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She has never been scolded so badly since she was a child. "You... you dare scold me? Who are you?" Kourtney huffed, rolling his eyes at Aurora. "She is my wife." Before Aurora could speak, Phelan spoke. He looked up at Kourtney, the passionate and loving look he had when he looked at Aurora was gone, replaced by a dead look. "You... Oh are you Phelan Darius?" Phelan didn't answer, but Kourtney could tell that the man who was looking at her coldly was the famous CEO of Shadow Company, and heir to The Darius Corporation.

Julian POV Two nights ago, after Cecilia told me over the phone about the collusion between the Western Kingdom and the Northern Territory, I had my people dig into Ariel's background. Oddly enough, even though Cecilia said they were classmates, there was no record of Ariel ever enrolling at Cumber School. Her digital footprint was a complete blank. Was Ariel even real? Hogan suspected Cecilia might be concocting this story to incite conflict between us and the Rogue King of the Western Kingdom, perhaps as revenge for her family. But I didn't see her as that type of person.

He'd ended up in a small bar, drowning his sorrows in whiskey. Then he had seen her the moment he walked in. Elena. Even now, eight years later, Zephyr could see her face clearly in his memory. Sad eyes, cheap clothes, defiant posture. She'd been running from something too. They'd recognized that pain in each other immediately. Zephyr had told her his name was Zephyr. That was true. But he'd lied about almost everything else. He wasn't some random businessman. He was Zephyr Ravenclaw, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in Lysandria.

said Eldrian, immediately taking Ilona's hand, who looked confused. Gea had been talking to Ilona until she ran out of words. What is certain is that Ilona's friend named Ziyan is real Eldrian, her CEO. "A moment! Ziyan, who are you?” Ilona asked while following Eldrian's fast footsteps. Jason, his secretary, immediately directed the two of them to a room and it was indeed the CEO's room which had Eldrian's name written on the nameplate on the table. "Please, sit!" he said.

John confirmed and turned to Carlo, saying, "It's not surprising, though. You two have been friends forever." In disbelief, I looked at Carlo and asked, "What is he saying, dude? I don't understand." Carlo appeared stunned and hesitant before responding, "It's true, I am HexPhantom. I didn't reveal my identity because I feared being targeted by the underworld organization, particularly since John's father is a mafia boss." John interjected, "I'm surprised you figured it out." Confused, I responded, "So, you are HexPhantom, and he's the son of a mafia boss?"

“Yes, she’s Quarta. Her real name is Cecilia. She’s not Caitlin’s mother. She had plastic surgery to look like her. Her plan was to use James, poisoned by Scentbane, to control Caitlin and make her help find the Shard of Life mentioned in the codex.” “What...” Aurelius breathed, stunned. Alicia frowned, staring coldly at the woman who had impersonated Kelly—the real Quarta. Zeke tensed, watching Cecilia closely. The woman who had deceived them all was dangerous, and he stayed alert, ready for anything. “I never imagined this,” Aurelius murmured, looking at his former disciple with a mix of sorrow and disappointment. “For the Shard of Life, you went this far?” “I’m sorry, Master,” Cecilia sai

She replied almost immediately. “Cut that crap. We both know your name isn't Mia. I need your real name.” Angelo stated, his face going red with built-up frustration “Well, that is a top-tier secret that I wouldn't wanna uncover, but since we're working together, you can call me Cie.” Cielo's tone was calm and her face gave away no emotions. “Cie, as in C, the alphabet?” he asked, staring at her suspiciously. “Ya. That is a big clue to my name,” she replied.

“Oh my God…” Liora frowned. “What are they talking about?” Selene’s face slowly lost color as realization dawned. “No way,” she whispered. Victor was still speaking excitedly. “When people heard Phantom returned to the industry, nobody believed it.” He laughed nervously. “Frankly, most of us thought you were a myth.” Desmond’s jaw tightened. Phantom. The name hit the room like a gunshot. Because everyone in tech knew Phantom. The invisible architect behind some of the most advanced cyber defense systems in the world. The woman governments tried to recruit. The ghost responsible for exposing corporate corruption networks worth billions.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i