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He says as his mouth twitched. Marla appeared beside me. “Lian the customer…..”She says but the she took one look at him and she pauses blinking rapidly in shock. “Jesus Christ.”She exhales cursing under her breath. I nodded solemnly almost bored now. Is this diner cursed? Should have just quit when Kael suggested I do! Fuck! fuck! The fae male extended a hand toward me like we were in some old fantasy romance novel. “I am Auren,” he says, and the name slithers through the air strangely like it doesn’t just sound spoken, but is being carved into the space between us.

Aurelia tilted her head and made a complicated face like she just saw a rare symptom or just discovered a new disease from a patient zero. “Excuse me, Mr. Prime Minister. Are you perhaps suffering from a new disease that made your brain revert back to 2 years old? That’s why you see yourself as the center of the universe.” Aurelia threw venomous words at the Prime minister whose face was black and green in anger.

“I spent years building walls. Fortresses. Calling it strategy. But this, what we’re doing now, it’s the only way forward. Even if some of it burns.” She searched his face. There was no hesitation in his eyes. Only a quiet resignation, and something fiercer beneath it. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured. Celeste looked away. “Don’t say that yet. You haven’t seen what I’ll do next.” That night, the entertainment world cracked open again. Not because of another leaked video. Not because of Celeste Laurent’s boardroom power play. But because Morgan Hale made his first appearance in four years. It wasn’t subtle. He arrived at the Cannes Nightfall Gala, dressed in a midnight-blue tuxedo with a white

Aurelia's face immediately became cloudy. She looked as ugly as someone whose face was plastered with shit. Her furious scowl changed her beautiful face into a mask of horror. Reagan turned to take the phone from her and immediately shook in surprise. He quickly cut the call and set the phone aside.

Morana I felt something shifting in the atmosphere of the room the moment he muttered something under his breath. I gazed at him and noticed the shift in his mood. The subtle change in the air left me feeling on edge. His expression, once cold and distant, twisted into a mixture of sadness and anger. His eyebrows were pulled together, and a scowl married his face. The scar on his left eyebrow sliced through the arc, giving his otherwise flawless face a rugged edge. His eyes were clouding over with a distant rage that sent shivers down my spine, anger pouring from him in waves. He radiated power—vast and dangerous.

Then, she continued, "AURA Beauty House originated from Spain and hence, it would be operating fully here in New York City. I hope you all keep giving us your support." A bow. Then, another ovation. She paused, waiting for the cheers to die down before she continued. "Still in the mood of celebration, I know many of you are curious to see the face behind the mask and I promise to reveal my face today." She passed the mic to Damian, hands slightly shaking. Her nervousness was getting to its peak. When she handed the mic to Damian, he noticed and squeezed her hand gently to reassure her.

Her skintight suit accentuated her hourglass figure, especially her ample, heaving breasts. "Welcome to the realm of the Phantoms," Aurelia purred, stepping closer. Her hips swayed hypnotically. "I've been waiting for you." "I...I don't understand," Wes stammered, trying not to stare at her incredible bust. "Who are you? Where am I?" Aurelia laughed melodically. "Patience, my sweet. All will be revealed in time." She reached out and traced a finger along his jawline, sending electric shivers through his body. "But first, let me show you the wonders of this world."

Static filled the monitor. Then... A familiar face appeared. Celeste Ashcroft. Live. She looked directly into the camera. Then smiled gently. "Hello, Lucien." No one spoke. She turned her gaze toward Elara. Then Aurora. Her eyes softened. "You've both grown into extraordinary women." Aurora whispered, "She knows us." Helena smiled through tears. "She always has." Celeste's expression became serious. "I don't have much time." "They're monitoring almost everything." Lucien stepped closer.

I had been grateful for the distance. She appeared at the edge of the room now, her eyes finding Aurora across the crowd with an expression I had never seen on her face before. Not anger. Not jealousy. Something colder than both. The expression of someone who has just opened a door they didn't expect and is already deciding what to do about what's on the other side. She hadn't known. I understood it in that moment with complete certainty. Rinnah had told me the CEO's name was Aurora Marc. She had paused before saying it. I had thought nothing of the pause.

The voice in the Arena continued. The voice still echoed and the both of us are waiting for the cue. I stared at him in the eyes, and it feels like I've been demoralized by his icy blue orbs. I didn't noticed that the cue started. Burst of flames appeared in front of us, and now we'll just wait for it to disappear.