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Chapter 95 Ariella's Day on the Halo Deck I went to talk with David, bringing Ariella along, while the twins were away at school. We decided to spend the day with her on the Halo deck, and as we entered, Apollo's voice announced, "Apollo load, Ariella's magical world." The scene that unfolded before us made her squeal with unbridled delight! We stepped into a whimsical fairyland, where Ariella was transformed into a fairy princess, complete with delicate, sparkling wings and a shimmering tiara. David and I were crowned king and queen, and we made our way to a picturesque picnic blanket laid out on the lush grass. As we sat together, we watched Ariella flutter about, exploring every nook and

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

The first god Mayari approached did not hear her arrive. That was courtesy. That was a strategy. That was also fear, veiled as restraint. Tala, the goddess of the stars and Mayari’s sister, kept her vigil in a chamber that did not belong to any human geography. A floor of black glass held a basin of suspended constellations, each star pinned in place by a law older than language. She stood over it with her hands submerged to the wrists, fingers moving through the heavens like a woman sifting through ashes for something she once buried.

Ariella watched, entranced by Claudine's suffering. Reid observed, fascinated and impressed by Ariella's cruelty. As Claudine finished writing, Ariella seized the parchment. "Voila, beautiful," Ariella declared, admiring the blood-stained words. Claudine's epitaph read: "Here lies Claudine, broken and forsaken." Ariella's laughter echoed, a chilling celebration of her evil triumph.

CHAPTER 38 Ariella I feel terrible that the NGO nearly watched the shooting of two vicious beasts fighting over a woman who does not love either of them. I thought I was free, but now I am very sure that the beast has a tracker on me, and the worst part is that I do not know where it is. My books, body, pens, and even combs.

’ Maya’s expression changed. “He sees me,” she said quietly. Aria felt cold all over. The phone buzzed again. “Go to the kitchen.” “No,” Maya said immediately. “We are not doing anything he says.” But Aria’s feet moved. Slow. Like something was pulling her. “Aria stop,” Maya said. “I just want to see,” Aria whispered. She walked into the kitchen. Everything looked normal until she saw it. On the counter. Another vase, White lilies, Fresh. Her favourite.

One point Ari, Ares - zero. Just as I nod, he crashes his lips on mine in a needy, breathy, and passionate embrace that has my panties soaked. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like! Love it? Write me a review! Obsessed? Comment and review and reward me! Let me know how I'm doing! Your feedback is the best reward!

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

(Aria) Aria barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—Cassian Virelli standing before the city lights, calm and unyielding, like a man who already knew how her story would end. By the time dawn crept through the thin curtains of her room, she was wide awake, dressed, and bracing herself for a day she didn’t want but couldn’t escape. She arrived at Virelli Tower at exactly seven fifty-seven. Early.

And in the center of the chamber. Arielle. She's chained to an altar, her wrists bound above her head, her body limp and pale. Her golden hair is matted with blood. Her clothes are torn. But her eyes are open, blazing with that same defiant fire, and when she sees me, her lips curve into a weak but triumphant smile. "Victor," she breathes. "I knew you'd come." I'm moving before I can think, crossing the chamber in a blur of rage and desperation. But I barely make it three steps before a wall of shimmering energy slams into me, throwing me backward. I crash into Michael, sending us both tumbling to the ground.