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I was ready to bridge the gap between the girl who fled and the queen who returned. ​This wouldn't just be a promotion for a book; it would be my official declaration of war. By the time the photos hit the magazines and the billboards, everyone would know that the Parker heiress and L.L. Ni were one and the same. ​I was stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and this time, I wasn't just bringing my talent—I was bringing my legacy. Timothy Beckett had been hunting a ghost for three years. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized he’d finally caught the person who could break him.

CHAPTER TWO ELENA’S POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stared at the message on my phone until the screen went dark, then lit up again. “Happy breakup, Elena. You deserve better.” How did they know? I had posted it barely ten minutes ago. I didn’t even add a tag or location, it was nothing more than a black square. Yet someone already knew and not just anyone, it was this ShadowWatch92 person who had been circling me for weeks.

She was not okay with the discrimination against women. Just then, a thought occurred to her. Maybe he was avoiding any woman in fear of the Parker girl killer. He was probably right to stay away but then he had to date the woman for her to be a target _ unless there was something the cops did not know. Either way, that was a concern for later. Her job was to get a job with Asriel Parker at Gracia Plena and accommodation at his house. The only job position that fit that criteria was his personal assistant and she was not giving up on it.

“I’m not sure why your love life isn’t the stuff of fairy tales, honestly.” She turned and looked over her shoulder as she pushed the button to crush the small flavorful beans. She waited until the sound died down, turning completely to face him. “Oh yeah? Well, it’s the stuff of humorous nightmares. I’ve waited for all these years for Kade to return home, and he’s back.” Parker’s face registered shock. “Wait … Kade McMillian is back here in Houston? Like, for good?” She nodded and moved toward the coffeepot, working to get it started.

I rub a hand across my mouth, forcing the tension from my jaw. Parker. The name slides into my mind before I can stop it. She’s not a kid anymore. Not the nerdy girl who hovered at the edge of every room, clutching a book and glancing around like she didn’t belong. She’s grown into something precise. Polished. Pretty in a way that makes men forget what room they’re standing in. And I’ve done everything I can to avoid her.

“We are.” We cross the rune-line again, and the sounds of the camp come back slowly—chatter, dishes clinking, birds in the trees. Normalcy. But I feel anything but normal. Someone tried to kill Parker. Someone knows who I am. And someone’s playing a long game I haven’t figured out yet.

“Interesting. You are the one who bumped into me, why do I have to apologize to you?” ‘She’s bold enough to be disguised as a man and compete in the literary competition. She must be some heiress from some big shot family to speak so unreasonably.’ Parker was furious as she said with an arrogant face, “You! You’re not apologizing? Fine! You better be careful next time and don’t touch me!” How despicable! She was the famous Famed Sword Manor’s heiress. Everyone should be polite to her. Parker wanted to teach this rude person a lesson were it not for wanting to expose her identity.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

There's no suspect for that. "When did Ms. Parker die? On the morning of March fourth, right? Don't you see the newspaper? It was issued on March 4th, 2020. She read the current news. She read the newspaper before streaming. Ms. Parker's drawers weren't locked; even her windows weren't. She was just like a regular person where she just closed the door when she's inside the house. C'mon Detective, let's use our brain, shall we?" "I use my brain," the detective retorted.