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Once he was done with that, he slid the magazine back. Althea heard the click and knew that the countdown had started. She looked at her mother, panicked. She tried shouting for her name but a lump in her throat keeps blocking her words. Dino stood up, then we walked and stop next to Alannah. “Then take aim. Oh, you have to mind your stance too…” Words keep on leaking out from his mouth but Althea had no time to care for him. She focused her eyes on her mother’s figure, she was staring intensely like she was drilling a hole on her body.

“No. I will not forgive you if you deprive me of the satisfaction. By God, I will kill him when I get my hands on him.” Dane nodded once and then made his way out of the office. I threw my head back and ran a hand through my hair. When another knock sounded at the door almost immediately after, a look irritation crept up on my face. Who the hell was it? The door swung open and Caleb sauntered inside. He plonked himself onto one of the chairs in front of the large table, and pulled off his sunglasses. “What did you do this time, Jordan?” “What?” I asked, still irritated

“I didn’t intervene. You flew across that club ready to take on the world. Ryan and I just stood there and watched. I can understand the motivation. She was a sexy little thing.” Noah just stopped himself from growling at his friend. “Ok, well anyway. Her blonde friend stayed away and watched you like you were a… rattle snake.” “I’m not sure if I should take offence at that description.” There was a hint of laughter in Max’s tone. “Can you just take a look?” Noah said. Max didn’t hesitate and replied, “Sure, mate, send it.” Noah moved the phone away from his ear to locate the image he had taken from the club’s security camera. He quickly sent it to Max and put the phone back to his ear.

Across the bottom of the video, printed in big, bold, unmissable Snapchat text, was the caption Maya had written: My cousin just had a one night stand with Anna Spears. Guess QB1 wasn't enough for her after all. 🤫🔥 Below the video, the group chat was exploding with messages from our former high school classmates: “WAIT WHAT?!” “No way! Isn't Anna dating Jeremy Harden?!” “Holy shit, is that actually Anna?!” “Damn, she really did that to Jeremy? Oakridge drama never ends!” "No..." I gasped aloud, the phone slipping from my numb fingers and dropping onto the mattress. "No, no, no..."

Agnes suggested and tirned the bottle of soda. It pointed to Riley. "Why are you saving up toi.much ?" I asked. I am just curious. They all looked at me. "I have a family to feed." "So short". I groan. "Next " He just said and ignore me. The bottle pointed to Agnes. "Do you have a crush on Resty?" Riley asked. Agnes blushed and hide her face in her palm and nodded. We all giggled except for Resty. He seemed shocked. "Are you okay Resty?" I asked.

“Gotta give the intern a fighting chance, Bennett.” “Oh, it is so on,” I scoffed, tossing my coat onto the velvet sofa. For the next hour, our private lane was pure, unfiltered chaos. We ordered artisan flatbreads, craft cocktails, and spent every second trading ruthless banter. Despite playing with his non-dominant hand, Noah’s hand-eye coordination was absurdly accurate. He hit two inner-ring shots back-to-back, leaning back against the leather bench with an infuriating, gorgeous smirk as the digital screen above us tallied his points.

I felt Noah shift beside me, the smallest movement, barely noticeable unless you were pressed up against him like I was. “Relax,” Noah said. “It’s handled.” Someone else snorted. “Man, last time you said that, we almost got…” “Shut up,” Noah cut in, but there was a faint smirk tugging at his lip. “This time it’s clean.” A girl with bright red braids leaned across the table, lowering her voice dramatically. “So… you guys really wanna try that new stuff tonight? Chris said it hits harder than the last batch.” God, not this fucking shit again!

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart, "we need to capture this. We need to know the truth." Noah nodded, his eyes still fixed on the scene before them. He felt frozen in place, but Sophia’s voice pulled him back to reality. With a shaky hand, he pulled out his phone, his fingers hovering over the camera app. "Do it," Sophia urged, her own phone already in position. "We have to do it now." As they both raised their phones, capturing the image that would seal Rachel and the president’s fate, Noah felt a surge of anger and sorrow unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Longer than it should have. "Get some rest, Sienna." His thumb traced her jawline. "I'll fix this." Then he stood. Straightened his jacket. Looked down at her one more time. "I'll come back tomorrow. Check on you." She nodded. Too numb to do anything else. He walked to the door. Opened it. The cameras started again immediately. Flashes. Questions. Chaos. But Noah walked through it calmly. Like he owned the moment. Then he was gone. The door closed. The shouting faded.

"Alaric will also be back for tonight's banquet. He's Father's biological son as well as the heir to the country of Silverania. It'll be a very formal dinner, so you must be prepared. "I've already given you enough respect, so you also have to be considerate. If Father asks tonight whether we've formed the mate bond, you must say that we've already completed the ritual. "Also, you have to apologize to Shirley for hurting her last time. Otherwise, I can still cancel the marriage that I promised you at any time." He left as soon as he finished speaking, deliberately trying to appear cool. I suppressed my anger, telling myself that everything was fine. Tonight, he would find out who I really wa