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Donald added, smirking, “and that I was about to marry your sister Anna. It’s you he hates, not us.” “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, you’re lying.” “I’m not,” he said flatly. “He sent word personally.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Why?” I stammered. “Why would you ever accept anything from that bloodthirsty monster? He’s our worst enemy! He slaughtered my family!” Donald shrugged. “Because I’m not emotional and I have no problem with him.” I stared at him in horror. “Plus, He offered us free access to the northern resources,” Donald went on. “Trade routes. Weapons. Territory and Money.”

The Donald family had been using him for over a decade. "Yes he is," Aliyah said as she ajar the door. I couldn't help but to wonder what her insecurities were for. She didn't have the need to lock the door, no one dared to enter my room as they pleased. The door rushed to me and seeing that my eyes were opened, he hugged me tightly. "Welcome back Mr Donald," he seemed very happy to see me. I must have disturbed him while I was in a coma for him to be so happy.

Madam Blossom spoke calmly. "Not only that." Dorian shook his head gently. "Someone said that he is invincible in this world," Dorian said solemnly. "Invincible in this world?" Madam Blossom was shocked. 'Who would dare to say that they are invincible in this world? Dorian wouldn't dare, and even the master of Heaven's Gate wouldn't dare to as well. No one would dare to make a claim about themselves this way since ancient times.' "Keep watch! This is only the beginning," Dorian spoke calmly.

“And if you lose?” I exhaled. “Then I’m yours to kill.” Silence. A long silence. Then—a laugh. A deep, rumbling laugh. Not from amusement. From ego. The Don turned to his men. “Bring him in.” A door opened. A man stepped forward. Broad shoulders. Thick, muscled arms. A face scarred from years of violence. I was still weak from my injuries. Still recovering. And The Don knew it. He smirked. “Let’s have fun!”

Donald tried to grab me— I twisted free— Spun— And kicked him hard in the side. THUD! He slid back across the dirt. A long mark forming under his boots. Silence fell over the field. Donald straightened slowly. His eyes now fully sharp. “No holding back now,” he said. I breathed hard. My voice came low. “Good.” Then— We collided again. The fight turned wild. Fast. Relentless. Donald was strong. Very strong. But this time— I wasn’t breaking. I wasn’t freezing. I wasn’t scared. I was fighting.

I didn't see what Marco did after I left—but trust me, I heard. Couldn't find me, so he went back to Carmoria and unloaded on the Leones. Set them up. Ran their company straight into bankruptcy. He had Bella snatched. Strapped into that metal chair every day. Later, word got around he stood there, face dark, and told her, "You laid a hand on Lara? You'll pray for the grave." Then he called a press conference. In front of the cameras, he dropped to his knees. "Lara, I've scrapped every house rule. I was wrong. Come back. My Donna's you. Only you."

Although his voice was weak, Leon managed to speak at last. "Dad!" Donavan burst into tears. and dropped to the ground next to the stretcher. "T-Take me home…" Leon grabbed Donavan's hand while clenching his jaws. "Alright, Dad. We're going home!" Everyone in the conference room was dumbfounded. Surprisingly, Leon, who had nearly crossed to the other side, managed to come back alive. Never mind two hours—even if it had been five minutes, the Revitalizing Pill was still enough to drive the entire world mad.

With his endorsement, all of Riverton would naturally believe that the Rejuvenation Pill was superior! "Yes, I saw him with my own eyes," the goon confirmed. Donald snorted coldly. "So the girl actually has some brains. But that doesn't matter—let's start our press conference too. Oh, and remember to give every journalist a Beauty Pill." "Yes, Mr. Salazar," the goon replied and promptly left. Donald was still convinced that he would crush Vicky, since he had poured his money and resources into this. However, when he stepped outside, he realized that half of the journalists were gone.

She smiles sadly. At that moment, Matthew came back down, his presence successfully put Camila back into mute mode. She avoided staring his way as he came standing before us. “Donna, I'm heading out, Don needs my attention.” He informed to wish I gave a simple nod. His stare lingered on Camila, who was too busy avoiding him to notice it, before he turned and left quietly. I heave a sigh, I sincerely wish both of them would work things out between them, instead of this pain they are going through.

“But I should have known I had no right. I’m sorry, master.” I make grim assessment of his injuries and realize with a sigh that not only did my shove against his chest shatter his ribs, his impact with the wall has seriously damaged his spine. I can’t feel proper empathy the way I used to when I was an actual human being. Still, I resolved long ago I would not be the monster my sire made of me. I search Donald’s eyes. “You work the night-shift anyhow, correct?” He blinks. “Yes.” “Do you want to be immortal then?”