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“You’ll learn what your dead parents couldn't teach you.” The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Derek watched with satisfaction, his smirk returning as Arden’s cries echoed through the mansion. And in that moment, Arden knew. No matter how much he tried to endure, no matter how much he tried to stay invisible, this house would always be a prison. ~~~~~~~~

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.

His hands slide to my back, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to feel him, to forget the pain. The heat between us builds quickly, like a fire spreading through my veins. His hands wander over my body, his touch urgent and desperate, and I feel a shiver run through me. I want to pull away, to stop this before it goes too far, but I don’t. I can’t.

Damian read the annotation beneath: “Victor approached me today. He believes he can trade information about Reed. Dangerous. His hunger outpaces his intellect. Charlotte will turn on him first. I cannot trust him. I cannot trust his future heirs.” The words hit me like a blow. Adrian muttered, stunned, “Future heirs? She predicted Emma.” Damian nodded. “She predicted everything.” I swallowed. “Is there more?” He scrolled. Part 3 - Redacted File: “Project Finch.” The tablet beeped. ACCESS DENIED - LEVEL A3 REQUIRES: PRIMARY KEY + BLOOD ID Elias froze. “Mother’s highest clearance.” Damian looked at me. “We need your father’s key. Or yours.”

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

The financial analyst who just wanted to live a quiet, useless life was dead. The only person left alive was Nathaniel Wentworth, the heir to Wentworth Group and the future leader of a business empire.

Sabrina cursed. "Sorry, but you gave birth to me. If I'm the son of a bitch, doesn't that make you the bitch?" I retorted. Sabrina never expected anyone to dare talk back to her. She was so furious that she clenched her chest as well. At this moment, Lydia stepped in to mediate. "Julian, your parents have come all the way here to talk to you. How can you be so ungrateful? "Just apologize to them on your knees. You might still have a chance to return to the Falkner family and live as the heir instead of being a waiter in this poor village."

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he began to speak. "I hope you all have enjoyed this gathering," Hao Xiang begins, his eyes sweeping across the room. "Today is indeed a special day, as it marks the beginning of a new chapter for our family. My lovely grandchild Sarah, and my heiress is here." Cynthia clearly shows irritation with the word “heiress,” so she leans over to whisper to her daughter Arlene. Their hushed voices were barely audible, but Sarah could sense a mixture of excitement and curiosity in their demeanor.

She’s My Fire Book 2 of the Harmony Moon Series Prolog *** NINETEEN YEARS AGO *** Harper watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.