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Christine cried in distress. "Hazel, how can you deny your mother? If you don't believe me, we can do a DNA test! Hazel is your name, and it was chosen by your father and me. After I gave birth to you, I swapped you and Lana's baby so you could have a better life. No one loves you more than I do!" I paused mid-step. In my previous life, Hazel had believed Christine's story despite all the love I'd showered her with. She'd turned against me, even going so far as to take my life to legitimize their reunion.

[Aunt Amelia, I'm still outside. [What? Why are you out so late? It's dangerous!] I shot back, instantly worried. He replied with a line of cheerful emojis. [Aunt Amelia, I stood up for myself tonight! My dad got drunk again and tried to hit me, but I pushed him back. He fell and hit his head. Now he's got a cut to match the one he got at your place. They're symmetrical now, haha!] I clapped a hand over my mouth, struggling not to laugh out loud. 'Well done, Rick,' I thought proudly.

Jo slurred more words before passing out completely against him. Dante caught her gently. Confused but determined, he carried her bridal-style back to the omega quarters. Inside their tiny room, he found the two sleeping fairies curled up on floor mattresses. He carefully laid Jo on her bed. A book on the nightstand caught his eye. He leaned closer and saw the author's name. Genny. Everything clicked into place. Dante bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. So, Jo wasn’t pregnant. There was no real Drake. It was a character from her book.

Club Swank was anything but. It wasn't in the best area of town; the clientele was sketchy, and the girls all had secrets-most of which included drugs, money, and sex. The owner was a known ringleader for a local gang, and the place looked like bangers ran it. I hated to even step foot inside. As soon as I opened the door, I'd be accosted by smoke, lousy music, and women who'd hang on me in an effort to make a few measly bucks. It wasn't my scene.

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four In the early morning, Gemma couldn't sleep a wink. She felt the person beside her move, indicating that he was awake, so she immediately pretended to be asleep. She didn't want the first sight of the day to be the face of this perverted and villainous man. Jethro tenderly gazed at the woman lying in his arms, and his gaze lingered on her without moving away.

She's the key. I turned the words over slowly in my mind, the way you turn something over when you're trying to feel the edges of it and understand its shape. Key to what? This marriage? Something larger than this marriage? Something that had been decided and arranged and set in motion long before a man named Alaric Virelli arrived in the rain outside Dorian's house and said two words that changed everything? I heard movement from behind the door, a chair, footsteps adjusting, and I moved before I had consciously decided to, stepping quickly and quietly past the door and down the corridor and not stopping until I had turned the corner.

How could Yvette's sales ever surpass hers then? In the afternoon, Serena returned to the company. She never expected to run into Brad there, especially in the same elevator. Serena recognized Brad immediately. Naturally, Brad also recognized Serena at first glance. Even if he couldn't remember others, he would always recognize her. However, Serena kept her eyes on her phone, applying lipstick, pretending not to see Brad. She knew Brad was working with the Kade Corporation and they would meet eventually. But she never imagined it would happen so soon.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

the psychic hangover of disconnecting from a global machine mother. Beside me, Dante was a wreckage of a man. He was hunched over, his golden-black tattoos still pulsing with a faint, erratic light, his fingers digging into the salt-crusted wood of the pier. He had lost so much—his assets, his wolf's stability, and nearly his mind—all to keep me from being downloaded into the Hive. "You look like hell, Zora," a voice drawled, cutting through the rhythmic lap of the mercury-tainted waves.

Patricia said with a flat smile. "He is really greedy man. He's not even satisfied with just hurting my daughter. Now wants everything to be his. I should have really killed him from the start," said Adrian West. "Calm down. We'll see that man bring Andrew back. David will give up if Andrew is stronger to refuse. And we can take over everything if that happens," Patricia said casually as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Adrian West was now nodding decisively. "What about Gustav? Has he done a good job?" asked Adrian curiously. Patricia nodded emphatically.