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she began softly, "I walked into the throne room, searching for Scarlet. I thought if I found her, I’d find answers. But all I found was her body—lifeless and crumpled on the floor." Her grip on the vial tightened, knuckles turning white. "In her hand," she continued, "was this." Violet lifted the vial slightly. "It held the cure—the antidote to the poison your people had put in our water. Even in death, Scarlet clung to it knowing that our lives depended on it." Violet’s voice then lowered, thick with bitterness. "I did what I could for my people. The ones still breathing, at least. But after that… I searched for him."

"I have never slept with you. I have never even crossed paths with your wolf before five years ago. They are my blood." Dominic froze. His sharp intellect quickly processed my words. He knew I couldn't lie to him—not with his dominant alpha power forcing the truth from the room. If the children carried the royal silver fur, but he was not the biological father, there was only one other explanation. An ancient, legendary explanation. Before he could speak, the glass doors of the terminal entrance shattered. The Regret Engine Crashes In "Violet! Violet, please listen to me!"

Violet Hathaway Hathaway Residence hours before Today is Annabel's birthday, my 2 year old little sister. She looks a lot like me, everyone says so. Annabel is white, with black hair and blue eyes. She's like I was when she was little, except for her eye color, mine are black. My name is Violet and I am the eldest of the twins. My identical twin is named Sarah, but she's been living in another city since Mom found out she was pregnant with Anna.

Arianna pouted, eating up Violet’s every word. Violet giggled, the sound bubbly and feminine. “No, I didn’t let him go. I tore him apart, piece by piece. I do hope you can forgive me, though. I truly didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Arianna spun around, and I abandoned my position by the door to inch my way closer. She beamed up at Violet with an unhinged grin that could mean damn near anything. “Not to worry, all is forgiven. I love stories, you know. Even more when they’re true, and I can tell by your eyes that you really did do those things. That’s actually why I wanted you to come here. I wanted to tell you a story.”

One of them asked, "Violet, can you recount the famous incident involving you and your future husband? Some of us don't know the juicy details of that incident. It sounds like an exciting movie!" Violet smirked haughtily. "Of course! My hubby saved me from Daniel! He even tried to sacrifice his life just to save me! How romantic!" "It really is romantic! But how did you get captured by that kidnapper, though?" Violet huffed coldly at the question. "That Daniel guy was nuts! I already told him Michelle was Kevin's girlfriend! If he wanted to kill someone, it might as well be her! But in the end, he came looking for me!"

Violet didn't know what made her say those words to Jenedeith, or when she had even thought about it, but the shocked expression on her face brought a sense of satisfaction to her. "That's not possible," Jenedeith said, withdrawing her hands. "You're one hell of a liar." "You can go ahead and ask him. I don't tell lies." Violet calmly replied as she helped Mila off the ground. She was fully aware of Jenedeith's eyes following her and even though she looked calm, she was screaming and banging her head internally. What in the world got into her that made her say those things? She was fully aware that Xavier hated her existence; he made sure to let her know, yet here she was claiming to be the

Violet had always been confused as to why Belle didn't punish her more severely after the incident, thinking it was because of their father—until she discovered the truth. "It's not about you being less ruthless. It's because you know the real story, isn't it?" Violet asserted. Belle's complexion turned deathly pale, and she stuttered, "What...what is the truth?" With a sly smile, Violet revealed, "The truth is, Emily intended to ruin my voice but ended up ingesting the poison herself."

He turned the moment I closed the door behind me, and of course, there went that look again. “Don’t give me that look, because I don’t owe you any explanation,” I snapped. I was hoping he wouldn’t tell me he was watching out for Violet, because that Violet was just in the next room pretending to be someone else. How did she even get here? She was an orphan last I checked, with only herself and her grandmother. So how on earth did she end up here? To be hiding in such a position as CEO? I’m not underestimating her capacity, but to get there in such a limited time?

"Why would you ever say that? Have I ever lied to you? I didn't want to tell you anything about it before we went out today, but when we came back, I saw a dead bird on my porch! A knife was in it!" I let out a loud laugh. "Naomi would never do that." Violet fell to her knees, crying hard. "You don't know her, Seth! She's wicked! She did things like this when she was my maid! You can ask everyone else! You don't have to believe me Seth, but She's evil! She hates me!" I watched Violet on her knees, her cries filled with desperation and her breathing strained. I didn't know what to believe, but I knew I couldn't believe what Violet said about Naomi.

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."