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Laura and Kim destroyed the whole room but they couldn't find the book. Laura sat dejectedly on the ground as tears rolled down her eyes. "What should we do Kim? We don't have enough time." Laura asked crying. "Wait I think I saw it." Kim said and Laura quickly run to her, she was holding the book. "Yes, this it is." Laura replied and collected the book. She started flipping the pages till they came across the same poison. "Very effective poison that kills in less than thirty minutes, it immediately destroy the red blood cells once it reach thirty minutes, no miracle can revive the person, kambar leaves very effective to stop the poison." Kim read.

But within three days, the rumor that I had been retaliated against for some shameful affair had spread everywhere. By the time I tried to clear my name, it was already too late. It was not until after I killed myself in old age that Vanessa came to pay her respects at my grave. Those hypocritical eyes of hers grew moist for two seconds as she thanked me for everything I had done all those years. But she said she did not regret it. In her mind, I had taken the place meant for the man she'd never gotten over and killed her fantasy. If she had to do it again, she would still do the same thing.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Love doesn’t matter. Not his. Not even Robert’s. What matters now is the mission. The truth. Justice. Revenge. I picked up my phone and dialed Kim, my secretary back in Canada. She answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “I need a favor,” I said, moving to the window that overlooked the main gate. “Of course,” she replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.” That’s the thing about Kim. She’s more than my secretary. She’s lived through worse than I have. Escaped worse. Once the right hand of a feared mafia boss in her country. She knows how to disappear people. And how to find them too.

Kimberly would not have asked for a better love life than this. The End Hey dear readers, thank you for reading my book, see you again, in my next book.

Maybe I really wanted to go home, and didn't notice it immediately, I just only realized when we had already left the bar. I am Kimora Beatrix Lucien Gomez, daughter of the fucking Alessandro Gomez. I can't just agree with what men want. That will never occur. The moment won’t come. Never in my current lifetime and never in the one after that. I have already sworn that for a long time. On Monday, I got out of bed early. I have to commute since I don't have a car. I decided to have breakfast at Starbucks first. I was quietly eating my ensaymada when some guy approached me.

****** About Kit Kyndall Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing contemporary steamy and erotic romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter

Kimberly The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, but the bitterness on my tongue had nothing to do with the drink. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled through headlines on my phone—photos of me, of Axel, of that ridiculous moment at the stadium when he pointed at me like we were some epic love story. "The hottest couple of the moment!" Kathleen read aloud, spinning her phone toward me with a smirk. "Look, they even made a hashtag. #Kixel. Terrible creativity, but congrats, sis—you’re famous now!"

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

She nodded, knowing he was right—but hating it anyway. “Kourt,” he said, voice low, fierce, “promise me. If anything happens—” “Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t you dare say goodbye.” He leaned forward, kissed her quickly, fiercely. Then turned and ran into the dark. Elsewhere, in the Vault Wing Kim moved like a phantom through the corridor—dressed in black, hair pinned, face sharp with purpose. The flash drive in her pocket felt hot against her skin. It was almost poetic—destroying everything in the place where it all began.