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“You will not let this happen. Sebastian cannot discard my daughter. The Vaughn's cannot walk over us.” “They won’t erase us,” Gideon said calmly. “I built this family. I built this empire. And I don’t lose.” Celeste stepped closer. “Then do something. Now.” He said nothing. The war had already begun. Later that night, Gideon sat alone in his study. He didn’t rage. He planned. He pulled out his phone, scrolled to a name he’d never erased, and typed: Meet me tomorrow. 5 PM. Same place. You know why.

“…Just stay. For them. For me.” I stayed beside the bed for a long time, watching her breath softly and hearing her heartbeat. I listened to the small sounds of the children who slept next to her. Each second I stayed there made my vow deeper. I finally straightened myself, my decision and determination was as strong as stone. I would not rest until I uncovered the hand behind the maid. No matter whoever it is, an Ally or a Noble or even someone close to him, they will pay for harming his people. With one last look at the three of them, Gideon turned toward the door.

Medication discontinued. The phone fell out of my hand. I couldn't hold it. I crawled forward on my knees until I was at Julian's feet. "I did what you told me to. Why are you stopping her meds?" Something flickered across Julian's face, something almost like reluctance. Sheila caught it instantly. She clutched her head, faking a wince. The reluctance hardened over. "Ada. Sheila is innocent. You've hurt her again and again, and I can't keep looking the other way."

not that one could ever be prepared for something like that. he continued to pull me until i was beneath him, my struggle nothing but a futile attempt at escape. he then began to run his hand up my leg and suddenly as hes about to tug at my clothing a howl rips through the air. Distracted, Gideon looks up toward the direction the howl came from. i used this opportunity to knee him in his private area and scurry backwards away from him. he grabs onto me again and one of the guys that had came with them ran up to us panting heavily "Gideon kill her and lets go we're being attacked" he says almost out of breath

Lucas held out the ring to me, but I could not care less, actually feeling more bugged than anything. "Keep it if it means so much to you." Later that night, Yvonne's picture popped up on my phone. There was Lucas, numbing his woes with booze at a bar, slumped over in her embrace. Her message read, [Thanks for giving him back to me.] I left her hanging, snapped a screenshot, and blasted it on my feed. [Perfect pair. Best wishes.] Come morning, Lucas was at my door, desperate to clear the air, insisting they had not done a thing.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

"Gideon killed it before I ever reached for the matches. He purged the board like he was cleaning out a closet. He removed the people who built him. He removed Helena. He turned his back on his own blood just to please a girl from Linden Row. He destroyed our power to satisfy her ego. If I cannot have the Moore name and the estate, then nobody will. I would rather see the whole wing in ashes than see that mouse living in it like she belongs there." The detective shakes his head slowly. "You are facing decades in a cell, Ms. Moore. You threw your entire life away for a pile of stones and some old books." "I threw it away for a point," I correct him. I lean back as far as the metal chair allow

Natalina's POV I went to the hospital the next day. Ignoring the doctor, Giannino Porcu's polite pleasantries, I went straight to the point and announced, "I want an abortion. Please schedule the surgery for me." Giannino froze. "But the baby is very healthy this time. You've spent so long trying to have a baby. Wasn't your goal just to have a child of your own?" Hearing Giannino's words, I couldn't help placing a hand over my stomach.

I thought I liked this side of her, the courageous, adventurous side I hadn’t seen before. At least now we had a direction in which to go. We needed to find more information about the Faiths. It may well explain all the strange things that were happening to me. After spending a few hours studying defensive magic, Gideon returned to the library. Diana and I had been engrossed in finding the right glyph and practicing the movements required to activate it. As we looked up from our books at the sound of Gideon coming through the library gates, I noticed a hint of annoyance on his face. However, my attention was quickly diverted by the strong, putrid smell emanating from him. I had to scrunch my

he smiled sweetly, wincing in pain as he shuffled awkwardly. "Piper's baby?" Quinn spoke and I snapped my attention back to him. Gideon was swinging his legs childishly, now drinking the warmed liquid. The plate sat empty next to him and judging from the pungent smell coming from the jar, the mustard was too. "Uh, yeah," Caden awkwardly scratched his chin. "That one." "Good idea!" Jennifer popped up from her chair, clearly ready to get some alone time. "Gideon," I spoke as I stood and padded over to him. Quinn sent a glare in my direction when the brown haired man put his bowl down to look at me. "Let's go shower." I mumbled, watching as blood coated various parts of his body again.