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Perhaps he'd genuinely loved her. Blood gushed from Mable's lips as she opened her mouth to speak, but she stubbornly continued, "You're such a fool, Lester… I've never loved you in two lifetimes… You're nothing but a pawn in my revenge plan against Erica…" … From that day onward, I never saw either of them again. Two years later, I received a handwritten letter from Lester. "I'm sorry, Erica. If there's another life, I'll love you the way I should have."

"The accounts, the server permissions, the encrypted backups... they aren't being hacked by an external force. They’re being rewritten from the inside out." Sophia walked toward the main monitor, her footsteps heavy in the unnatural silence. The screen didn't display the usual lines of cascading code or a crude 'Access Denied' banner. Instead, the pixels swirled and coalesced into a high-definition image of Lucas Montgomery’s face—not his physical self, but a terrifying composite of shimmering blue data points, a ghost made of light and malice.

Frank said cheerfully. “How?” She asked. “At the front door of the club, there was someone arguing with the pimp and because the pimp was distracted, you were able to sneak inside right. That ‘someone’ was Apex, he did well.” Frank said “Have ever wondered how you were able to walk from the regular club into the VIP sect? Geek was able to hack into the security cameras in floors of the club and replace the visuals into something fake so that no one would know that you were there” Frank said.

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.

Then, behind us, Elias and his pack members were at the next table. I am surprised he hasn’t made any move since he arrived, nor has Isolde tried to cause a scene. They must really be under. The host climbs onto the stage and introduces himself and the theme of the auction. He presents the first painting, which is a life landscape painting. “This painting is a relic from Azure Pack. It’s called the Vanity Realm. It’s not just an ordinary painting, but one anyone can escape into. The starting price is one million,” the host announces.

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

My cheeks burned from the pain of the slap he dealt me. "Really? If you regret marrying me, let's just get a divorce!" I wiped away my tears as I finally said the words I had been holding back all this time. I had planned to wait until Frank's orders became official before leaving Victor, but I could not wait any longer. The hate and grievance I had endured in my past life came flooding back, and I felt as if I was wrapped in a cocoon of those negative feelings. I could not breathe nor escape from being trapped inside.

Then he turned to leave, saying in a voice that made her bones tremble with horror "Do not forget who the tyrant Xavier is. The person who did all this to his mate, only because he rejected her, what do you think he will do with those who hurt him?" Well, she was plotting to make him go crazy, weaken him so that Marco could defeat him But damn this monster, he never changes, through his words now, she's sure that Astraea will back to him , and it will only increase his hatred for her and all his enemies On the other hand, at Cesar's He was lying on his bed very tired, and his temperature had risen to a point that he had never reached before His throat felt so dry, that he could not see anyth

Sophia has overheard highly valued information about their plans. Murmurs went through the crowd as wolves nodded to each other with concerns. "What shall we do?" one wolf asked, fidgeting about. "We're gonna defend our turf," Robert said matter-of-factly. "Still, we gotta be prepared for war. We gotta put everybody on high alert." "Dad," Sophia chided as she stepped forth, her voice shaking. "What if Daniel is under some sort of control? What if he isn't the enemy? For one instant, hardness softened from Robert's stare, but he shook his head. "I pray for his sake that he is still loyal to our pack. But we cannot take any chances. If he is involved with Kael, we must deal with him as a threa

"That would be hard to explain to the press. Billionaire assaults ex-wife. Not great for stock prices." One of the men stepped forward. He was huge—easily six-foot-four, with hands that had broken bones before. "We don't need to hurt you, Miss Vance. Just take the device." I smiled. "You can't take what you can't find." I had already pressed send. Julian's phone buzzed. Then the second man's phone. Then the third. Julian pulled it out. His face drained of color. On his screen was a notification: "FILE RECEIVED: EVIDENCE_PACKAGE_THORNE.zip from unknown server."