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she replied, meeting Jade's gaze, "You couldn't have known." Jade hesitated, tilting her head slightly, her curiosity evident. "So, you're not a sub?" Ava chuckled, shaking her head. "No. Just a girlfriend." A look of genuine surprise crossed Jade's face. "Really? I never thought Carver... I mean, he always seemed so... singular in his desires." Feeling a prick of defensiveness, Ava straightened, her chin lifting. "Well, he does. It just took the right person."

Adolphus raised the question in an anxious voice. “It’s true, Adolphus. As I said earlier, Angel was conceived through a special ritual of mating where Ava mated with both of her mates at the same time, but she erased those memories from their minds to keep them safe. Ava went against fate so many times that her death was inevitable.” The hologram answered him in the same serious tone. “Who is he, Mother?” I asked her sternly. By now, I knew that Cathy also didn’t know about my mother’s second mate.

Although Adam's profile picture remained unaltered, the chat content had been manipulated and twisted into vulgar and explicit language, clearly displaying signs of manipulation through photo editing. Ava, with thousands of followers on Twitter, typically shared exquisite photos of afternoon teas or meticulously edited selfies, presenting herself as a flawless representation of a refined socialite. However, this time, alongside her bombshell revelations, she also posted a melancholic selfie, adding a touch of sadness to her usually picture-perfect image. [User #1: These chat logs look fake at first glance. It's obvious they've been fabricated.] [User #2: Rumor has it that Ava’s sister caused

I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen. It simply said, “Happy Birthday.” No other words. As if he was going to discuss business with me. He sent it this morning, and I hadn’t replied. I took a deep breath as I shifted my gaze to his avatar. I clicked on it, and his profile picture quickly filled the screen. It was a cartoon picture of a beautiful little bird. This cute avatar didn’t match his serious demeanor, puzzling many. But I knew why he had chosen it. This image was drawn by our old friend, Annika Summers, the woman Nathan had loved with all his heart.

Ava's POV I scoffed, wondering what else they were up to. I scrolled up the page and came across a screenshot of someone's I*******m post. "Okay," I said, mentally preparing myself for whatever I was about to see. I clicked on it and found a post by someone named A. They had a doll as a profile picture and had uploaded a photo of me. They also tagged me with a caption that appeared to be a poem.

"Uncover what fake evidence should be uncovered, no need for your hearts to be afraid of the Nova Star Agency. President Quincey and my own wolf are not familiar with each other's scent at all. So do not let your spirits suffer in silence under their lies. If your complaints to the moderators don't work, let my ears know. My own claws will help you fight." "..." "..." "Are your paws truly Ava Hart?" I stare at the glowing screen blankly for a moment before using the device to snap a quick, raw selfie of my face by the fire, posting it onto the wires with three simple words: "Yes, I am." With the sudden appearance of my face, the loyal fans are instantly fueled with a massive explosion of fir

At my mother’s photograph on the windowsill where I’d placed it the week I moved in. “Ava goes to work. Ava argues with Jamie about carnations. Ava sits in the piano room and listens to Damian play pieces he started writing during his worst year.” I paused. “Ava figures out how to be the last Ashmoon female in a world that’s just remembered what that means, without losing the person she was before any of this started.” Elena tilted her head. “Can those two things coexist?”

“Babe, my A-game is the only game I have.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me babe yet.” “Too soon?” “Way too soon.” They exchanged numbers. Finn saved hers as “Fake Girlfriend Boss.” Ava saved his as “Disaster Waiting to Happen.” She walked back to the party feeling lighter than she had in months. He watched her go, still grinning. The next morning, Ava met Finn at a coffee shop to “rehearse.” He arrived with a 3-page G****e Doc titled **Operation Fake Love: Backstory & Script**.

The avatar inclined its head, not to me, but to the land. You have altered a pattern older than your species, it said. Explain why it should continue to allow you. Anger flared, not hot, not wild, but sharp. “I didn’t alter the pattern,” I said. “I exposed a flaw. You stopped listening once power grew easier than balance.” The avatar regarded me. You speak as if you were there. “Maybe I was,” I said softly. “Just not like this.” The bond pulsed, agreement, curiosity, something like recognition.

Damian’s blood boiled. He immediately called Ava. "Ava, are your paintings safe?" Ava: "Yes, on my laptop." Damian: "Shut the laptop. Turn off the internet." Ava: "Why??" Damian: "Just do it." --- *DAY 792: 12:00 PM - THE LEAK STARTS* T*****r. 1 account: `@GHOST_LEAKS` Post: `BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE PAINTS NUDE.