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My heart shattered as I watched her go, the slam of the door echoing in the silence. I hadn’t just lost my sister. I’d lost my best friend. The stillness was unbearable. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting back the tears, as I stumbled into the kitchen. I needed something to numb the pain, something to quiet the screaming in my head. I grabbed the nearest bottle of wine, yanking the cork out with shaking hands and the biggest wine glass I owned which was a gift from Rain. I poured until it was filled to the brim. I slumped onto the sofa, flipping through channels mindlessly, my brain refusing to focus. Nothing seemed to catch my attention until a breaking news story flashed on the screen, dr

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“Get. Out.” She stepped closer, eyes gleaming with that unsettling mixture of sympathy and calculation that always made my skin tighten. “You’re angry...confused, tortured by Serena and Adrien flaunting their relationship in your face. I get it. It hurts.” Her voice softened just enough to sound almost believable, like she was offering comfort instead of digging deeper into wounds that hadn’t even scabbed over. “Let me help you forget.” I turned away sharply, the movement more defensive than I meant it to be. My chest felt tight, heat rising under my skin like shame. “You make everything worse,” I muttered, though the words sounded thin compared to the turmoil twisting inside me.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

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Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

The air shimmers and warps around me, the ward's energy interacting with my own in unpredictable bursts of light. A hand grasps at my shirt from behind — one of Sorin's companions, his fingers burning cold where they touch me. I scream, a sound of pure terror and defiance, and my light responds with explosive force. A shockwave of energy throws him backward, away from me. I crash against the heavy oak doors with all my remaining strength, my palms slapping against the carved symbols. They respond instantly, flaring to life with the same blue-white light that courses through my veins. The doors swing inward, though I can't tell if I've pushed them or if they've opened on their own accord.

A warning I should have expected, yet nothing could prepare me for the sight that followed. Inside, chaos reigned in frozen horror. Furniture overturned, shattered glass littering the floor like crystalline blood. Walls bore the scars of violence, a blunt force, scratches, and streaks of crimson. And then, the bodies. The men who had dared touch my family lay twisted, grotesque, their final expressions carved in terror and disbelief. I did not pause to catalog them. They were irrelevant. Then I saw her.

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

But the withered creature before him now made him sick to look at. He ordered his guards to drag her to the dungeon and make sure she suffered. My sister screamed all the way down the hall, but no one showed her mercy. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, though I hadn't even stood up yet when the prince glanced my way. "Why do you look… familiar?" The blood in my veins froze. Images of my tragic past life flashed frantically through my mind. I opened my mouth to answer—but a man's voice sounded behind me. "Because she is my future wife."