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It was the largest vivid purplish-pink diamond in the world, and every eye in the room was locked onto it. Without blinking, I raised my bidding paddle. The hammer dropped at 238 million. Clyde's expression as he swiped the card? Priceless. I acted oblivious, beaming as I pulled him in front of the cameras. "Honey, thank you so much," I said brightly, leaning into him. "I can't believe you got me something this extravagant. You're the best—love you tons!" Applause broke out all around us, and congratulations were offered. "Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves."

Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over a bag of delicate pastries she had picked up, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. Victory tastes sweeter than anything money could buy. Today, she felt invincible — like she had the world spinning in the palm of her hand. Christian Blake — the once untouchable, arrogant businessman — was now no better than the dust under her feet. The memory of his shattered face at the boardroom replayed in her mind like a cherished melody, and she let out a small, satisfied laugh, low and dangerous. The driver, a muscular man dressed neatly in black, glanced at her through the rearview mirror but said nothing.

"Apology not accepted." Then, I slowly pulled my collar up to reveal the insulting letters branded onto my skin. They still hurt after being freshly tattooed, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing pain in my heart. I shot daggers at Evan and spoke my mind, "Since you’re not going to resolve this properly, I’ll do it myself." As I was leaving, I heard someone talking behind me. "Claire is the only heir to Fisher Corporation. She’s not going to scorch the earth just to get revenge, would she?"

Because it was too large. It had too many dead bodies inside it. Too much smoke. Too much broken barrier. Too many names that would hurt him before they made sense. Elaine. Nyra. Tobias Viremont. Lucian. Edenwood. Vandwood. Calista. Beverly. Prima betrayal. Dragon kings. Wraiths. Extinction. All of it pressed against my chest at once, and for a second, I did not know where to begin.

It was a photo from Chloe. In the photo, Vincent was half-naked, sleeping exhaustedly in her bed. The caption read:[I win. So what if you're hogging the title of wife? All the wealth and power of the Gambino Family will eventually belong to the heir in my belly.] [Mia, are you jealous of me?] I decisively powered off the phone and tossed it straight into the nearest trash can. Then I got straight into a cab heading for JFK Airport. Jealous? I looked out the window at the flights taking off and let out a soft chuckle.

I say, “Clark Kent, Darkseid… and Batman.” She smirks. “Batman because he’s rich?” “Yes,” I say. “Rich and powerless, but somehow has all the power.” She laughs. “I get it.” “Do you want one?” I ask. She scans the table. “Can I get that one of Jubilee?” I blink. “Not Rogue?” She shakes her head. “No. Jubilee.” “Fair enough.” By the time everything’s bagged, my arms are full. “This has been a day,” I say. “About five hours of bliss.”