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While Romeo waited for Julius to return from his tour in the packland, his friends prepared comfort food and cold drinks in the room, including fermented blood and alcohol with wolfsbane. It did not disrespect the situation to forget what was happening for a few hours, and Julius deserved that his birthday wouldn't be remembered only because of the fear of losing his mother. Furthermore, although Julius didn't verbalize it, it was clear that not having his mother and father by his side that day was painful for him.

Every brush of fingers, every lingering gaze, reminded them that together, they were unbreakable. Later that night, as the city slept, Clara watched the unfolding news from her apartment, fingers tapping the desk in frustration. How did they regain control so quickly? she murmured. Her plan, once perfect, now faced cracks she hadn’t anticipated. Isabella’s poise, strategic thinking, and alliance with Adrian were stronger than expected. But Clara wasn’t defeated. Not yet. She began drafting the next phase—a combination of insider manipulation, media pressure, and a new, personal attack designed to exploit fear, vulnerability, and desire.

He looked up from the twins and found my father sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen island. “Yes, when Juliet was born she had a fraternal twin named Jemma, she died in vitro, and Juliet absorbed everything from her in order to survive, I couldn’t operate. It was too risky for both of them and Katherine.” He slumped down taking a drink of the rum and coke he had every evening.

Do you remember? ‘Yes.’ How could she forget? Juliet had allowed herself to be taken prisoner in the hopes of rescuing her. There were children down in the tunnels, and they were used cruelly by Levon and his brother. Elizabeth had been in a tiny cage, hidden in the room, unable to do anything but watch the horror unfolding before her eyes.

“Juliet Brennan. Deceased. Only child. Parents deceased. Born in Calgary, lived there, in BC, and finally Ontario. One daughter—the one you met last night. Juliet was a successful model for about five years. Then she disappeared. Opened her own agency two years later. Closed after three years in business. Worked at a tax center.” He spun the computer around. “Lots of pictures.” I scrolled through them, her face growing familiar. Most of the pictures, she had darker hair, but the last few it was lighter, shaking loose a memory. There were some pictures of the two of us, and I studied them. “Jules,” I muttered. “She liked to be called Jules.” “You remember her?”

Julie said, she looked really stern and was confident for the very first time. “Yes, I remember a young lady.” He replied to her. His look together with his dress was scary but Juliet wouldn’t even budge. She knew she had worked hard enough for this. If there was anything scary, it would be for him to still keep her sex tape with Dr Cross. “It’s now deleted.” The voice confirmed. Few minutes later, the black SUV bent a corner in the city and dropped Juliet to find her way home – her way into total freedom.

It was the reason why she was teary this morning. The lobby was quiet because most of the girls were crushing on Caddaric but it seemed that there wasn't hope at all. "How do you know all this?" One of the girls asked Juliet. "Have you forgotten whose daughter I am?” How could they forget that she was Santiago’s daughter? Santiago was a mafia kingpin in Mexico. Juliet was just stubborn, loved the club, and hated bodyguards. Her father ceased her allowances when she dropped out of school. It was the reason why she worked at the club. Yet still, everyone knew that should she change, her father would gladly take her back.

Maybe if he had seen what I went through and also saw the miracle of life, he would have had a different opinions but I was sure he probably just watch a movie and concluded that it was too gory a thing for his wife to go through. If that was the case, why then did they not adopt? Or does Liam not know that he will have to pass the company down to someone when the time came? A thousand and one question kept going through my head and I hated how badly I wanted to know about his life. Jules snapped her finger at me once again and my focus shifted to her. She was not just my assistant, she was the Chief of Operations as well. She had already walked in and was standing right in front of my desk.

Juliet wasn't as bad as I thought. Apparently they had a story of their own. Juliet told us that she was mistaken for Julia when she reached a small town after she ran away. At the same time, Julia had ran away from the family that had adopted her. She was bullied at school and abused by her adoptive family. Juliet taught them a lesson they wouldn't forget when they dragged her into the family thinking she was Julia and now they were in prison where they deserved to be. My heart ached for what my sister went through. She told us she has put it behind her and has moved on.

Jace mumbled I grabbed him by the neck immediately, choking him for like three min before releasing him Jace looked so white as if life was drained out of him after I released him “ Chill bro that was a joke” Jace grumbled coughing so hard “ So pathetic” I mumbled going up to my room. °°° Juliet received a text message from an unknown person asking her to meet him In a secluded place at a specific time. She has tried several to track down the person or the location but it has all be futile “ I hope it is not the head boss playing tricks with me, he better not” Juliet mumbled taking her phone to contact Roman