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"I'll make Silverlune Pack stronger than ever." He smiled—real trust in his eyes. "Of course." Then that teasing smirk. "Wildgrove Pack's new Alpha heard you were back. Made the trip to see you." I blinked. "Who? Why would they—?" He just nodded toward the receiving room. I walked over and pushed the door open. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark green cloak, Wildgrove Pack's totem stitched across it. He turned. Amber eyes, that familiar spark. "So... you're finally coming home?"

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

Cold. Arrogant. Beautiful. "Fine." The brothers grinned instantly. Aiden stood from the sofa, towering over the room with terrifying presence. "Let's revisit the past." Thunder cracked outside violently. And somewhere far away. A woman named Isabella Vale had absolutely no idea that the devils she once loved were about to walk back into her life. The devils also have no idea what is actually coming for them.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Bela took a deep breath before speaking in a gentler tone. “I just want to remind you. We still have a chance. If we endure, there’s a lot we can gain. But if you leave now, you’ll go back to our old life. Are you sure you want to return to that?”

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

The hall felt frozen in time. Every pair of eyes locked onto me. I looked straight at Alan and spoke slowly. "My ancestors came from a bloodline known for healing. My blood has special powers that can even bring dying plants back to life. Leon, Harmony might've stolen my name, but do you really think she can steal the Glissons' blood, too?" Leon's face went completely white. Alan's dark expression softened at once. Something complicated flickered in his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, lost in memory.

Flashback over “Yes, Alpha Kyle you can record this,” Brooke answered even though it had been April to ask the question. “I remember hearing the alarms going off indicating that I was to go to the bunker. So I went to the one that I had been told to go to during the drills that we always had. You remember those don’t you? You and I used to always cuddle up together and wait for them to be over.” She said in what I think was supposed to be a seductive voice. It just sent a cold shiver down my spine instead. “What happened after you got to the bunker?” I asked.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.