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Eventually, exhaustion won. Anastasia's fingers remained curled into Lucien's shirt as she fell asleep between them. The room became quiet… Only her soft breathing remained. For several moments, neither Lucien nor Anana spoke. Then Lucien slowly lifted his gaze. Anana was already looking at him. Neither needed to explain what they were thinking… They had both understood. The moment Anastasia described what she had seen. “This was her first manifestation,” Anana whispered. Her fingers continued moving gently through Anastasia's hair.

Chapter 10 Katrina's POV My child and I are at Alex's restaurant. As I was looking for a seat, I noticed Alex and James, but they were with a woman and two kids. We approached, but I froze when I saw that Anastasia was the woman with them—my true friend, whom I hurt because of my stepfather's orders. I deeply regret and mourn what I had done.

The audacity! A laughter thundered in the room. It sounded too familiar to be mistaken. Aunt Anastasia! I turned my head slowly, enduring the pain to meet her burning gaze. She sat in an elegant chair beside the bed, her silver hair pulled back in a perfect chignon. She was wearing a crisp white suit that made her look dangerous. Her pale blue eyes studied me like I was a specimen. “Where is she?” I croaked, my throat feeling like sandpaper. Anastasia's perfectly painted lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. “Straight to the point. How refreshingly direct of you, Mikhail. Though I must say, you look terrible.”

But this time he was still with her even though she was the one he had slept with. Then suddenly the Vase was not placed well and it crashed to the floor. I flinched, and ducked my head under the pillow. The door to the room was open. “Jake she’s awake” Anastasia walked into the room with a half-smile. “Well well well isn’t it little miss hard to get”

“It’s the girl. Kiara. She’s convulsing, badly. We can’t…” “What?” I froze, just for a millisecond, before rushing to his side immediately. “What did you just say?” “I'm sorry, sir.” Hr shook his head. “I was working on the vials like you asked, and all of a sudden, she was wheeled in. She's been thrashing badly and every attempt to get her to calm down has failed.” “What do we do now?” I hissed. The council had gone quiet behind me, but I didn't care. They could all rot in hell for all I cared. “What….”

The person standing behind the microphone, with brown hair gathered in an elegant bun, dark red lipstick, and a gaze filled with pure, bitter hatred, was not a Balboa agent. It was Anastasia. Anastasia Bianchi. The woman who had shared Richard's bed, the one who set the trap for me in the guest bedroom to destroy me with Luke, and the one who had allegedly been left in absolute poverty following her family's bankruptcy. There she was. She looked noticeably thinner, her features marked by resentment, but wearing a velvet coat that betrayed the last remnant of her corporate pride. Luke took a step back abruptly, his pupils dilating in shock as he recognized her.

“You were never welcoming, you know.” Her head snapped toward me, familiar piercing blue eyes staring into mine. She placed the glass on the table, walking toward us, her heels clicking against the floor. “Rhea Blackwood,” she introduced, her hand outstretched in front of her. I placed my hand in hers, hesitating before shaking it. “Anastasia Brooks,” I supplied. She nodded. Her eyes flickered over my face, my disheveled hair, and the sweat sticking strands to my forehead. Her brows drew together.

I felt embarrassed as I stood in front of Anastasia who was staring at me with an annoyed face, I wonder if she really believed Ivan over me. Hours later, the moon was rising, casting long, skeletal shadows through the high windows of the Great Hall. I found Anastasia at the laboratory, working tirelessly on the samples before her. "Ana, please," I started, stepping into the light. "About earlier. I need you to listen to me. I wasn't just venting. Ivan is…" She didn't even look up. She just held up a hand, her voice flat and exhausted. "I’m not interested in whatever you have to say, Grey."

They slid into the back seat, and the driver started the car. Victor opened his laptop, immediately engrossed in some work-related task, he had called for an emergency meeting because of some new development that sounded foreign to Anastasia. She was only versed in fashion business bot hotel works. On the other hand, Anastasia flipped through a catalog from the baby store she was planning to visit later. Her mind was only half on the glossy pages, though. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the call she had received just a few minutes ago with a smile on her face.

I muttered under my breath and started stomping my feet. It felt like I'd been waiting for long when in reality it had just been a minute—yes, I was keeping track of the time on my wristwatch. Anastasia then came out first, dressed in sweatpants and a sweater. She even had a cap on, which made her look like a man. “Let's get it over with,” she said and then walked toward the door. I followed behind and was going to close the door when Hudson held it back. “You can't—”