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My father watched me without expression for a second then his eyes softened a bit. Lucien swiped the screen again. “And here’s the fun part,” he added. “The moment you signed those divorce papers? The funding stopped.” The graphs plummeted. Knight Industries began to bleed. I exhaled slowly. Good. My father finally spoke. “You hid,” he said. “You diminished yourself for a man who did not deserve your shadow.” “Yes,” I replied. “And now?” I lifted my chin. “Now I’m done hiding.” He studied me for a long moment.

“While I’m gone, give yourself something to chase. You once said you want to make a difference. Then fucking make it.” “Something to chase?” “Hm,” he muttered. “Just find something. Anything.” What was there to chase when the world was turned against her because of a heavy secret that would tear her down any second? With a betrothed who pretended to care, and parents smiling across with fake smiles on their faces? What could there be to chase when you’ve lost everything? Her mind reeled. She was losing her mind. Her lips crashed against his again. “Tarianne—” “One last time,” she whispered. “Please.”

What were that even hiding in that lifeless mansion which was about to fall apart? ‘I got lost when I went for a run and accidently found it’ I replied. There was nothing to hide, was there? Except for seeing Tyson on the balcony. He looked at me for a few seconds and came forward whispering in my ear ‘forget you were even there and that may keep you ALIVE’ he stressed on the last words, as though predetermining my fate.

News headlines were spreading rapidly like wildfire. "Matteo Ricci Exposed: Underworld Empire Falls." "Ethan Graves, Kingpin in Disguise, Loses His Power." The truth was now out for all to see. But knowing the truth didn’t lighten her heart. It didn’t stir any emotion within her. The sliding glass door behind her opened quietly, and she recognized Adrian’s footsteps—slow, heavy, and purposeful. Each step seemed to carry the burden of all that he had lost, all he had fought to preserve.

“Not all questions have the answers we want. All we can do is bide our time and hope that it will reveal the truth at some point.” With that hanging sentence, she disappeared into the mist. I stood alone among the ruins of a shattered life, sucked into a wave of deep grief. Despite my broken heart, I will not remain silent. I would find answers, seek vengeance, and restore what I had lost. Shadows swirled around me, creating a mysterious aura that was so seductive. In the pale crescent moonlight, Alpha Alex appeared like a shadow dancer on a hidden stage.

The train roared as it tore through the pitch-black underground tunnel, moving deeper into the unknown. “Dominic...” I whispered, my voice fragile in the dark. He didn’t look up. He couldn’t. The fierce, untouchable King of Shadow Ridge was gone, replaced by a broken man who had lost his identity, his crown, and his beast just to keep me alive. Suddenly, a strange, burning sensation flared right in the center of my chest.

But above the ridge, dawn finally broke through the clouds, streaking gold across the valley. Alexander tightened his grip on her hand. “We’ve got one last ghost to bury.” “And a world to rebuild,” she said. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of metal and rain as they began the climb down the ridge — survivors walking toward war, bound by secrets, fire, and the unrelenting pull of fate.

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

The very next day, I flew to South City, checked out of my apartment, and set off for another country. I left in a hurry, and once I was on set, I threw myself into work, with no distractions. I was either doing makeup or studying, sharpening my craft. I had no idea what had happened back home that year because of that. It was not until the flight back, when people on the crew were gossiping, that I learned the news that Kyle went racing down a mountain road on the eve of his wedding. His car slammed into the guardrail and was completely totaled.

Marcus's face drained of all color. He finally grasped what I intended. "Don Castillo." I met Julian's eyes. "You have no objections, do you?" Julian sighed, shaking his head. "You are right. Marcus is indeed unfit for this position." "Effective today, Marcus Castillo is no longer the heir to the Castillo family. I will announce publicly that all his titles and privileges are revoked." Marcus slumped to the floor, his body wracked with tremors. He finally understood he had lost everything. His status, his power, his future—all reduced to nothing by his own reckless actions today.