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"I was wondering who I would bring as the traitor to my famous masquerade ball but then three days ago, I caught my darling wife cheating on me with her ex" "Noooo... I beg of you Drew, please let me go" Eliza cried her heart out "Kill her! Kill her!" everyone In the room chanted... I was surprised when Melinda gripped my arm in fear Don Drew stared at Eliza without any emotions. He didn't seem to fall for her tears... He stabbed her twice in her stomach and then slit her throat... the scene was horrifying to watch.

Ayla let out a small chuckle, taking in her appearance. "I swear that he owns everything but a hair dryer." El groaned out in frustration as she turned in her seat. She was now facing Ayla, her eyes twinkling with so many unasked questions, but she held back her curiosity. "I am Eleanor by the way." She pushed a hand forward, introducing herself formally. "You can call me El since you are family." "Ayla…" She mumbled in return, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. "Wanna talk about what happened?" El offered her before picking her phone up from the table. She pulled out a contact and hurriedly typed in a text before hitting send. She didn't wait for a reply and placed the phone upside

They were just two hearts beating in a world that was finally, truly, and beautifully wild. "What now?" Elias asked, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of pine and the infinite future. Rhea smiled, her "Tameless Heart" finally finding its rhythm. "Now," she said, looking at the horizon. "We just live." The story of the Silver Bane had reached its ultimate end, and the story of the World had finally begun.

She had Ivy’s face, but her eyes were the eyes of the original Eleonora Moretti. “Hello, my darling child,” the Silver Mother said, her voice a chorus of a million souls. “Thank you for bringing me the Architect. I’ve been so hungry for a new heart.” If the Silver Mother has Ivy’s face, who was the original model for the Prize? And as the countdown on Ivy’s arm hits zero, who is the "New Heart" that must be sacrificed—Dante, or the daughter they’ve been chasing through eighteen layers of lies? (Watch out for Chapter 86)

she said with a playful grin, “these three can be a little intimidating.” Kael raised an eyebrow. Cairo chuckled quietly. Even Kyrian looked mildly amused. Silver found herself smiling despite the strange morning she’d had. “Yeah,” she admitted softly. “They can.” Elara straightened happily. “Well then,” she said, clapping her hands once. “Looks like you could use a friend around here.” Silver blinked again. “A friend?” Elara nodded. “Absolutely.” Her smile softened. “And trust me… I know exactly how overwhelming Silent Hill can feel at first.”

And Silver seemed to read her thoughts that she let out a loud growl – as if contradicting her negative thoughts. “Don’t tell that, Leila… You are strong… You just have to find it in your heart and connect it with your body, mind and soul… You have to embrace yourself entirely…” Silver said seriously. She swallowed hard – as she felt the tears escaping from her eyes. There was a fire that succumbed her heart – giving her the comfort. It was soothingly warm – that it lulled her so much.

Maybe one day she’d marry a rich billionaire and then she wouldn’t have to lift a finger to work, she smiled at her train of thoughts, shaking her head slightly to clear them off, knowing that it was an impossibility. “Let’s go.” She said instead to Elina. Pushing her body off the bed and heading towards the door. Walking into her home, Silver felt the familiar chill that she had been feeling for most part of the day, run down her spine. A soft gasp leaving her lips as she tried to figure out if something was wrong. Scanning her room quickly she couldn’t find a single thing amiss. The bed was exactly had she had left it. Even the sweatshirt that she had contemplated on wearing was in the pos

I took a deep breath, slowly calming my heart down, as my mind was still frozen in total chaos. This is bad…. This is seriously bad…. How in hell am I supposed to check these secrets of mine in a house filled with stalkers and detectives. There is no way Silver is letting this go anything soon and with her on eagle eye mode, it won't be too long she discovers something is going on. And Stefan will certainly make time for his pleasures no matter what, as my words certainly can't get through those beastly eyes of his. Yep. I'm definitely going to be fucked up this night, that's for sure and that's all thanks to my all so lovely fake girlfriend Elly… Elly..—

She turned to me with a serious face. “What happened? One minute you’re here, the next minute you disappear. No message, no call. Nothing.” I took a deep breath. “I went to Silvercrest. There was no network there. They live like it’s the 1500s. No phones, no internet. Just wolves and weird rituals. They wanted us to bond.” Elsie looked at me like I just told her I went to Mars. “I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you.”

His eyes were the most striking part a piercing, unnatural silver that seemed to see right through my skin and into my soul. He didn't wear gloves, yet his hands were tucked into his pockets, as if he were restraining himself. "Elara Vance," he said. His voice was the same one from my vision the dark silk that promised both a bed and a grave. "Mr. Vane," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. "I believe you’re here for a debt." Dante stepped into the light of the chandelier, and for a brief second, the shadows at his feet seemed to ripple like water, reaching toward me.