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His hand shook just slightly around the knife. Nova’s heart pounded. “Stop it! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” The laugh came again, low and cruel. “Oh, I know everything. More than you, Nova. More than him.” Cruz growled weakly. “Stay… away… from them.” The voice softened, mockingly tender. “But why would I? When you’ve given me the perfect gift—your blood on the ground, your guard shattered, your woman trembling. This is the night your kingdom falls, Cruz Maddox.”

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

The barrel still digs into my chin. “Don’t… please…” I whisper. His eyes bore into me with such intensity that I can see the violence burning in them. Then, wordlessly, he tucks the gun back into his waistband. I stagger backward, clutching my throat as if the heat of the barrel and the grip of his fingers had left a burn etched into my skin. “I’ll keep this,” he says, holding up the necklace. “For the damage you caused.” Iris gave me that choker shortly before she died, with the letters L.O.U.I.S.E. She had one just like it with her name. We wore them whenever we went out together — people always asked where we’d bought them. They looked so beautiful, so special.

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.

“Did you want the best of both worlds? “Marry two men at once? “Bigamy is a crime, you know?” Seraphina had not expected such indifference from me. Her eyes reddened. “I didn’t… “Registering the marriage with Alaric was only temporary. We already agreed to divorce tomorrow. “I only want to spend my life with you, Cassian!” I nearly threw up. “Do I look desperate? “After being toyed with and humiliated by you and Alaric so many times, do you really think I’d still be willing to clean up after him and marry a woman he’s married and slept with?”

he ordered, slamming into me relentlessly. The orgasm shattered me. I screamed as my whole body convulsed, pussy gushing onto the floor while my ass clenched tightly around his thick cock. The intensity made my vision blur. “Fuck… Nora!” Dr. Crowe groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my ass, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock. I was still shaking, completely wrecked, when his pager suddenly went off on the counter.

Jenna had long since blocked Rex and cut off all contact with him. It was unexpected for her to see his name in Cris's article. Rex's comment: [Knock-off] "This circle is too small..."Although it did not cause any harm, it wasn't very respectful. Cris furiously posted a dozen cursing comments beneath Rex. Still, Rex did not respond further. "The war" had ended. Helplessly, Jenna rolled her eyes. "Cris doesn't have anything better to do, huh?"

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

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