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And now, I was determined to start a new chapter in my life, one that was free from the shadows of the past. I thought about Riezel, sitting in a jail cell, confronted with the consequences of her actions. The accusations against her were mounting, and it seemed that her web of deceit and manipulation was finally beginning to unravel. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that she would face justice for her crimes. But even as I thought about Riezel's downfall, I knew that I had to move forward. I had to leave the past behind and start anew. Raphael and I had decided to sell the hacienda, to leave behind the memories of pain and heartache that lingered within its walls.

This is a terribly explicit novel world without morals, and I am that Gabriel Bailey. The older brother of the one who will drop Harper into the pit of despair, and the older brother is no less of a perpetrator than the younger brother. Even if a complete stranger possessed that Gabriel Bailey… ‘Not getting involved is best.’ If I repay Harper Lewis, who died in the novel, even a little, wouldn’t that be right? I have no obligation to repay Harper, but as a reader, I felt something like a debt of the heart. ‘You died so emptily and sadly.’

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I say under my breath, making sure the baristas aren't eavesdropping. Princess Natalia, Luna of Ehre~ I was almost deafened by the shot from my pistol, orbmaybe the adrenaline I felt from finally getting my justice, just with a tiny squeeze of the trigger. The silver bullet explodes out of the barrel and cracks into his skull instantly, defining Beatnick's bloody end. When my hearing returned, I heard nothing but the breathing of everyone around me, and the squelching of the blood that was exiting Beatnick's corpse. I looked down at him, feeling absolutely no remorse. Alpha walked up to me in shock, bringing me back to

Nadine wasn't the only one thinking too much and not getting enough sleep. Just like Nadine, Kendrick was in on that too. He never imagined that if he ever experienced sleep deprivation, it would be due to one lady, the only lady who stole his heart, the one lady who stole his heart, the one lady who belonged to, Loretta, that one lady. She was upset with him now and was playing to his heart somehow. He thought the fact that he nearly killed Sebastian would scare him away, scare him off her, but I guess it didn't work like that in some cases. In some cases, you need to kill the guy.

Adam sat on the cold floor, his shoulders trembling as tears streamed down his face. Every breath he took felt like knives carving deeper into his chest. The memories came rushing back, vivid and merciless, pulling him into a spiral of pain he thought he had buried long ago. He clenched his fists, the gun still tightly gripped in his hand. His father’s broken figure haunted him—once a man of strength and authority, reduced to a shell by betrayal and despair. Adam could still see him, hunched over in the dark, drowning in alcohol and misery.

{ADAM} Something is really fishy here, but I can't figure out what the hell it is. Everything about this blonde fires all the scam alerts in my head, but I got nothing to prove it yet. The second she told me her brand name is NobleScalePad. I knew I'd heard that name before, but I can't just recall where. I lift my phone on my table, search for Wendell’s number and shoot him a message real quick. He digs faster than Six and I need feedback this second.

"Listen to you?! I've always done so! It's your turn to do the same — apologize to the innocent man!" "He's not innocent! Stop painting him as one, will you?!" "Yes he is! You're just being shameless and trying to deflect the blame! You're also biting the hand that fed YOU. FED US. Pull us into the light when everything was dark. He's always been nice, good, and kind to you! To us! When our family had little, he gave us more. When we were starving, he'd bring us food. Why are we repaying him with betrayal? While he was here waiting for you to come home, for hours! He waited for hours, Nora! But the whole time, YOU WERE CHEATING ON HIM INSTEAD!"

"You did it for the accounts. You wanted her gone so there was no one left who knew where the money was hidden." "I did it for all of us." I closed my eyes. "Now be quiet. The boy needs to rest." The convoy began to move. The forest blurred into a grey smear of speed. Leo fell asleep against my chest, his breathing slow and steady. "Who's the monster?" Ignatius asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. I didn't answer. I just watched the red sun sink below the horizon. The debt was paid. The new world was born.

He wouldn’t look at me. “Stay still fifteen minutes,” he told the nurse, voice cracking. “Then she can leave. Send confirmation to the client. Tell them the acquisition is complete.” He turned and hurried out. The nurse sighed and patted my leg. “He’s been like this all day. You did great, Isabella.” “He looked like he might faint,” I said. “Lie back. Give it time to settle. You’re carrying a big responsibility now.” I stared at the ceiling for fifteen minutes, body heavy. I thought of the beach in San Sebastian where I grew up. Salt air. Sun-warmed skin. Before everything fell apart. Before the De Luca family decided my father was a murderer and we deserved to lose everything.