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On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Their organization grew, touching the lives of countless individuals and fostering a community of support and resilience. In the depths of her heart, Emily knew that Ryan's love had paved the way for her journey of healing and renewal. He had been her guiding light, illuminating the path forward even in his absence. And as Emily and Lily stood side by side, their hearts intertwined, they felt Ryan's presence—a whisper in the wind, a gentle caress on their cheeks—a reminder that love, in all its forms, transcended time and space.

"Would you like to live here?" Rye shrugged stiltedly. "I'd like to visit my business ventures in Cebu. But they'll have to wait until you gave birth." "You could visit me here," Gillian suggested timidly. Rye closed his eyes to hide his exasperation. How did they ended up talking like strangers? "Gillian, let's talk like we used to do." "Like--what?" "Like friends?" Gillian seemed disappointed and remained silent. "Can we do that?" Rye prompted her gently.

Liam’s eyes seemed to follow her everywhere she went, intense and burning, but neither spoke nor acknowledged each other. Strangers. That was their rule now. By evening, nerves tangled painfully inside her stomach. As the sun dipped lower, casting eerie shadows across the empty campus, Aurora slipped silently behind the gym. Her pulse pounded fiercely, skin prickling with anxious anticipation. A figure waited in the darkness, leaning casually against the wall. Aurora approached cautiously, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Who are you?” The figure stepped slowly into the fading sunlight, revealing familiar, dark eyes—eyes Aurora had only seen from a distance. It was Ryan, Liam’s closest frien

I could almost hear the crinkle of glassy paper as Layla and I shared stolen treats during our leanest days, a childish indulgence in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving. I glanced up at Ryan, the lines of his face softened by the golden light filtering through the window. His gaze stayed steady on mine, not prying, not pushing—just waiting. It wasn’t just the candies that made my heart tighten; it was the thought behind them. A man like Ryan, sharp and distant in so many ways, offering something so simple and thoughtful. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You don’t have to thank me,” Ryan replied, leaning back but keeping his eyes on me. “You just have to let me help.”

We passed by the three girls who looked like they had either seen a ghost or killed someone that they shouldn't have. “How come they know your name but not how you look?” I asked. The guy who called Lily answered. “Lily spent her lower years of school at other cities and universities. This is her first time here and my first time seeing you, gorgeous.” He winked at me and I only could gape. Lily snickered. “Easy Ryan. You don't want your captain to snap your pretty delicate neck.” Ryan gasped. Overdramatically so, as he even went as far as covering his mouth with his two hands. “S-she’s.. she’s..”

“I knew it! I knew Leon still had feelings for you! Quick, tell me what he said. Did you manage to save your family? As long as your family’s fine, we can rebuild everything from scratch.” “Don’t rush.” Lily did not look at him. Instead, she stared intently at the road ahead and smiled oddly. “There are a lot of people here. Let me take you somewhere quieter to talk.” After that, she slammed on the accelerator, and the car sped away. Ryan felt that something was wrong. “Where are we going? Lily, where are you taking me?” Lily glanced through the rearview mirror at the man who had ruined her life. She smiled sadly.

Chapter 87: My Hannah **Lucas’ POV** What sort of family is this? What in God’s name is happening? After Ray was done spilling his shenanigans, I couldn’t help but think Lily was involved, even the look in Damon’s eyes said he was thinking what I was thinking. Lily’s face was scarlet with fury, her eyes wide and wild. She turned sharply, and that’s when I noticed her gaze fix on the man at the far end of the hall, the stranger I had vaguely registered earlier, the one with the phone in his hand.

Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Stranger’s House Morning light crept through the heavy curtains, softening the sharp edges of the unfamiliar room. Lilly stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a fleeting second, she thought she might wake in her own bed, wrapped in the scent of safety and familiarity. But the cold sheets, the oversized space, reminded her she was still in the stranger’s house—the house of a man named Link. The room was beautiful, yet impersonal to her eyes. Everything felt foreign.

the stranger said, “And in doing so, you triggered what was sealed.” Sealed, the word settled heavily. Vivian shook her head. “This is absurd.” The stranger finally looked at her and the temperature in the clearing dropped. “Be silent,” he said. She didn’t argue and Ryan swallowed. “You don’t know what you’re interfering with,” he warned. The stranger’s expression didn’t change. “I do.” More figures emerged from the trees, cloaked, silent and watching. The Lycan Court had not come alone. Ryan’s aura flared again, instinctive, desperate. The stranger’s did not, he didn’t need it. The power difference was obvious now.