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There were faces on each beside a weird symbol that corresponds to its value. “The bills with the face of a king are called Zíhát while those with the face of a queen are called Wievta. Another is the Thiánden. One Zíhát is equal to ten Wievta and one Wievta is equal to five Thiánden.” She remembered Margarette instructing her. All of the citizens under the rule of the elves use it. There are also different names for money for every particular independent creature in Lenriad. Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς.

Helena asked with a surprised look; there was a hint of excitement in her voice, but she tried to conceal it. “I just found out. Your brother attempted to hide it away from me, knowing very well I would pester him about inviting him over. But nothing can truly be hidden from me.” Selena said, watching every change in the countenance of her daughter's face. “Did Brother say when?” Helena asked, turning away, she walked towards her bed, and then took her seat at the edge, dipping her head down to hide the small smile that had touched her lips. “Ragaleon bluntly refused to tell me. But I dug up some information myself. If my sources are right, he should be in Decreash within a span of seven day

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

The lesson from Michael’s recordings. Take away the price. Take away the secrecy. Helena considered. “I want to write it.” “Good.” “Without Vale public relations.” “Yes.” “Without the federal government.” “Yes.” “You can edit.” Seraphina paused. “Why me?” “You know how to speak without sounding helpless.” The answer hurt in an unexpected way. “Send the draft.” --- Helena’s statement arrived twelve minutes later. It was three paragraphs. Efficient. Cold. Entirely true. My name is Helena. I am sixteen years old. My legal identity was fabricated by an organization currently under international investigation. Genetic material belonging to Seraphina Laurent and Lucian Vale was used without their

Aria muttered. They breached the side entrance. Metal groaned, dust hung thick. Inside, shelves of abandoned tech, outdated servers, boxes, shredded files. But the center of the room held a clean, operational hub. A single screen flickered. And then, Helena appeared. Live. “Hello, darling Aria,” she purred through the speakers. Aria stepped forward, fury simmering. “No more games.” Helena smiled. “But this is just beginning. You exposed me. Bold move. But you forgot, you have more to lose than me.”

“So, what happens next? If he is back in the tower, do I get my old life back for good?” Helena reached into the pocket of her jumpsuit. She pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. She pressed it against the glass so I could see it. On the paper, there was a string of long numbers and a word in a language I did not know. “That is the password,” Helena whispered. “It is for a hidden offshore account. There are millions of dollars in that account. It is money the board does not know about. It is money that belongs to me. I am giving it to you, Selene. I am giving you the power to be a queen again.”

I put down the window and called him. “Brother Mike” “Oh, Helena,” He said with his eyes wide open when he unexpectedly saw me. I bent down to flash my cleavage on him so that I would lure him and said, “I just want to ask you something”, I said with a flirty smile. “Please get inside the car. This will not take long,” I added, still flashing my cleavage to him. She looks at my face and looks at my cleavage and looks at my face again.

Do you think you're still in your village where you trade chickens for clothes? Helena held the clothes with her left hand. With her right, she calmly opened her purse and took out a heavy, matte black card with no numbers printed on the front. She held it out to the saleswoman with a look that defied any objection. ”Use this." Initially, Helena wanted to pay with her own money. Her pride spoke loudly. But the idea of letting that perfect outfit—intended for her little Mateo—fall into the hands of those horrible women was unacceptable.

Caelan lifted his head sharply, glaring as Helena strode into his office, her steps confident and unyielding, as though she owned the space and everything within it. “Helena,” Caelan growled, his voice low and dangerously calm. “I don’t recall giving you permission to barge into my office.” She flashed him a smug smile, eyes gleaming with defiance. “I didn’t think I needed permission. After all, you owe me, Caelan.” His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. “I owe you nothing.” “I won the tournament fair and square,” Helena said, stepping closer, her voice dripping with entitlement. “The entire Hollow saw it. You know the rules—everyone knows the rules.”

“No, just admiration. She’s got your eyes and Mia’s sass. We’re all doomed.” They clinked glasses. David turned to Helena. “You know, you already have a fanbase. Should I start planning your IPO?” --- Final Scene – Six Months Later (Helena’s eighteen Birthday) A gala. Golden lights draped the garden of a New York estate. The world’s most powerful names gathered not for an auction or a launch but to celebrate a child. Helena turned eighteen And as she sat on her father’s lap, crown crooked on her curls, she smashed cake into her face with zero concern for decorum.