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Below, the palace was in motion, with servants hurrying down hallways and banners being drawn for the weekly ritual. Nobody anticipated what would happen. Not just yet.The ledger was on the table behind me. The scribe's journal is next to it. Two books that contained all of Cerra's secrets. Years of silence, sealed with fake signatures and purchased with fear. Now, they were going to speak. REYNA'S POV I said quietly as I entered the room, "Everyone is waiting." Xenia remained motionless. Her gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "What if they don't think it's true?" She enquired.

"No baby, nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect, you are fine. it was just a checkup and now he will give you some pills and that's it we'll go home." "Pills for what? I am not sick." "I know honey, you are not sick but you have to take them so the dreams can go away" "Ok, I wanna go home" I have pulled in his head again. The eclipse was over but the moon still shines bright and it was larger than usual. All the wolves were standing now in their original form as they defeated the creatures. The king yelled a battle cry as the shadowy figures started to emerge from every corner in a form of a horde. Courtney was chanting some magical spells and David was by her side helping her strengthe

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence

Unforgiving. She smiled. She was done being weak. The next afternoon, Ember arrived at one of the most luxurious private restaurants in the city — a place reserved only for noble families. The Hale family had already gathered. King Cameron Hale sat at the main seat, his expression stern and unreadable. Beside him sat Queen Marliee, her posture stiff, her eyes sharp with hostility. Several Hale elders and relatives were also present, their gazes filled with disdain the moment Ember entered. Today, Ember wore a long white dress that clung to her figure gracefully, making her look like a cold, flawless angel who had descended to pass judgment.

He says. Preston jumps up on stage with the most beautiful tiara that I have ever seen. It’s made of gold. It’s thin and it looks like it is interwoven branches. I’m glad it’s so thin. I did not want to wear something so heavy. Hearing my thoughts, Chris smirks, as Reginald steps towards me. “Please bend down, Raleigh.” Reginald request. I bend onto my knees and bow my head. “Lift your head.” Blushing, I do as asked. “Do you, Raleigh, promise to protect this Kingdom to the best of your ability.”

His face was unreadable. “She really did it,” Chloe whispered. “She burned the whole thing down.” Ben didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on Julian. “You think this ends here?” he said quietly. “This was just one piece. Reginald’s fall opens a vacuum — and someone’s going to fill it.” Chloe frowned. “You think Julian—?” Ben didn’t reply. His silence said enough. Across the room, Reginald was being escorted out, reporters shouting, cameras flashing. He looked back once — at Maya, at Leo, at the empire collapsing around him. His lips twisted into a faint smile.

Zogo looked toward the high walls of the estate, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his coat. “Let’s knock.” And with that, he stepped forward, walking through darkness like it bowed to him. Regalado’s POV Inside the Estate, 5:00 AM The old gallery smelled of varnish, Cuban tobacco, and power. Regalado stood with a glass of 60-year-old scotch in hand, gazing up at an oil portrait of his father, the original lion of the south…. General Estevan Regalado. A man who built an empire from bullets and borders. His ghost still lingered in these walls, Regalado believed. Still watching. Still approving.

"And for what? You don't have to lie to me, You know that you got what you wanted because I wasn't here, but am here now..." Umma Magijaya raised her hand in pure rage, But Nawal was quick to hold it in place before it make contact with her face. Tilting her head she said "I really don't want to do this, but am sure the King will be happy to know why his private plane that was supposed to fly out with Nuwaira has fault that same evening, when it was perfectly fine in the morning and also why the captain was delayed". Umma Magajiya almost stumble as her whole body started shaking in shock and fear. All the blood was drain from her face as she stares at Nawal, looking as if she has seen a ghos

I opened it carefully expecting to see a bomb or something. There was a little note inside. “I’m sorry.” It read. There was no name on the note. I didn’t know many people who owed me an apology and knew my address. There was a jar of cream from a brand I didn’t recognize and another jar of body balm from the same brand. There was also a bottle of tablets. There was another note in the corner. “The cream and balm are for the bruising. Apply them twice a day. Take one tablet twice every day to help with the soreness.”

Flames flickered low behind him, casting a jagged light across his sharply lined face. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. Across the room, Santino Alvarez, his oldest confidant and consigliere, waited silently beside the bookcase, used to the heavy silences that preceded Reginald’s fury. Reginald finally moved. He circled the desk with the cold grace of a predator, his gaze still fixed on the envelope. Thick parchment. Gold trim. The wax seal embossed with the Licrest — and the intertwined initials R & E.