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It hurt so bad. Xander looked at her, his eyes blurry with anger and alcohol. “Did you think that by being obedient and acting like a saint, I will fall in love with you?” he sneered, walking towards her. He crouched down so he was face to face with her on the floor. “Let me tell you something, Hazel. You are just a placeholder. I have someone else I love. Someone who is worthy. Someone beautiful and rich.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed her the wallpaper. It was a photo of a stunning woman with perfect makeup and expensive clothes.

As Hugh approached the entrance of the cafe, he spotted X. He wasn't surprised that X had arrived at the cafe even before him. X was a witch and he could apparate without the humans knowing. "What do you have for me?" Hugh asked immediately after he got to where X was. "Good news and bad news." X said with a slight smile on his face.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

He looks at me waiting. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm also sure you don't have a name like Tom in your head, do you?" He laughs shaking his head. "No, I was thinking Phinehas." I say the name in my mind and nod. "I like it, so Mammon and Phinehas. Although I doubt I will remember which is which." I peer down and smile, Phinehas grasping my finger. I look to see Lucifer holding Mammon, and Emilia trying to get his attention but it's like he is blind as well as deaf to her which has me laughing.

He opened his mouth a few times but couldn't come up with even one thing he might done to be deserving of her. "Exactly, you have done nothing except hurting my daughter, and now she also doesn't want to be with you then why can't you just let go?" Alex was pissed at his father for being this civilized with this captor but Harry understood what Xander was doing, Cyril Sokolov was sitting in front of them not some ordinary man who they could scare off easily instead this man has the ways to scare them. "I love her." This froze all of them, Xander stared at him as Cyril gulped looking at the carpeted floor with deep eyes.

The main character of the story has made her entry. Many secrets are going to reveal soon and also don't forget Harry is not your typical Male lead who can't use his brain. He's extremely smart and cunning. I don't know but Harry is my favourite Male lead till now after him you can say I prefer Xander. But Harry's character is just everything. He doesn't feel anything but when he does he feels it with his everything. If he loves he loves madly but if he hates then he hates venomously too. So beware.

She had insisted on helping me do it but I had bluntly refused. She was almost at the verge of tears as she watched me throughout the entire process, lending a hand at any chance she got. It wouldn't be special if I let her do everything. “Xander?” I called from outside the closed door to his bedroom, holding the offering. I opened the door when I didn't get any response and I saw him seated at the edge of his bed, reading a novel. “Harry Potter!” I exclaimed, hastening my steps towards him. “That's my absolute favorite. I didn't know you read.”

Wren chose the smallest one, the one least likely to make him mad for wasting the good food on a wolf. And god… The scone crumbled in his mouth in a perfect mix of butter, honey, and lemon. Just sweet enough, tart enough. It was gone too soon, even though he’d tried to make it last. “Do you like the tea? The scone? Do you want a cookie too?”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"Have you found anything?" Harry asked. "No, sir," his assistant replied, whispering through the phone. "The staff here are very secretive, and Mr Xander himself is rarely seen. Some people say..." "Say what?" Harry asked impatiently. "They say that Mr Xander isn't even a real person," the man said. "They think he's just an imaginary figurehead made up by someone much darker and more powerful." "I didn't ask you to fetch me stupid rumors," Harry snapped, glaring at the phone. "I sent you there to do a job and do it well. You don't want to know what will happen to you if you fail me."