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"Sebastian, please stop! I'm pregnant with your child!" I froze up for a moment, and hesitation flickered through my eyes. In the next moment, however, my expression turned ice cold once more. "My child? Someone as vile as you doesn't deserve to bear my child!" With that, I swung her body to the side. Cassandra collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. She looked at me, her eyes now filled with terror and despair. "Sebastian, please. Please let me go." I will not let her go. Not in her wildest dreams.

Even though I was dead, remembering what he did to me made me shudder all over. He had hung me up and sliced my body bit by bit, watching as the blood flowed. He called me his "Beautiful Flower". As the pain vividly stabbed at me, I hugged myself. The marks on my fingers were still there. Every inch of my fingers and knees, too, had been broken. Yarick had said that using a real person as a doll made it more lifelike. He had dislocated every joint, manipulating my body like a puppet. A gust of wind brushed past, and I felt a wave of dizziness.

"Coco, find Dr. McClain in Southbay and see if he can treat your leg again." She suddenly stopped moving, and a strange light appeared in her eyes. "Lucius, you still care about me. Are you and Aunt Yvonne just putting on a show to trick me?" "Your leg's messed up, and now your brain's slipping too?" Yvonne, wearing a custom wedding dress, wrapped her arm around mine. "When Lucius shows care for you, he's worrying about his niece-in-law. Instead of wasting time here, you should hurry up and get your leg treated."

Killian POV I am bewitched. Mila Anderson cannot be human and real at the same time. Those sea-green siren eyes were meant to drown every soul they landed on. Her dark red hair cascaded to her waist, and the ripped jeans hugged her curves so perfectly it was almost criminal. She clutched the straps of her messenger bag as if her life depended on it, standing behind her family with her shoulders hunched. But when her eyelids fluttered and her gaze met mine—she had me, right then and there.

Each made of polished black crystal. The air around them seemed to ripple unnaturally. I frowned. “What is this place?” Sera quietly appeared beside me. “The Hall of Illusions.” “Why are you here?” I asked her “I came to say hi before the next trial” I looked around and sure enough Elle’s friends were also beside her and glaring at me. Sera looked unusually serious. “Listen carefully.” I nodded. “The illusion realm reflects your deepest memories, your greatest wishes and your worst regrets.”

Stefan suddenly screamed, seeing something only he could see, perhaps a mortally wounded Gideon. "Don't let them touch you!" Elara warned, fending off a citizen with her dagger, not to harm, but to push them away. Kaela and the Order of the Closed Eye took a different approach. They activated their crystal rods, emitting waves of grey energy that pushed the citizens back, but also disrupted the surrounding illusion, causing the images to flicker erratically. "You’re ruining my masterpiece!" the girl screamed at Kaela. "We have to work together!" Selene called out through Stefan. "The illusion is strong because we are divided! We need to unite our perception on a single truth, the center poin

I know she is doing the magic search she also did with Dorian, and then she nods with a small smile. Behind us Ilisa laughs, and Lillie tells her to stop playing with her food and get it overwith. Illisa pouts, but captures Kammie in an invisible cage, from which she tries to escape through a black portal. She smirks as it appears, but when she tries to step in, she screams in pain and is thrown back to the side of the cage. “Did I forget to mention I sealed the house from darkness teleportation? Only Illisa and I can teleport here now. Oops.”

The morning light poured through the tall kitchen windows like liquid gold, casting long shadows across the marble floors of the Sterling mansion. Lila stood at the massive island, her bare feet cool against the stone. She had thrown on an oversized soft t-shirt that skimmed her thighs and a pair of loose cotton shorts—comfortable armor against the chaos in her head. Her long wavy dark hair was twisted up in a messy bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face.

Cassian grabbed my hand. Don't listen. Why? They're trying to separate us. Suddenly, the darkness formed images around us. I saw Cassian with another woman. I saw myself alone. I saw our daughter crying. I saw our family dead. I saw Cassian abandoning me. I knew they were lies. But they still hurt. Cassian looked at me. Don't believe them. I looked at him. I believe you. The illusions disappeared. Then the darkness attacked. Cassian's body suddenly jerked.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.