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I hated that Nadia was stuck with her. And worst of all—I knew the money wouldn’t change anything. But I’d send it anyway. My phone buzzed in my hand, but I ignored it. Maybe more strangers were still congratulating me on my fake relationship. But it buzzed again, and again. I brought it to my face, ready to turn it off completely. Then I saw her message, Priya. Priya: There’s a gala tonight, so change of plans. Priya: You’re going. The wardrobe will be there in two hours. Hair and make up in three.

he asked, his hazel eyes searching mine, his voice low over the crowd’s hum. “I’m fine,” I lied, my hand grazing my belly, the baby’s soft kick grounding me. The ballroom buzzed—tech moguls in tailored suits, influencers snapping selfies, chandeliers casting prisms on marble floors. Nexus banners glowed, touting Privacy Perfected. “Just… something feels off,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “That note, the SUV—I can’t shake it.” Justin’s jaw tightened, his hand warm on my waist. “I’ve got security all over this place—cameras, patrols, the works,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “No one’s getting near you or our baby.” His kiss brushed my forehead, echoing our Barbados night (August

Cedric scoffed. "Don't you think it's ridiculous to celebrate the wedding anniversary now that we're divorced?" Maia pleaded softly, "We never got to celebrate our honeymoon or anniversary together. Just this once, Cedric. Can't we make it special?" "Maia, what tricks are you up to now?" "I'm not up to anything. I'll leave Prismara tomorrow and will never show up here again. I promise!" Maia quickly held up a hand to swear.

‎ ‎ ‎"The internet is demanding a sequel to that viral shoot, and the sponsors just cleared the budget. ‎ ‎ ‎Im sure you remember the due process, so if you may, ‎ ‎ ‎. Your exclusive couple's campaign with Mademoiselle Victoria starts in five minutes." ‎ ‎ ‎"we would give you some privacy." ‎

She could never be my Luna. “She’s nothing to me,” I replied, my voice steely. “And she will never be anything more than a servant in this pack. If you value your position as Beta, I suggest you keep such thoughts to yourself.” Silas nodded, though there was a glimmer of something in his gaze, a hint of doubt. But he wisely dropped the subject, returning to matters of the pack. We rounded the corner toward my quarters when a thought struck me, and I turned to him. “Send out the invitations to Priya’s engagement and wedding ceremony. I want it to be the grandest affair in the entire history of Silver Moon Pack. We’re securing our future, our alliances.”

Charlie could only respond: [Thank you. You’re so considerate.] After that, Charlie changed the subject and asked: [Your coronation ceremony is already over?] Helena replied: [Not yet but there will be a banquet soon. However, the banquet is not open to the public so there will be no live media.] With that said, Helena sent another text message: [By the way, Mr. Wade, Grandma has already promoted the Rejuvenating Pill to the guests. They all acted very fanatically, and they seemed very eager for the Rejuvenating Pill.]

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

But what did that mean now? Last night had changed something. He wanted her. Not just in body, but in the kind of way that made him want to pull her into every room he walked into and keep her there. But was it too soon? Was it unfair to want more from someone who hadn’t even finished mourning? He’d give her the time. He owed her that much. He looked at the agenda. Two more points left. Supply chain risk. Annual gala preparations. “Move the gala out of Q4,” he said. “Let PR coordinate with Health & Safety. Shift the narrative. Focus on community impact, scholarships. Use Nevada as the example.”

She may have lost everything in her marriage and with her son, but in her career, she had two people who were truly willing to stand with her. Life hadn’t been entirely unfair. “No need to worry,” she said gently. “The reason there haven’t been any new online orders is because I paused incoming requests on purpose.” Jodi and Olivia looked surprised. “Why?” Nora pulled out a sleek black invitation with gold accents—the official invite to Horizon Corp’s VIP gala. It was part of the private compensation package she had negotiated with them. “I’m meeting a major offline client tomorrow night. From now on, I want to shift focus toward high-end offline work.”

“You’re right, it’s such a rare opportunity. However, you should keep this opportunity for yourself. What if, one day, Mr. Bryan finds out that you’re not his biological daughter and chases you out from the Jordan family? You’d still have a place to go then.” “You…” Reina’s expression changed. She was afraid that North would find out something. “There is a secret regarding Estella at the gala tonight. North, you better not tick me off!” After that, Reina hung up. North lowered her gaze and was deep in thought. A secret about her mother? She had no choice but to go then. The next day was the new year. In Royal Sights Residences, Steward had arranged a New Year’s Eve dinner. Gerald had not rea