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Parisa finally spoke, breaking the bracketed silence that stretched between and dropped her eyes as if in search of something on the carpet. She felt the weight of the gaze that shifted between measured pity and final resignation. Eliza took out a pen and small leatherbound notebook from the front pocket of her apron and jotted down the measurements. “He said you should remain,” Parisa shifted her stare halfway up the woman’s torso, dark eyebrows knitting at the centre. “That’s why they left for church without you.” “Why?” Eliza stepped back to pocket the items and rolled up the tape whilst keeping her stare fixed on her hands, actively avoiding Parisa who suddenly felt cold and exposed.

Always us. THE END

Snowfall pack was in the season of mourning. The pack has never been so gloomy before. No one was ready to part with the Alpha, his sudden demise was a big blow to them. After their little encounter in his room, Paris has been keeping her distance from Mirrod throughout the ceremony. It was time for the last wishes to be read out and for the family to bid him a final goodbye.

Undisclosed Location – 48 Hours Later The news blared from the television mounted on the wall of our secure apartment, the anchor's voice carrying the practiced gravity reserved for world-changing events. Outside, Paris continued its everyday rhythm—café patrons lingering over espresso, tourists photographing the distant Eiffel Tower, businesspeople hurrying along rain-slicked streets. None of them aware that just three floors above a patisserie renowned for its éclairs, we were watching the culmination of a decade-long chess match.

As their lips met in a kiss that spoke of love, forgiveness, and a new beginning, the city of Paris glowed around them, bearing witness to the moment their love story was rewritten, this time, forever. THE END!

He said: "I meant it." I held his gaze. I said: "I know." The car moved through Paris. His hand found mine in the dark between us. I held it. We went home. End of Chapter Twenty one

Demir must survive. THE END.

Social media lit up with live reactions—friends, foes, and millions in between—demanding justice, change, and the end of an era defined by corruption and deceit. As the broadcast faded, Zara found herself alone in her penthouse, the echo of the city’s relentless pulse a constant reminder that nothing, not even power, was permanent. Alec was gone on an urgent call, leaving her to reflect on the sacrifices and the victories they had fought for. She opened the window, letting the cool Parisian night rush in, carrying with it the scent of liberation and the distant sound of celebration. In that moment, as the city shimmered below and the stars stood as silent witnesses to her transformation, Zar

They were finally at peace. THE END

Juliet curled up on the ground, her voice broken as she said, "I loved you. But you only ever saw me as a placeholder. "I'll destroy you, and her—" That night, she sent him one last text. [Let's meet one last time.] She floored the gas pedal at the corner of the street they had agreed on. The headlights surged forward. Edward did not move—he had always believed he was the one in control.