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Damien's voice trembled so much it was almost incoherent. "She mentioned the ash ceremony to my face, and I… I accused her of cursing herself." Richard and Eleanor had to hold onto each other just to stay upright. They finally realized that Seraphina had never been lying. She had been walking, step by step, toward her own destruction. And they had, time and again, rejected her final pleas for help. Eleanor, fighting through her heartbreak, snatched the phone and spoke to the customer service representative. "We want the ceremony. Reserve it for us!

"Regularly." I drop a bomb, but it's me who is shaking. My throat suddenly dries, as if my racing heartbeats take the moisture from my throat. Since she is the doctor we all have trusted the most, I might as well tell her the truth. The truth that I find myself so reluctant to talk about. "But you were away for three years." Dr. Mitch gawks at me, perhaps thinking I'm making stories. "Virtual." "Then how is it?" "How is what? Do you rather want to ask how's my – "

“Fuck no. I would not let those idiots do that. When I found out she was taken, I told them not to lay a hand on her. And I asked Lexie myself.” “Is that why did you burn down the warehouse? You all are falling apart.” “I wanted to destroy the party. The only thing I could think to free Hailey.” I could feel there was something more. So I waited. “I knew you’re working on something. I saw you there. And you wouldn’t just stand there and watch Lexie get humiliated.” “By your friends.” Pain crossed his face. “I thought the best and the fastest way before Hailey could spill something she shouldn’t was to put that warehouse on fire.” The heaviness of his words made him sigh shakily.

Ten days later, on the promised delivery date, I didn't release the painting. I delayed it by a day on purpose. That same day, I watched Connor hold a press conference. He publicly apologized and announced that the product launch had to be postponed due to an internal error. He made it clear that Faye, the one who faked her identity, would bear the full responsibility for the financial loss caused by the delay. That afternoon, just as I finished baking cookies with Daisy in the kitchen, my phone started blowing up with notifications—Faye had sent a storm of furious messages.

Data. "It’s begun," Victor muttered beside me, fingers flying over the console. Damien’s jaw clenched. "Phase Three." Luca hadn’t lied when he promised a reckoning. But instead of firepower, he’d chosen exposure – dropping digital nukes laced with ugly, undeniable truths. Each one was more damning than the last. World leaders were collapsing under scandal. Military contracts exposed. Genocides funded. Election systems rigged. Families ripped apart by secrets suddenly laid bare. And then, my face.

My laughter was the only sound. From the day I walked into that federal building, I had not shed one tear. Now the dam broke completely. I was drowning in it, the sheer weight of how wrong I'd been. Victor. I, Delora Moretti, have made exactly one mistake in my life worth regretting. Loving you. But Carlos didn't fire. He paused, something shifting in his face. Victor moved fast, grabbed Carlos's arm, and the guards poured in and stripped him of both guns.

What did I say at that time? I said, "Gracie, don't worry. We'll spend our lives together." But in the end, I broke up with Winston. I didn't keep my word. Winston stared at the bracelet, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face. His trembling hand went to pick up the bracelet, but the further back he went, the more his hand shook. The bracelet fell and smashed into pieces on the ground. The cracks on it were like wounds covering my body. "Aryanna..." Winston cried on his knees as if he had suppressed it for a long time.

Joseph went back to his room to play, and I unfolded the bond-breaking agreement. Five years of being bound to David Hayes, the Alpha of the Blazetooth Pack. Five years of living apart like strangers. Tonight, I was finally ready to let go. Just then, the door creaked open. Joseph padded in, clutching a small soccer ball. “Mom, are we really leaving the pack?” He wrapped his little arms around me, his voice muffled against my chest.

I asked, changing the subject. Lucas opened his mouth to speak and from the look in his eyes, I knew it had nothing to do with what I just asked. He closed his mouth and exhaled then dropped the file on the coffee table. He rubbed his face and nodded his head. "She told me about the cash withdrawal from an ATM and how there isn't any record of her landing in Haiti," he said in a dry tone. "Well, I met her girlfriend and she said she hasn't seen or heard from Ruth," I said. "All we have to wait for is whatever Andrea has, particularly the security footage of her using the ATM."

"Your boyfriend asked us to seduce you. He wanted proof you'd cheat, so he'd have an excuse to call off the wedding and walk away with everything tied to your agreement." I froze in place, unable to process what I had just heard. Before leaving, Mike added, "We've told you the truth. What you do next is up to you." With that, the three of them turned and left. The next day, Eugene came back. Still struggling to accept what Mike had said, I greeted him warmly. His expression turned dark the moment he saw me. "While I was gone, did you mess around with three men behind my back?" he asked coldly.