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Ras flared up as usual hating it when we get disrespected. “Hey brother calm your nerves, seems they don’t know why we’re the four Lycan quadruplets.” Lane always on his sinister mood whenever it comes to matters of the pack. “Did you ask why they threatened to stop paying their duties to the Royal house?” I inquired,

Georgina was never going to let me live anyway. When I was first placed on the operating table, I was terrified of dying. But now that it was actually happening, I wasn’t afraid anymore. After all, no one had ever truly cared for me and loved me, not my parents or the two relationships I had been in. I turned to look at the endless ocean. Would jumping be my escape? The kidnapper nudged my leg. “Hey, of all people, why’d you have to piss off the Summers’ eldest daughter?”

The management staff and security guards exchanged confused looks. Finally, one guard asked, “Aren’t you the wife of the guy who lives in Building Four? Do you know this thief?” Bailey stammered, unable to explain anything properly, only repeating that he wasn’t a thief. I let out a cold laugh. “He’s a thief all right—a thief who steals other people’s wife. He’s way worse than a burglar.” The crowd erupted into even more gossip, and the whole scene descended into chaos.

Besides we are all programmers even though from different programming languages. It's two days to the party and I focus on some pending projects while awaiting the deal day. I'll talk to Liam about Lia after the party and see how he can assist me with finding her. New York is a beautiful city with lots of life and buzz especially at night. Standing infront of a transparent wall facing a large part of the city, I stare at the thousand lights shinning in the darkness thinking Lia could be out there somewhere.

The room went dead silent when Liam walked in. Everybody knew Liam Hart. He was practically a legend in New York City—gorgeous, wealthy, the ultimate bachelor, and head of the hottest tech firm around. His face was all over finance magazines, and he was constantly in the gossip columns. Even Cher, who was in journalism, couldn’t miss that fact. Liam walked right up to Allie, his voice low and smooth. “Who are these people?” Allie, thrown off by his unexpected appearance, glanced at him and shrugged, “Nobody important.”

The first time I realized I was in too deep. And worst of all the first time he broke me. Six Years Ago – Lower East Side, 2:17 AM The alley reeked of beer, smoke, and something metallic like rust or blood. I spotted him leaning against a graffiti-tagged brick wall, backlit by the dim glow of a buzzing streetlamp. Cigarette between his fingers. Black jacket, all swagger. “Your tailing game needs work, Detective,” Raffaele Moretti said without looking back.

disappeared into the vast night sea. Jack stood on the deck, looking back at the burning, sinking city. New York, this "city of villains" that once symbolized the pinnacle of human civilization and finance, had been reduced to scorched earth in the flames of "Phase Four: Global Storm." He tightened his grip on the cold Catherine in his arms, then touched the ancient coin Victor had given him, engraved with a wolf's head and runes, on his chest. He knew that escaping New York was not the end.

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