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Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

she said walking towards the shelves. After a few minutes, she returned with a book. I waited for her to settle down before blurting out my question. “Do you happen to know anything about the late Alpha's daughter?”

I knew it wouldn't be the last time I would have to face Katy Baker's fury. "Ellen... are you okay?" I heard Eloise's soft voice calling me, and she approached to help me fix my hairstyle. "I'm fine... don't worry, Katy is a malicious viper!" I grumbled, trying to straighten out my rumpled clothes. "You shouldn't have provoked her... she's the Alpha's daughter from the north, and you have no allies here. Technically, she was a gift, and you were sold as a slave. You had a lot of courage to confront her on equal terms!" Eloise said, surprised, finishing up some minor adjustments.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

Raina continued to read, and when her eyes fell on the next page, a gasp left her lips. “The page…” she remarked, her heart racing. “It’s gone. It looks like someone had intentionally burned it off.” I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced at the page. What did daughters of the moon mean? And why was Raina’s mark under that subtitle? Who would have burnt off the page of this book? And why that particular part? Something was definitely fishy. Was my father hiding something? Was he the one who burnt off that part? If he did… why did he pretend like he didn’t know anything about Raina’s mark?

Leaving her neighbor to wander the width of the dungeon with a tension that he could not contain, it was time for the truth, a fact he thought by hiding it might not become a reality, He stood in front of her, watching her watching him with anticipation, waiting for an answer from him: "You are nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun, created from its light, possessing supernatural powers so that you can transform yourself into a fiery torch as dangerous as a mobile atomic bomb capable of wiping the trace of life off the face of the earth in a jiffy, and what happened before is a miniature model of your destructive abilities that you will acquire after the completion of your transformation » He fi

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

I locked eyes with big blue orbs that stared back at me. “Yes, baby?” “You haven’t chosen one?” She asked and bounced her legs softly. I nodded and ran my eyes over the titles on the card and I continued reading, I gradually realized that they weren’t just titles, they were a list of my favorite books. “Choose one!” “Um,” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and smiled at her. “I think I will go for um, Me before you. That one that, um, number three.” I rushed out because my daughter looked intimidating when she was frustrated or annoyed. Moore like her father.