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Aaron Riverwood As I left the office, I couldn’t get over Aaron’s words. They kept playing repeatedly in my mind. Benjamin was the only man I trusted with all of my secrets. He was always so sweet and nice. A complete opposite of the devil disguised in the skin of Adonis. ‘Benjamin is a liar.’

Benjamin ignored everyone else. His body was burning with fever, but his sharp gaze was locked onto Grace. He tossed a packet of powder—given to him by the girl—onto both Grace and Nathan. Grace was about to curse him out, but then she suddenly felt… better? She looked at Benjamin suspiciously. Benjamin, following the girl’s instructions, spoke coldly. “This is half of the antidote. You’ll get the other half only if you answer my questions. Answer wrong, and in two hours, not even the gods can save your son.”

"Thank you, Alpha. Dr. Watson." Benjamin didn't argue. He split the tea between their two cups without being asked, said something about the cold, and we kept walking. "You didn't have to do that," he said once we were past the gate. "You didn't have to bring it." I kept my eyes on the path. "If this is about the thirty days, you can stop. There's nothing left to earn." "I'm *not* going to stop." Plain, no give in it. "This is the only chance I have to make this right. I'm not wasting it being careful."

Sophia passed the softly lit hallway and noticed Julian’s door standing slightly open. A ripple of unease stirred in her stomach, but she pushed it down hard. Today was not about Julian. Today had been about ordinary things,her father’s laughter in the fitting rooms, the simple delight of picking out something new to wear. She wanted to cling to that feeling. In her bedroom, Sophia let the bags slip from her hands and dropped onto the bed with a relieved sigh. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolled aimlessly through messages, and let the quiet contentment of the day wrap around her like a warm blanket.

Under the banyan tree, there was no Benjamin—only scattered petals and ruined decorations. Her chest ached so sharply she could barely breathe. Squatting down, clutching herself, she cried bitterly. It was over. She and Benjamin could never be. Not ever again. I’m sorry, Benjamin. Forget me. Goodbye. The next morning, Wendy went to the airport with her mother Rebecca and her brother Simon. On the other side of the city, Benjamin awoke in a hospital bed. He had collapsed from the rain and the cold. Fever had consumed him through the night. Though the doctors brought it down, he was still weak and hooked to IV fluids.

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

Scowling, Benjamin swore aloud, "Shit, are you a mind-reader or something?" "Now what could a hotshot lawyer like yourself possibly need my help with short of love troubles, Mr. Zimmerman?" Natalie countered wryly, opening her eyes. Because "shameless" was Benjamin's middle name, he softened his tone and played coy with Natalie. "Come on, Natalie, help me out just this once. We grew up together and have known each other since we were practically in diapers. Please." Natalie shot back mercilessly, "Honestly, Ben, what are you trying to accomplish here? If you truly like Cheryl, man up and pursue her with a grand gesture or something. If you don't have feelings for her, leave her the hell alon

"Mr. Sinclair, I don't want to leave. I want to stay by Isabella's side…" "Listen to me," James said evenly. "You know the Sinclairs' status in Eastmere. I don't think you're worthy of Isabella. Take this money and start a business. If you can one day stand as my equal, I won't interfere in your relationship with her." With that, he left. Benjamin had no choice. That same day, he was urgently transferred to the capital. The universe's musings were unpredictable. After recovering in the capital, Benjamin sank into decadence and drowned his sorrows in alcohol each day. With 1,500,000 dollars at his disposal, he had no need to worry about survival.

Then, with a teasing lilt, he added, “But if you get there safely, make sure to send me a detailed report on how you avoided all disasters along the way.” “Goodbye, Ryan,” I said, still chuckling as I ended the call before he could drag me into another ridiculous scenario. The next minute, another number flashed on my screen—a familiar one. Benjamin. My stomach twisted as I answered. “Hello?” “Olivia. It’s me, Benjamin.” “Oh, Ben. How’re you doing?” I asked, surprised to hear from him. “Well, knowing you’re doing well and that I’m following you to the Trench Bar makes me feel fine.”

SIENNA Benjamin waited for me in the parking lot as I settled down. He looked at me expectantly. I remained quiet for sometime processing my emotions. Tamara sure knew how to bring out the worst in me. "So?" "How did it go?" Benjamin asked, his brows furrowed and it was nearly impossible to miss the concern that was etched on his face. I looked at him and released a weary sigh. "He thinks it's impossible that anyone would try to make a move on him since he's the alpha,"I said as I looked at him. Somehow I didn't like that he wasn't willing to accept the truth.