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Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Eleven: Elliot's Truth The morning of the meeting was grey and still and smelled of salt coming in off the water. She was up before five. The house was quiet in the specific way it got before Rosa arrived — a baseline quiet, the house itself breathing.

CHAPTER FOUR GRACE'S POV April 12, 2023. 6:30 am. The alarm rang at 6am as usual, but I didn't move for the next 30 minutes. For a moment, I just wanted to lay down and forget about everything worrying me. It's like my head refused to cooperate with me and everything I wanted.

Her words carried an obvious undertone. Jake looked at me, his expression complicated. His gaze dropped briefly to my clothes before he spoke, his voice tinged with disappointment. “Emma, this isn’t the kind of outfit you should be wearing. Did you rent it or borrow it?” As he spoke, he pulled out a card and held it out to me. “There are two hundred thousand dollars on here. After all, you’re the mother of my child. I can’t just stand and watch you go down the wrong path. I thought you were so decisive in leaving me because you had something better waiting for you, but I didn’t expect… this.”

I couldn't think at all, and when I recalled it, I felt a burning heat on my face. Dawson wanted to continue joking, but the phone rang. Lorraine took the opportunity to leave the greenhouse and returned to the villa. Before going to bed, Dawson saw Lorraine reading a book. "What book are you reading?" he casually asked. "Distant Priests" "This book was just fooling you girls." "Shut up." Lorraine didn't want to talk to such a boring person. Dawson changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. But because they each covered themselves with their own blankets, he couldn't touch the other person.

“I’m freaking confused about this whole thing. It’s like someone’s out there playing puppet master with my damn love life. First Edward’s drama, now this anonymous message telling me to stay away from Zavala. Like, what the actual fuck?” Dawn just sighs. She’s stretched out across my hotel bed in her hoodie, one leg hanging off the side, a protein bar half-eaten in her hand and her laptop open. A sleek, military-grade looking black device hums beside her. Some hacker gadgets I do not even want to ask about. Probably illegal. Probably expensive. Definitely sexy.

She had already taken her bath when Chase came in. A maid knocked on the door and Chase asked her to come in. “Dawn' s teacher is here Sir.” Her head was lowered throughout. “Tell him she'll be down in a minute. I hope you've prepared the gazebo for their lesson?” The maid nodded and Chase waved her off. She left after bowing her head a bit. Chase turned to Dawn with a stern look. She took the new books Chase had bought her as per the teachers request and walked out, leaving Chase and Hailey together.

"Tonight I'm all yours. And you're all mine." He led her to the wardrobe and took out the wedding dress we had prepared together. It was one of a kind. "Tonight, you wear this dress and I'll wear the groom's suit. We'll make our vows. That way we'll have married each other." He got down on one knee and looked up at her. "But Caleb made this dress himself. He sat in that wheelchair and sewed every stitch. He worked on it for three hundred days and nights. Ethan, I told you I-"

her mother says. “Sure it’s no problem,” Dawn said, and her mother handed her an envelope, and Dawn went on her way. She walked into her father's office to find papers tossed everywhere, from his desk to the floor. She wondered, "How could an alpha depart his office looking like that? Dawn tidied up, and within thirty minutes, she had collected all the papers from the desk, making the office clean. Her gaze swept across the room, observing everything, and then her attention landed on a book positioned beside the couch leg. When Dawn reached for it, a folded piece of paper slipped out from the book. Gathering the paper, Dawn feels its texture and sees that it has changed from white to a beige

She could hop and climb the stairs without wobbling, seemingly accustomed to having legs. After a hearty breakfast, Aqua carefully crept over to Dawn. The dark-haired man was hunched over the newspapers, but he hadn’t turned that page in ten minutes. Aqua knew that Dawn wasn’t truly concentrating on the paper. She’d seen how fast he read newspapers alone. Something was distracting him. “Don?” she called out cautiously, approaching from the side rather than the back.