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Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

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“That’s it.” The next morning, they both bore bruises—hers physical, his emotional. Still, Zara showed up to the war council meeting at the Crescent Court. Ruby met her at the gate with two espresso shots and a grim expression. “You made the news.” Zara blinked. “What?” Ruby pulled out her phone. A supernatural gossip blog blazed across the screen: > “Beast Billionaire’s Human Mate Linked to Ancient Blood Curse” Sources say the new Luna may not survive her first transformation. Victor Vale calls for firm investigation.

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“How? How is this possible?” A woman stepped forward out of the group of seven and bowed to him, “Your highness, I’m L=N or better known as Ellen. I am not from this world, and neither are my friends here.” “I can see that,” he said. She smiled at him. “I’ve brought you here because I need to get in touch with his highness, Prince Lumiere.” “What?” He asked. She nodded her head. “Yes. We are putting together a clan that can surpass every other clan throughout the world’s and we need Prince Lumiere’s ability.”

Bessie and Damian were chatting and he made her laugh while Conor, on the other hand, was drinking, all alone. Everybody was having fun and dancing and drinking but Conor's gaze fixed on Bessie and Damian. He clenched the glass in his hand as he gulped the wine instantly. A few girls walked to him, playing with his hair and trying to sit in his lap when he simply refused them. Billina noticed this and scoffed when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She saw the name it was from Russian manager, she went to the side and attended the call.

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Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”