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she said, her anger palpable yet softened by an unmistakable confidence in her tone. I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to piece together what this girl was on about, but before I could respond, she pressed on. "As I'm sure your PA told you, I am Rhea Rivera, and we met at a nightclub." Her words hung in the air, and recognition sparked in my mind. "What are you talking about, which club?" I asked. "Flames. Owned by Russell Lopez," she replied, and my mind raced as I connected the dots: Russell Lopez, Leonardo’s older half-brother.

Freya laid, tangled with someone on her bed. Not just anyone, it was Mr Rivera. They were half-dressed, so wrapped up in each other they didn't even hear the door open. Mr. Rivera had his hands in my sister's hair. My sister was making sounds that made my skin crawl. They were kissing like the world was ending, like they hadn't just destroyed an entire family, like a woman wasn't lying dead in a morgue because of them. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to burn my eyes out.

Since Serenity was unmoved, Linda continued to say, “The number one socialite has become a mistress raising a child alone. Ms. Serenity, don’t you hate them?” Serenity waved the photo in her hand. ‘Til take these. Arabella is my sister, and we’ve always had a good relationship. Since Miss Bower comes from a scholarly family, such despicable means of sowing discord do not suit your status at all. Don’t do such useless things again.” And with that, Serenity left the bathroom. But she realized she had no means to hide the photos as she had left her bag and coat at the event hall. If she took them back like this, Benjamin Rivera would definitely find out.

"I'm Ravenna, by the way." Quinn's eyes narrowed slightly as she took the apples. "Quinn. And I suppose it's fine. Just be more careful next time." Ravenna nodded, then tilted her head as if something had just occurred to her. "Quinn... you wouldn't happen to be Quinn Moonstone, would you? Lilith's sister?" Quinn's expression immediately shifted from annoyance to interest. "Oh? You know my sister?" "We've met," Ravenna said with a carefully crafted smile. "I work with her fiancé, Rylan. Small world, isn't it?"

She was more of the artsy girl then the athlete so these few meters she had to run really kicked her ass. “Brea!” Layla called out again and looked around. “Hey stranger.” A voice was heard, behind Layla. She spun on her heels and behind her was Brea. She looked just as she always did. Her blond hair, straight and neat with her blue eyes a great contra to her silky smooth, pale skin. “Brea.” Layla smiled from ear to ear. She ran and hugged her sister. “I’ve missed you so much.” Layla said. “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you at the house.” Brea said.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

After ten seconds, she gently pried herself away from the tight hug. “May I know the name of my beautiful sister-in-law?” River asked. “Pardon my manners!” Her visitor said with wide eyes as she quickly covered her mouth with her left hand. She composed herself and stretched her right hand to River. “I am Theresa, Thane’s sister.” River shook her hand. “Thank you for the warm welcome.” “No. Thank you, for taking a chance on my brother.” River lifted one eyebrow.

Kiara replied. They arrived at Alpha Vincent chamber and Brenda knocked. "What's happening here? Why are you dragging her like a criminal?" Alpha Vincent asked glaring at Brenda. The looked he gave her kinda make her loose half of her confidence but she can't just embarrassed herself and go back she got to teach this Kiara a lesson. "Alpha Vincent, could you please explain to this dirty girl who I am?" Brenda asked. "Yeah, you are the beta's sister and..." "You see, I am the beta sister, now I can decide to punish you for disrespecting me if I wanted to." Brenda cut the king off.

I couldn’t wait to get her back into my bloodstream and be reassured she was close and okay. And there, when I finally felt her, I breathed out a relieved sigh, pleased by the tug at my mark, directing me to where she was. Brentley seemed eager to part ways, as well, saying he had some plan devised to woo my sister into his good graces. I watched him hurry off after we left our horses at the stables and had to shake my head sadly. The poor sap had it bad. For Allera, of all people. God help him.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”