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Another thing that added to my doubt and wonder was when I saw the woman wearing a simple yellow dress because I was sure that the queen hated this color and taste of fashion style, and the queen was not white; she was completely brunette. When I turned back to the photo, I saw the blood written on those letters. "Sheila." The blood ink that is written is not human but comes from my fellow wolf. When I read this, my frame of mind suddenly changed, and my hunch was not good. What does this picture have to do with my case? Is this evidence I can use to bring justice to the queen and clear my name? Or is this another trap that will grind me down even more? "Are you guys done cleaning up?"

Fearing for his life and burdened by remorse, the hitman seized the opportunity to confess, hoping to find some form of redemption. The court, now fueled by the urgency of justice, launched a thorough investigation into the murder of Queen Emilia. Forensic experts scoured the crime scene for any lingering evidence, while witnesses were interviewed to establish a timeline of events. The web of Lord Arcturus's dark dealings seemed to grow more intricate with each passing day.

I continued, "I understand all of this now. The conclusion that I get is I am Celine Young trapped in Jane Evelyn's body. That is the fact." "Why did you insist from yesterday that you are not the woman I love? Don't you love me now?" asked Jake with his innocent face. I sighed. I do not think I can bear to see him sad. He is too precious to be brokenheart. However, reality continues to slap us both. "I do not know how to explain to you. However, this is not real. You are my collection of fantasies that suddenly I did not know could come true. I am Celine Young, the person behind the pen name Electra who has written all of this werewolf story," I said.

I was going to say what I wanted and he would have to listen. "Yes, that's right. I know the truth. No one here knows what had happened to her or why she hasn't been around for all these while except you." I continued. "So I am sure you must have killed her and had her buried to avoid being sent to jail over her murder. And now that I'm here, you're trying to turn me into a living illusion of who she was just cause we look alike? Who knows what backstory you must have come up with to convince the police you were not her murderer." I added and that seemed to tick him off.

The taste of copper filled her mouth. Aaron’s eyes were alive with a strange, cruel satisfaction, like he was seeing a line he’d always wanted to cross. “You always think you’re clever,” he hissed. “You always think you can argue, you can twist it, you can—” “Stop!” Louise’s voice broke, loud and trembling. For the first time, it wasn’t careful. It was raw. It carried across the cracked walls, bouncing against the furniture and the peeling wallpaper. “Just stop!”

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

I said to him. I saw him hesitate so I took a deep breath. “Just tell me, Grey,” I said plainly so he nodded. “She worked for Brickser’s family and that’s how she met, Giovanni. Giovanni took care of her and they decided to get married once she finish her degree but then she died,” Grey said and my heart still hurts whenever I heard she died. It’s not our fault but I became the suspect, and we became the suspect. I suffered and was destroyed because of that false accusation. We are powerful but not that powerful enough to go against the Brickers.

I shifted my glance to Mr Alberto before returning it to my father, who gave me a subtle nod and assured me that it was okay. Outside of our family, no one knows about my little Lothario; we keep it hidden since anyone who finds out ends up dead. And when I go on missions that need me to seduce men or women to obtain information, I make sure not to divulge my name or use a false one. As a result, I am well-known in the underworld, though not in the literal sense. "Yes, my brother and I undertake certain tasks together; however, we both have our own thing that we do separately."

Though their features were beautiful, there was an eerie quality to them, their movements unnaturally smooth and precise. Roz arrived last, her entrance marked by a faint crackle of energy. She had opted for clothes this time—a sleek, form-fitting dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her silver hair spilled down her back in waves, and her violet eyes sparkled with defiance as she met Thanion’s gaze. Thanion’s voice was low, each word laced with quiet fury. “Chryson, explain to me how Roz was able to gain access to Persephone’s chambers.”