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“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

Alaric shot a disdainful look at his foolish brother, "Morrow is a second-tier celebrity, not doing anything illegal. Why would I blacklist him for no reason?" Zane's face fell, "Then what am I supposed to do when he's always around Chery?" Alaric scoffed, "Look at you, lacking any ambition! Blacklisting him will make Chery notice you? If that worked, I might as well eliminate Heath, so Elowen would notice you!" Aurora casually tossed her cup, spilling half the juice over Alaric's face and sweater. Alaric, startled, turned to Aurora. Aurora slowly set down her cup, "Oops, my hand slipped."

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He thought painfully to himself, “Starla, I was wrong. Please, don’t leave me. Let me make it up to you just a little longer, okay?” Xavier rose to his feet, towering over Wendy. “Dying quickly would be too easy for someone like you.” His voice was cold and emotionless. “You should get a taste of true suffering.” He turned to his assistant. “Put the word out—no company in this city is allowed to hire her. “Even if she begs for work on the streets, she won’t make a single cent.” This was a complete industry blacklist. Wendy's eyes widened in shock. “Xavier, are you really going this far?”

"I don't just want to see it, Xender. I want to see the Nightfall Territory reshaped by the ashes. Keep going." I hit the final command. The data packets were airborne. "They have no idea what’s coming," I said, a jagged, cold smile touching my lips. "The Stormriven Den and the Blackmoor pack have been keeping their ledgers as dirty as their bloodlines. It’s time the council saw the rot." My fingers flew across the board. Every tax evasion record, every contract signed in blood, every illicit trade agreement—it was all going out, untraceable and absolute. The Stormriven Den and the Blackmoor house weren't just being exposed; they were being deleted.

“It’s past two in the morning. What do you want?” I gritted my teeth, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t let him hear how furious I was. “I need you to do something for me,” I said, my voice sharp but controlled. James groaned. “What now?” “Blacklisting,” I replied. “I want you to make sure no company partners with Lyvanne’s. If anyone does, blacklist them. No exceptions.” There was silence on the other end for a moment. I could almost feel him processing my words, the weight of them hanging between us.

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

Walked out without looking back. ~~~~~~~~~~ SAFEHOUSE INFIRMARY — 6:22 A.M. Maria lived. Barely. Lorenzo stood beside her bed, shirt soaked, jaw clenched. He hadn’t spoken for twenty minutes. Matteo entered, handed him a list. Eleven names. The full council roster. Lorenzo circled each one in black ink. "This is the list?" "Everyone who voted Class Zero." He stared at the names. "Build me a blacklist. Every house. Every port. Every mistress. Every lie. I want them buried in their own debt."

After the island, the blood, the fire, the chilling sound of Aria’s lullaby unlocking damnation in her own mind, everything seemed quieter, too quiet, like the land itself was holding its breath. Talana leaned against the tinted window of the armored car, one hand still bandaged from the fight. She wasn’t looking at the view; she was looking inward, replaying every scream Aria had made in that prison chamber, every tear that streaked the girl’s face when the code unlocked itself in her head. The blacklist. The damned blacklist. Now it lived not in De Marco’s control, but in their possession. A ledger of corruption spanning continents, names of politicians who had built their empires on the b