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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan struggling to get back on his feet. Panic shot through me.I couldn’t let him grab me again. I had to get out, now. “How… How are you alive?” Sophie finally managed to mumble, her voice trembling.

I whispered. And in that moment, even with pain coursing through me, even knowing my own body had been irrevocably changed, even knowing the consequences of my actions, I felt a flicker of something like hope. Because Sophie was alive. Because I had made a choice that mattered. But the cost… the cost would come later.

"Ma, I can't just throw her out. Vincent took a bullet meant for me. If he hadn't stepped in, I'd be the one in the ground. He's gone, and Isabella is the only family he left behind. I'm not leaving his widow out there with a target on her back. I'll talk to Sophia when she wakes up." "You know Sophia. She won't see a widow. She'll see another woman in her house." My eyes snapped open. I went still. Then the truth hit me. I was back. Ten years before everything went to hell. None of it had happened yet. This time, I would survive. So would my family. Anna, Lucas's mother, rushed to my bedside. "Sophia, thank God you're awake. Don't worry, I've already made myself clear to Lucas. I won't let

she said shakily. "Yes, you either drink that or die" he chuckled wickedly. Sophie thought it would be better to die by poison than dying by David's blade. She gulped it down her throat quickly. He held her arm and dragged her to the center of the yard. There were a lot of people present and there was a huge pile of firewood arranged to make a bonfire. Sophie looked around and caught a glimpse of Alpha Jones, her mate. She stared dead at him. She didn't really understand what was going on. She was spared yesterday and now they wanted to burn her alive?, she kept wondering.

“It’s not perfect. But at least they’re protected. They wouldn’t survive out there. Not after what happened.” I look back at Sophie. She’s thinner. Paler. There are shadows under her eyes that weren’t there before. But she’s alive. “I thought you were dead,” I whisper. “They told me…” “I know,” she says, her voice shaking. “I thought it too. For a while. But Asher, he saved us. He kept us hidden. Fed us. Gave us a second chance.” I reach for her hands, but the moment I do, she quickly tucks them away.

Suddenly, a figure slowly levitated from the ruins of the Leeker Corp building. The figure rose to a hundred meters high before he looked at Griffin and others with a cold gaze. They could not see his face, but they could feel the cold menacing aura. They were shocked and looked at the figure in disbelief because they could not believe their eyes. How was it possible for someone to survive that level of bombing? Meanwhile, Sophie stood in the ruins, trembling uncontrollably. She could never forget what she had just witnessed. It was etched in her soul. She saw a sea of fire, blazing flames, and earthquakes.

Don Juan uttered and went upstairs, while Killian and his other men disposed of the bodies. Don Juan’s study was silent except for the ticking clock above the fireplace. He stood by the window, one hand behind his back, the other holding a glass of aged whiskey. Across from him sat Vivienne, her face pale, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap. “I thought this plan would work,” Juan muttered, not turning to look at her. “I believed your daughter could do this". “She tried,” Vivienne replied. “But it didn’t work. He survived. And now it’s over.”

Danial didn't say anything but his curiosity was peaked. "But," Sophie said, her voice trembling, "when you turned three, something happened that forced him to make a painful decision. He left us, not because he didn't love us, but because he wanted to protect us. One blissful morning I was preparing my bath when I heard some noise and chatter downstairs. I naturally thought it was your father so I called and said Come on honey, Danial's bath is ready if you come any late I will be forced to wash him myself. Usually, when your father hears this he would come running upstairs as if his life depended on it and start washing but this time he didn't respond.

Coupled with the heavy snow, it actually felt a little like the New Year celebration. Jaime touched his chin before he asked Sophie, “Sophie, do you think that those ninjas are already dead?” Sophie asked him in return, “Do you think that they would be able to survive such a big fire?” Jaime waved his hand before he said, “That is not what I meant. Do you think that our benefactor killed them first before setting them on fire, or do you think that he simply set them on fire so that they could burn to death?”

Diane's POV My heart was heavy from my grandfather's choices but I knew I had no other choice than to protect the others who were more willing to leave this hell hole —and that was Sophie and Owen. They didn't deserve to be here. This was my mess. They were completely innocent and my grandfather had the right to make his own choices. I walked out of the room and joined Sophie who was standing over a guard sprawled on the floor right in the middle of the corridor looking like a superhero.