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Winter put down her phone, her lashes trembling as she fell deep into thought. She and Elijah talked a bit longer before she stood to leave. He personally walked her out. "Mr. Iverson!" A woman in a sharp business suit, tight skirt, and wavy hair approached, flashing a charming smile at Elijah. Her name was Natalie Gibson, and she was another lawyer at the firm. Even from a distance, Natalie's eyes locked onto Winter. It was hard not to, with her tall and graceful frame, her flawless skin, and her striking features. Others might not recognize Winter, but Natalie did. She knew Winter was secretly Joshua's wife.

"You did." "Look, I'm not trying to say that you're a liar or that any of these is a lie, but the thing is, I don't seem to know any of these things you're talking to me about. I'm not whoever you're taking me to be. My name's Winter, not Vinci and I'm a girl and not a man —”

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

Jackie asked. “Bonnie, she . . . she works as a dominatrix for elite businessmen. She lets them come to her house from Phoenix on the weekends; a couple of hours per customer. Marty found out and takes a percentage of her profits. Poor girl had to do something. They had laid her off at the post office and she was only part-time there to begin with.” Jackie and Jodi stood in stunned silence.

She had even bought a chef's coat just for this and as she walked towards us I could tell Blair was surprised that a chef was actually coming towards us. "Holy shit." She whispered low enough for only me to hear Bonnie smiled at us once she got closer "Hi you must be Blair, I'm Alice's friend Bonnie." "It's nice to meet you." Blair smiled shaking her hand politely Bonnie beamed happily "God Alice, you didn't tell me how beautiful your girlfriend is." She's not my girlfriend, not yet at least. I was now probably crimson from the blush I felt on my cheeks "We had a lot of other things to discuss for tonight."

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I snap. Maddox gives me his back, nothing but repulsed by my words. "This happened to a young she-wolf, and you still ask for us to trust rogues near our borders? To allow them access to girls like this one?" Maddox shakes his head, disgusted. "The girl is called Winter, Maddox...she's a rogue." I admit, staring him dead the eyes so I see every emotion. The anger is expected, but now I see some fraction of guilt, the kind of look that tells me he is now undecided.

Many years later, when my daughter came back to her hometown to run a charity clinic, she crossed paths with a gaunt, skeletal woman at the hospital. The woman was gravely ill. She'd spent all her money and was barely clinging to life. Her profile looked a great deal like Marissa Langley. But when my daughter passed her bed, she didn't slow for even a step. "I have more important patients to consult on. For an ordinary case like this, just follow the standard process." She turned and walked away. Behind her, a hoarse voice seemed to call out. "N-Nora..." Someone was calling her name. But she didn't hear it. She strode forward.

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.