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And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

The room tilted and all I could hear was the dull thud of my heartbeat. I turned back to Damien. His gaze met mine with this unreadable expression. Once again, I felt defeated. No matter how hard I tried to put him in his place, I just kept failing. Money really is power… but does that make it worth more than a person’s dignity? I thought bitterly to myself.

"What, you can't admit what you did? Are you afraid Celeste will learn about your dirty little secrets? You should've known this day would come when you cheated on me!" I struggled against her, but my body was still weak after getting discharged from the hospital not long ago. Pain tore through me as my freshly healed wounds reopened. "Was my money not enough for you?" Beverly hissed. "Or was it just more exciting to flaunt your lover and use my credit card to fund your games? You're filthier than I ever imagined." Ashton chimed in anxiously after calming Celeste, "Ms. Mitchell, please, let's not escalate this further. The credit card has been frozen. Let's focus on resolving the matter at h

"But that doesn't give you the freedom to humiliate me and my parents!" Giovanni, who had been observing coldly, finally intervened, his voice icy and detached. "You would do well to recognize your place and refrain from resistance." I turned to Giovanni, my eyes filled with disappointment and pain. "I've always understood my place, but don't I deserve even a shred of dignity?" Giovanni snorted disdainfully, a flicker of disgust passing through his eyes. "Dignity? What dignity does a lowly Omega have to speak of?"

"There's always a choice." "Not really." I sit up slowly. Everything hurts. "Patricia said the prenup is ironclad. I have no money to fight it. Julian's already moved on. He's living with Vivienne, raising her children, preparing for their baby." My voice catches. "What am I fighting for?" "Your dignity. Your self-respect—" "I don't have any dignity left. You saw me last night. Sneaking into my old home to watch my husband fuck his pregnant girlfriend." I laugh bitterly. "That's not dignity. That's pathetic."

"Raghav, what about me? My dignity is ruined. Think about someone other than her for once." I let out a hollow laugh-dignity? She dared to talk about dignity? ".Dignity? Natasha..." My voice cracked, but I forced myself to continue. "There Kiyara is dying in there. They are beating her to death. No one is giving her medical aid, nothing. If this continues, they will end up killing her." The lump in my throat tightened as images of Kiyara's terrified face flashed in my mind. Her eyes, once full of mischief, now lifeless, empty... broken.

"Fond of lapping? Go on," Pauline said. "Get down and lick every trace of that wine." "Miss Castro..." One quivered, terror overwhelming him. "We were wrong. Please..." "Too late." Pauline truncated his plea. "Do it or rot in prison. Your choice." Before absolute power, pride and honor were meaningless. They exchanged hopeless glances and got down on their knees. Shaking, they pressed their faces into the cold carpet, which was full of broken glass and spilled wine.

Until the entire room echoed with applause—honoring Evelyn’s strength and courage. Evelyn stood still, her face calm. But inside her chest, something lifted. It wasn’t victory. It was relief. She no longer needed to defend herself with tears. Now, she defended herself with truth. William looked at her with pride. Evelyn turned to him and said softly, “Dignity isn’t about who starts the fight. It’s about who still stands—after being broken a hundred times.”

Nova’s fingers curled tighter around the journal. Later that night, the house was quiet. The kind of calm that hums with tension just beneath the surface. Nova sat cross-legged on the rug in Damian’s office, the journal now open in her lap. Pages lay scattered around her, some handwritten in English, others in rough Romanian, Damian translated. Between the faded ink and cryptic references, it read like a war map disguised as a memoir. Damian stood over a desk by the window, speaking low into a secure burner phone in Romanian. His voice was taut. Sharp.

Aaron widened his eyes and read the divorce agreement over and over again. He was in disbelief. “When did I sign this?” “Just now.” “You’re so despicable. You cheated and made me sign it! Is this man your lover?” Aaron did not give up. When I hesitated, Andrew nodded. “Elena and I are true loves. Please don’t bother Elena in the future, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook.” “Goodbye.” I no longer looked at Aaron.