." "Yes, I loved and trusted you, but what did you do to me? You betrayed me, rejected me, hurt me for days over days, and you are here telling me what love is?" "It's for revenge?" "If you think so, then it is." "Great!" "Wanna flee from me?" Rosalia smiles while removing the tears from her eyes. "No!" "Why? Your revenge isn't done yet." "I want you to take your revenge on

Lancelotte Cueva's heart transplant success, yet he finds it impossible to be happy. The man whose heart gave him a second chance at life, Jacob, died in a tragic accident. His grief soon turns into burning hatred after discovering that Jacob's girlfriend was responsible for his death. Determined to get revenge, Lancelotte goes after Santiara—the woman he holds accountable. But the more he gets to know her, the more he finds himself falling for the very person he swore to hate. Then an unexpected one-night stand changes everything, making it even harder for him to walk away. Can a heart consumed by vengeance learn to forgive, or will love be sacrificed in the name of justice?

“Those Volkov bastards. I’ll kill every last one of them for touching my daughter. Slowly. Tell me and I’ll end this tonight. No mercy for any of them.” The words should have been music to my ears. This was the rage I’d craved, the full force of the DeLorenzo empire unleashed on Luciano and his clan. Revenge for my mother, for everything. But with the Swan out there, an unknown shadow orchestrating massacres and leaving black feathers like calling cards, it felt dangerously shortsighted. We needed every resource, every uneasy alliance, to face a villain we knew nothing about. Starting a full-scale war now would only play into the enemy’s hands.