Absolute Solver Symbol

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

At the Thorn Pack banquet, Jacob Mason carefully cut the steak on my plate. His gentlemanly demeanor and meticulous attention to detail drew envious glances from those around us. "Our Alpha is so good to our Luna," a voice murmured from across the table. "You won’t find a more devoted mate in all of Southspire." I glanced at Jacob, a sweet warmth unfurled in my chest. I silently tightened my grip around the Moonstone Ring—a ring my father had left me, the symbol of power in the Lotus Pack. I had planned to give it to Jacob when the banquet ended, when we were alone. But as the evening wore on, the noise and the clinking of glasses became too much to bear. I feigned a slight dizziness, excusing myself to return to our castle ahead of him. In truth, I needed the time to prepare a surprise—something special to commemorate this night. When everything was set, I silently slipped back into the banquet hall, ready to take Jacob by the hand and whisk him away. But as I arrived, I stopped dead in my tracks. There he was, holding Hazel Rhea tightly in his arms. "Chloe is so rigid," he said. "Always clinging to the dignity of being the Lotus Pack Alpha's daughter. How could she ever compare to Hazel's passion?" "Don't worry," he added, his tone light with mock reassurance. "Hazel and I are just friends. Chloe won't feel betrayed." He laughed softly. "But don't tell her, alright? She's so old-fashioned—if she found out, she'd leave me for sure. Honestly, the thought of spending the rest of my life with such a dull partner… It's exhausting." Just friends? Is that what he called the way his hand slid beneath her dress—being "just friends"? I didn't interrupt them. There was no need to disturb their lively conversation. Instead, I slid the Moonstone Ring onto my finger. Without a word, I turned and left. In the quiet of the night, Xavier Grey—who had been following me all along—waited. Together, we set off on the journey I should have taken long ago.

"Pabigat ka Maya! Kinuha na ng bangko ang bahay na ito at ginamit ko na ang savings natin para sa bagong condo ni Chloe. Lumayas ka na!" Itinapon ako ng asawa ko sa gitna ng malakas na ulan pinalitan ng sarili kong best friend at iniwang walang wala habang nag aagaw buhay ang nanay ko sa ospital. I thought my life was completely over. Handa na sana akong sumuko. Hanggang sa huminto ang isang itim na Rolls Royce sa harap ko at bumaba ang lalaking magbabago ng buong mundo ko. "I need a wife to inherit my empire. You need money and a reason to live. Marry me and I will give you the power to crush everyone who put you in the mud. Deal?" Maya gave everything to her husband Anton only to be betrayed in the most painful way possible. Walang pera walang bahay at kailangang magbayad ng dalawang milyong piso para sa hospital bill ng kanyang ina. Naiwan siyang nag iisa sa madilim na kalsada. n Enter Heinrich Feldway. A cold ruthless and devastatingly handsome billionaire who rarely speaks but commands absolute power. Inalok niya si Maya ng isang marriage contract. Babayaran niya ang ospital at bibigyan niya ito ng yaman para maghiganti. Ang kapalit? Kailangan nitong magpanggap na tunay niyang asawa magbigay ng tagapagmana at sumunod sa nag iisang mahigpit na rule nila. Mandatory physical contact. Now Maya is back. Hindi na siya ang kaawa awang asawa na madaling tapakan. With the most powerful billionaire strictly holding her waist she is ready to make her ex husband and her traitor best friend beg on their knees. She is ready to become the queen of his dark empire. Pero paano kung sa kalagitnaan ay silay magkahulugan. Can they live up to it?

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable. But for me, he's the childhood sweetheart who, with a crooked paper ring he made himself for the first time in his hand, told me, "You're the only girl I'll ever marry, even if I have to wait a hundred years." From that moment on, the only person I wanted to marry was Levi, and I never doubted that I would eventually marry Levi. But on the day of our engagement, he disappeared. I waited for a whole year, waiting for a message, a phone call, or a knock on the door, but nothing came. Later, he finally appeared. He stood next to a red Ferrari, holding flowers, and said that he still loved me, that he wasn't ready before, and begged me to give him another chance. I almost believed him. But at the same time, I received a provocative message from Levi's first love, Ruby: [Aren't you curious where he went during the time he eloped from your engagement? I'm already pregnant with Levi's child, and he loves kissing my pregnant belly the most.] I wiped away my tears, turned around, and applied to study in the Sorbonne University Faculty of Medicine, leaving only one sentence: "Levi, we're breaking up." Learning that I was leaving, Levi went crazy. He braved the heavy rain and blocked the entrance to my new place, his eyes red, asking me: "Stella, if I make Ruby abort the child, can you come back to me?"

I was the person Henry Johnson, the head of the San Nello mafia, loved more than anyone else. He loved me with absolute devotion. During our three years of marriage, he spoiled me endlessly and treated me like a princess. Yet this same man, who claimed to love me so deeply, divorced me three times, each time for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. The first time, intimate photos of them at the airport went viral. That very night, he placed the divorce papers in front of me. "Selena," he said, "Melanie's father once saved my life. I can't allow her to be condemned as a homewrecker. Let's divorce for now. Once this storm passes, we'll remarry." With my heart in pieces, I signed the papers and prepared to leave. However, at the airport, Henry stopped me. He broke down in front of me and begged, "I've already taken care of the media. Melanie has gone abroad again. I've repaid everything I owed her family. Please don't leave. Let's get married again." His tearful pleas softened my resolve. That was the first time I forgave him. The second time, he came to me looking utterly worn out. "Melanie was implicated by her boyfriend and ended up in prison," he said. "I need to bail her out as her spouse. Once she's free, we'll remarry right away." I believed him. That time, he kept his promise. He returned and remarried me. The third time, he lowered his head and hesitated, unable to look me in the eye. "Melanie is about to give birth," he said. "An unwed pregnancy would destroy her modeling career. I have to help her. This will be the last time. Once the child is settled, we'll remarry. I promise this will never happen again." I looked at him for a long time. In the end, I answered softly, "Okay." However, on the day we were meant to register our marriage again, I never appeared. Any love I still had was worn away bit by bit. In the end, I left for good, taking with me not only a broken heart, but also the unborn heir he would never know.

Als mein Alpha-Gefährte Logan bemerkte, dass ich seit drei Tagen keinen einzigen Ausgabenantrag einreichte, meldete er sich zum allerersten Mal von sich aus bei mir. „Baby, ich habe die nächste Phase der Heilung deiner Wölfin bereits genehmigt. Siehst du? Solange du lernst, dich zu benehmen, gibt es nichts, was ich dir nicht geben würde.“ Sein Ton war immer noch so zärtlich, als wäre er wirklich ein guter Alpha, der sich krank vor Sorge um seine Gefährtin machte. Aber er wusste nicht, dass ich, während sein „Baby“ über meinen Bildschirm flackerte, die Vereinbarung zum Durchtrennen unserer Gefährtenbindung längst fertig ausgearbeitet hatte. Bevor ich ging, war das Einzige, was ich mitnehmen konnte, das alte T-Shirt, das ich getragen hatte, als er mich markierte. Niemand hätte je geglaubt, dass die geliebte Luna des Blackmoon-Rudels in den drei Jahren seit unserer Bindungszeremonie nicht einmal fünf anständige Kleider für sich selbst zusammenkratzen konnte. Jede einzelne Haushaltsausgabe, die ich hatte, musste mit dem Siegel der Luna genehmigt werden – dem Symbol meiner Macht. „Sienna, die Bücher zu führen ist zu anstrengend. Das wird dich nur auslaugen.“ „Lass Chloe die lästige Arbeit mit dem Siegel erledigen. Du musst nur schön sein, meine perfekte Luna.“ Und so wurde das Siegel der Luna, das eigentlich mir hätte gehören müssen, zu etwas, das ich Chloe anflehen musste – der Sekretärin des Alphas, die angeblich „die lästige Arbeit für mich erledigte“. Vor drei Tagen stand meine Wölfin kurz vor dem Zusammenbruch. Ich weinte und flehte ihn um die zweihunderttausend an, die für einen Notfalleingriff benötigt wurden. Doch Chloe hielt das Siegel absichtlich zurück und verzögerte die Genehmigung, indem sie sich auf angeblich falsche Abläufe berief. Schließlich wurde meine ohnehin schon gebrochene Wölfin tief in meiner Seele völlig still. Und damit war ich auch mit diesem Alpha fertig.

Am Tag vor meiner Hochzeit ging ich früh in unsere Kathedrale, um mich mit dem Ort vertraut zu machen. Stattdessen fand ich meinen Verlobten und meine Stiefschwester Isabella auf dem Altar beim Sex. Auf unserem Altar. Ich erwischte sie. Er entschuldigte sich nicht einmal, sondern warf mich einfach in den Sturm hinaus. Ich brach im strömenden Regen zusammen. In diesem Moment fand er mich. Alistair, der Vampirprinz. Er bewegte sich wie ein Gott durch den Sturm. Er zog mich aus dem Schlamm und schenkte mir einen Palast. Er sagte der ganzen Welt, ich sei seine Schicksalsgefährtin. Die Eine, nach der er seit Jahrhunderten gesucht hatte. Seine Einzige. Fünf Jahre lang machte mich seine Hingabe zum Neid der übernatürlichen Welt. Ich glaubte, ich sei die Ausnahme in seinem ewigen Leben. Bis ich seinen Geheimraum fand. Meine Finger strichen über eine uralte Schriftrolle. Die Schrift war mit Blut geschrieben. In der ersten Zeile stand der Name: Isabella. Darunter, in Alistairs eigener Handschrift: „Absolute Priorität. Über allem.“ Dann befand sich ein Heilerprotokoll, das ich noch nie zuvor gesehen hatte. Das Heilprotokoll eines Vampirs. Das Datum war der Abend, als ich von meiner Schwangerschaft erfuhr. Die Nacht wurde ich von Werwölfen angegriffen. Man brachte mich blutüberströmt zurück ins Schloss. Die Heiler kamen nicht zu mir. Ich wachte allein auf. Unser Baby war weg. Unser Kind. Sein Blut, mein Blut – weg. Und meine Kleidung war von dem durchnässt, was davon übrig geblieben war. Ich wischte jede Spur davon fort. Als er nach Hause kam, brach ich in seinen Armen zusammen. Ich erzählte es ihm nie. Ich konnte es nicht ertragen, dass er den Schmerz fühlen sollte, den ich gefühlt hatte. Jetzt verstand ich es. In derselben Nacht war auch Isabella von Werwölfen angegriffen worden. Und Alistairs Befehl an seinen Rat lautete: „Schickt jeden Heiler. Isabella hat Priorität.“ Mein Herz stand still. Verzweiflung war ein Gift in meinen Adern. „Wenn ich nie die Eine gewesen bin ... dann behalt deine Ewigkeit. Ich will keinen Teil davon.“