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She thinks, suddenly, of Sunday afternoons in Milan—the lake walk she'd do after exams, the long lunches that somehow became dinner, her mother's voice insisting that rest was not laziness, it was maintenance. When did she stop believing that? "Tomorrow," Ellie says, with the finality of someone who has already made all the arrangements. "6 AM. Car to airport is booked." "Professor Williams—" "Already cleared it. He said, and I'm quoting directly, 'please take her outside before she fossilizes.'" Ellie raises an eyebrow. "I have no loopholes left to offer you." Mia closes her journal. Stands up. Hugs Ellie with the full-bodied warmth.

she said with a snort. "a war?!" she started laughing all over again, the irony of her life catching up with her. The rest of the people at the table all grinned wryly, finally seeing the humor of the situation. Ellie wasn't the best fighter. She wasn't particularly fast. She would never be able to overpower a werewolf. She couldn't run very long. She was smart, but in a bookish way, not in things that helped you survive in the wild or through a war. She was possibly the least likely to survive in the wild on her own, especially if there were things hunting her. Fate had a sense of humor, it would seem.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

Letting it fall apart now would be a betrayal of everything he stood for. As the sun dipped below the horizon that evening, Ellie sat at the grand desk in the Croft mansion, staring at the papers that would officially cement her as CEO. Her hands trembled slightly as they hovered above the documents. There was no turning back now. Eve and Perry stood by her, silently supporting her choice. As much as she resented being pulled back into a world of corporate demands, Ellie knew she had to step up—for them. Still, her thoughts lingered on Samuel—the man who once promised he'd always be there, only to leave her behind once again.

When he pulled away, his chest was heaving. “I have everything you’ve ever wanted,” he shouted. “So tell me, Elodie... what more do you want? What is so wrong with me?” Elodie wiped the blood from her lips. Then, slowly, she bent to the ground and picked up the shattered pieces of her phone. She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She just stood, clutching the broken plastic in her hand. As she turned to leave, Williams reached for her wrist again. “What now? Going to meet your precious Bryce?”

Ellie The house is dead silent. Quiet snores came from the other residents of the enchanted house. I looked at the old wall clock, hanging loosely—it could fall off if the door of the house was banged loudly—it read three minutes to four AM. I could hardly feel a glint of sleep in my eyes, as the result of my new nature. I am now forced like the royals to stay nocturnal—an imprisoned nocturnal woman. And the more I stayed indoors, the more of a captive I felt than being hidden for safety. I haven't told anyone that, but that was what I had always seen myself as from the very first day Murray brought me here. I felt like a deadly parasite kept in a lab for proper scrutiny. wild predator being

There was one person who could have an idea. Ellie.