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A slow smile tugged at my lips. "Oh... I knew it," I replied calmly, masking the satisfaction blooming inside me. Mireya had always been too trusting. That weakness was exactly what made her so easy to manipulate. "I can't wait to become the person she trusts the most," Corvin continued confidently. "But remember... you're my only love. I love you... and our baby." He blew a kiss through the phone, his voice dripping with affection. "O... of course." My breath caught slightly as I forced the words out.

The once proud company was collapsing, and everybody knew it. Meanwhile, Tracy hadn't slept since last night when she heard the news. She was shaking a little as she poured out a glass of water for herself. Her phone buzzed. It was Victor. "Tracy," his voice came cold and sharp through the receiver. "You betrayed me." She froze. “Victor, I—no! I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snarled. “The police are everywhere. You gave them something, didn’t you?”

He pulls back from me, standing and tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “Don't I? I know that you call him eight times a day when he's here in Spain on a holiday, you try to get close to him at the slightest chance back in New York and now, and you sure as hell are aware that you aren't even his fifth option for love. He has told you before, hasn't he?” I try to swallow, but my throat feels too tight. “How do you know…” “I know every damn pathetic thing you've done, though he and I barely talk. But here's the problem—”

It was also its own antidote. Cyrus finally let go of me and let me fall back onto the floor. He watched the faint glowing light under my skin, his eyes full of greed. "What are you hiding in that body of yours? Victor said you swallowed some Moon Essence. Hand it over, and maybe I'll let you die a little quicker." I could barely whisper. "You're never getting it." My answer angered Cyrus as he raised his hand, dark red energy gathered in his palm. It was the mark of someone who had betrayed the Moon Goddess and taken up forbidden magic. "Then take your secret to the grave and keep Sophia company in the underworld!"

She had no intention of being caught and exposed as someone who had just tried to help kill her own daughter. But even if Aria wasn’t dead, it didn’t matter. Ruby had taken the evidence from Aria’s bag—Aria had nothing left. Even if she managed to tell Micheal, it would be useless. Maybe Micheal would even kill her again. That would be best. Aria stood quietly under the phoenix tree, watching Isabella’s panicked, limping figure disappear into the distance. Tears welled in her eyes. "Aria, you’re hurt again." Aria turned around and collapsed into Philip’s arms. “I used to love her so much. She was my entire world. She was the mother I loved more than anything... and in the end, she was the on

His arms didn’t loosen. “I loved you in my own way,” he said quietly. “And that’s why I married you.” I stilled. My heart raced. “Oh, Celeste… I’m really sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain,” he whispered, his tone full of regret and sadness and pain. “I shouldn’t have believed her at once. She’d been manipulating me all those times, wanting to take over your life.” He paused and looked into my eyes then. “And you’re absolutely right. I let her.”

I nodded with a pained smile. "All those times, you were really cheating on me. You know, I couldn't believe it. I thought you were an upright alpha as you claim to be. Not knowing that you were just a dirty lying cheating alpha." I was disappointed. I knew how furious he usually gets seeing men who cheat on their mates. But there he was, doing the same thing without shame. My heart thundered against my ribcage as we stared at each other. "Listen Cora. I didn't mean for this to happen. You have to know that I'm desperate. My position," He took three steps closer to me and grabbed my shoulders.

He had become my enemy, I'd seen this game—played this game, and if he didn't know who I had become after his death, as well now because of his lies…he would. I'd never show him my heart again. He'd turned me inside out for the last time, and I wouldn't allow him to have what remained of me. He'd eventually come in search of me, and when he did, Hell would be waiting. **~TORIN~** The next morning I sat on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. I didn't know which hurt the worst, my head or my heart. The hangover, I would get over, but tearing Marlowe to pieces again—what a wicked thing—so, with little doubt, I knew it was my heart that suffered the most.