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she said. Lucas felt the scar under his ribs pulse as if it understood her voice. “Then who did?” he asked. Mrs. Vale looked at Adrian. Lucas did too. Adrian’s face tightened. “I approved money for an operation against Daniel. I did not order a child taken.” “But your money opened the door,” Mrs. Vale said softly. “That is how blood money works. It travels farther than the man who spends it.” Lucas staggered back. The broken desk hit his legs, but he did not feel it. He saw the younger Adrian in smoke again. Silent. Watching. Maybe not knowing everything, but knowing enough. Always enough to be guilty.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

According to what I gathered Sofia worked hard to foot the bills and she was even the one who got her brother into school, who knows if his constant abuse is the reason why she is sick. I stopped in front of the building with bright neon lights, 'House of Cards' was written on the top. This is one of the biggest casinos after mine in this city and the sneakest one too, it's rumored that you can never win here and all they do is con people. It gets to a point they will hold you hostage for owning too much and I know that's the case of Sofia's father, the stupid shit didn't even try to leave he is staying and playing more increasing his debts.

"I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called business genius, you're surprisingly slow." I bit my lip as the sound of waves crashing behind us echoed in my ears. My body shook uncontrollably—a reflex I could not suppress. Ethan looked at me, and I tried to find something, anything, in his gaze. I was too focused, catching a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Still can't decide? Is it that hard? Need a push?" Amber asked. "Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me."

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

"You messaged." Oh. It's her. The one known for black-market blood deals. She'd been doing it under the radar for years—selling blood, mostly omega, sometimes alpha, to labs or rogue buyers. She paid well. Real well. "It's me," I said quickly. "How much money do you need?" "Only about four thousand," I replied, voice tight. She raised a brow. "That much? That'll cost you more than three bags—at least." "I know. Just do it," I snapped.

Will hauled me off to the hospital; my head was in a fog. It was not until I saw the needle for drawing blood that I snapped back to reality. "I can't do it. I have cancer. I'm not allowed to donate blood..." I tried to bolt, but Will yanked me back without mercy. "Cancer? You're bouncing around like nothing's wrong. How can you have cancer? "Cut the chatter and donate already. If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook."

I was still stuck in the same cycle: washing dishes at the diner, counting every penny for Mama’s pills, pretending my sister, Carmen didn’t exist. The meds were almost gone. Mama’s cough was getting worse. She barely got out of bed now. Her hands shook when she held a spoon. Sometimes I found her staring at the ceiling like she was counting how many breaths she had left. I needed money. I needed it fast. Bad. So when Carmen showed up at the diner one evening, all sweet and sugary with a fake smile on her lips, I should’ve known something was off. “Need a ride home?” she asked, popping her gum. “Feet must be killing you.”

If someone tried to stick their hand down my pants, they’d get a punch to the jaw. She shuffled the cards then dispersed them onto the table. “I don’t want your money. It’s tainted.” “Tainted how?” “Because of the way you earned it. It’s blood money.” My eyes narrowed because she wasn’t wrong. She moved the cards around until she was only left with three. She examined each one. “Fire. Demon. Death.” I glanced at the cards then looked at her once more. “You picked those cards.”

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”