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“The more money, the better! Since she owns the western suburbs now, I’ll get her to do the joint hospital project without hesitation. Nobody else gets a cut!” “You should’ve done that from the start!” Charlie was rendered speechless. “I actually think that Mr. Z isn’t shabby at all. Also, Mr. Harris told me many things. Seems like he’s 100% loyal to our Cordelia!” “Hah, hehe…” Rowan chuckled like an idiot. “That b*stard isn’t bad at all!” “Then—” Charlie wanted to suggest that they should acknowledge each other as father and daughter now and hold a wedding in Southeast Aciatic!

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

“Downstairs—go!” Before Sienna could move, a shape burst through the archway—tall, hooded, ski mask swallowing everything but a flash of eyes. He swung a crowbar, smashing a vase into a spray of white shards. Sienna’s heart skipped, then she bolted for the stairs, Roman on her heels. Another figure loomed, blocking Vivienne—she let out a scream, raw and wrong, nothing like her usual ice. “Vivienne!” Sienna yelled, twisting back, but Roman’s hand clamped her wrist, dragging her up the steps.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Build something that can fall apart and still survive.” I nodded. “That’s kind of the human brand.” A soft chime echoed from my phone on the table. I froze. Rico noticed immediately. “You expecting something?” “No,” I said, but my chest had already tightened. I walked over slowly and picked it up. Not Elias. Juno. Juno: You need to see this. A second later, a file appeared. Global Council Draft Charter. I opened it. Pages of text scrolled by clauses, ethics frameworks, AI governance structures, human oversight systems.

“To the crown. To Ancnix.” “And what happens when those are no longer the same thing?” Kailee asked. The question lodged deep. Zayden’s hands curled into fists. Fear burned sharp and undeniable — fear of betrayal, fear of being wrong, fear of choosing truth and losing everything he’d been raised to stand for. But beneath it was something worse. Fear that she was right. “I don’t know how to fight the crown,” he admitted. “I don’t even know what that looks like.” Kailee stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Then stop pretending this is nothing. Because every day you wait, the city gets darker. And Elora gets further away.”

Jayden's POV Loud banging music. Drinks filling in with meatballs to compliment. Laughter echoing through the room. Freya tucked to me, she and Agatha in a twerking contest. But my attention was still pinned to the door, tapping my fingers on the plush sofa I sat on. Charlie hadn't shown up yet. Minutes rolled to an hour. The brass door of the clubhouse finally turned open. Charlie stepped in. Not in baggy jeans. She wore a long silky peach gown, with deep openings right up to her thigh.

She lay down with her head on her paws and her eyes open, and she watched me read what I was about to read next, which was the second notebook, which was the year of my birth. I read the second notebook. I read the operational notes for the year of my birth. The hex was on page twenty-three. The hex had been cast in the third month after my birth, in the kitchen of the Ashvale household, by Seraphine herself, under the cover of attending the recognition ceremony for Diana as Cedric's recognized-by-marriage daughter, which had been a lie Cedric had not signed off on, which Diana had used to enter the Ashvale household for one afternoon.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

The bushes across the clearing rustle and Charlie comes running towards me, she leaps on me in one jump, wrapping her arms around my neck as she embraces me and I can’t help but inhale her beautiful scent, her blue grey eyes are brighter than I had ever seen and her dark hair was tied up neatly on top of her head, a splattering of freckles on her face with a sun kissed tan made her look healthy. Kiwi moves through the bushes “Well it is obvious which brother marked you” But I ignore her and kiss my mate, when I finally put her down, Charlie slips her hand into mine “Is it true?” she looks at me and I nod “Yes, you never killed him” “But Alexander said there was no pulse” she sounds uncertain