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“Make it happen. And soon.” “Consider it done,” Nathan replied before ending the call. She exhaled slowly, satisfaction blooming in her chest. The game wasn’t over. Not yet. That evening, Amira sat at her desk, the glow of her computer screen illuminating her tired eyes. Papers were scattered across her workspace, her pen scribbling notes at lightning speed. She was so absorbed that she didn’t hear the door open, nor the measured footsteps crossing the carpet. Suddenly, strong arms slipped around her waist from behind. She gasped, instinctively stiffening until his familiar scent of wood, smoke, and something uniquely Montez. It calmed her in an instant.

Instead, they were greeted by Marcelline Odette, radiance wrapped in a tailored white suit, her hair swept elegantly back, her gaze cool and commanding. “Gentlemen,” she began, her voice smooth but firm, “Odette Global Holdings will not be entering this partnership to follow trends. We will set them. If you want security, stay with Adair Enterprises. If you want growth—” her eyes swept across them, silencing the shuffle of papers, “—you come with me.” A hush followed. Then one of the senior partners, notorious for skepticism, leaned back with a slow nod. “Lady Odette… I believe you’ve just won the room.”

"The Goddess's decision has given you exactly what you wanted. A way to be rid of me without guilt." Maddox said nothing. He could not deny it. Odette rose from her chair, her cane steady in her hand. She walked to the small brazier where the sacred fire burned, the flames gold and pure. From her wrist, she unclasped the silver bracelet that had bound her to Maddox, the symbol of their union, their vows, their failed marriage. She held it over the flames. "This is not over," she said, her voice low. "You think you have won. You think that witch has won. But I know things, Maddox. Secrets. About her. About the child. About the games she has been playing."

Anwen asked innocently and Odette laughed again because she thought Anwen was hilarious. She shook her head. “No, I bought it. In my era, almost everyone has this thing,” she replied, looking at the photos they took earlier. It was a shame that there was no connection at that place, even though the photos were very good for making I***a stories. “Sister, who is he?” Anwen asked when a photo of Odette and a man with glasses appeared on the screen. “He’s Hans Agreste. I call him Senior.” Odette smiled, looking closely at the photo of the man with the glasses. She wondered how the man was doing and wondered how he would react if he found out that she was going to get married soon.

She says, opening the door widely for him. The Cameraman nods, walking in, finding another man lying on the sofa, drunk and passed out. The piles of dirty clothes, leftovers pizzas, empty bottles and cans, the stench of alcohol is insufferable. The Cameraman pinches the tip of his nose before he follows her another room. It was quite small but somehow bearable. Odette sits on the floor, grabbing her phone to put the memory card in. As she checks the file, her attention goes to the cameraman who is staring at her intensely.

ROBERT'S POV Odette's sultry voice on the other end caught me off guard. "Here's your chance, Mr. Stone," she purred. "Are you going to let this opportunity pass you by?" I felt a surge of irritation. Before I could respond, she ended the call. I stood there massaging my temples. I hoped I survived this. There was just no respite from another angle. Odette could not even wait for Richard's body to get cold. Damn!

He said as she nodded. The drive to the game was just a 10 minutes drive, when they got there. Ottiline parked her car and made her way inside. She came just as the game was about to start. Seeing her from far, Delanie smiled brightly and waved at her as Ottiline blew her a kiss, "You didn't blow me a kiss when you came." Blade pouted as Ottiline rolled her eyes. "You are already so old but you are still jealous of your child. Damien, Are you done with the interview? If the company is stressing you just come to the station. Your father and Dillan still have enough strength to take care of the things at the company.

Aiden and Donovan tore out of the room after him, leaving only a few Nova guards and Odette behind. I’ve been watching my mother in law very carefully. I’ve missed her so much: her love, her warmth, her understanding. Yet she is not looking at me with any of those things now. Odette continues to stroke my pup’s hair and whisper soothing nonsense in her ear, and though she does not seem angry with me, neither is she calm. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve earned a lecture from Odette, but it’s clear I have one coming now.

A true omega with that compatibility score would fetch an astronomical price at auction, or be claimed directly by the Council for their own purposes. I smooth my hair, straighten my blouse, and walk back through the kitchen toward the front of the house. I find James still standing in the doorway, his body blocking the entrance with subtle determination. Beyond him, I see Elder Stone, her silver hair pulled into a severe bun, her burgundy suit impeccable, her amber eyes cold and calculating. "Ah, this must be the mother," Elder Stone says, her voice honey-sweet with an undercurrent of steel. "Beta Blackwood's mate. How lovely to meet you, my dear."

Pleased by their answer she beckoned them to continue their tea time whilst she excused herself to take care of something important. ️️️ Odette was raving mad like a crazed bull. With her gown in her hands she stomped her way into the third Prince’s private chambers. When she got in she took the nearest vase and slammed in against the wall. The smashing of the glass was accompanied by an angry animal screech.