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“What do you want, Margot?” Her lips curled into a smirk. “I want the truth. Everyone has been whispering, and I’m very good at connecting the dots. Do you know what I see?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hushed, poisonous whisper. “I see the rejected mate, once discarded like trash, now finding her revenge by seducing the Alpha King’s father. Tell me, is it true?” My stomach knotted, but I met her gaze unflinchingly. “Careful with your words,” I said coolly. “Rumors are dangerous things. They can burn you before they ever reach their target.”

I hid my head in my hands. Margot, you bi*ch, why do you always have to go against me? Why could she not obey my wish? Why does she have to cause so many problems? I had everything planned to the tiniest details. Margot was supposed to be humiliated and run away in shame when exposed, leaving everything behind as compensation for her betrayal. But she could not give up so easily, of course. I could predict that a long time ago. She was always too clever. What else could she do?

Vicktor's saucy tongue on her neck gave her no pause; he played with her neck, licking it up to the hairline at the nape of her neck. Margot pulled away from her just enough to free her from her clothes, and then took off her own.Margot, like Clara, had neither a curvaceous nor a skinny body, she had flesh, she was not without flesh, and Clara then attacked her as well. She began to caress every bit of exposed flesh; she ran her hands over her belly, up her hands over the woman's medium sized breasts and watched her close her eyes in delight, accepting the welcome caress.

Her voice was quiet, but it sounded like ice scraping against stone. She held me against the wall for another long moment before she suddenly let go. I slid down slightly, rubbing my neck and drawing in a deep, shaky breath of air. Margot did not look worried. She calmly reached out and patted the wrinkled fabric of my collar, straightening it with her fingers as if she were simply fixing a doll. "I do not want anyone in this palace to know you are alive," Margot said, stepping back and folding her hands together. "Do you understand me?"

But no matter how difficult things were, Margaret had never been someone who gave up easily or accepted defeat. “I think it’s time to use the final move.” Margaret interlaced her fingers, her expression grave as she spoke. She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, piquing Arthur’s curiosity. “What move?” Margaret slowly lifted her head. “Break into Sebastian Corporation’s domestic headquarters and steal confidential documents, then leak them to the public.” Arthur’s pupils trembled in shock, so startled he nearly dropped the cup in his hand. Setting it down on the table, he looked at Margaret.

She tucked a stray hair behind her ear with a slow, deliberate motion and looked up at me with one arched eyebrow. “I did it because Portia has a reputation to maintain,” Margot said, her voice smooth and bored. “And if I’m being honest, Barnabas, this was for the best. For everyone involved.” “For the best?” I felt a bitter laugh bubble up in my throat. I leaned over the table, my knuckles turning white against the wood. “You dragged Salome through the dirt. You manufactured fake messages. You staged photos to make her look like a criminal. You call that doing us a favor?”

“That depends. How much are you willing to burn to get her back?” Benita’s chest tightened. She didn’t want riddles. She wanted her mother. “Tell me!” she snapped, her voice breaking. Margot stood. Her presence filled the room though she was not tall. “St. Maren’s was where your mother came to be remade. She wasn’t the obedient debutante Luke Bellington married. She was a Laurent. And Laurents carry debts.” Benita froze. “Debts?” Margot’s expression darkened. “She gave something up to keep you safe. Something you don’t know you had.”

But her thoughts were silenced by what she discovered inside the envelope: numerous photos of Laurent with a young woman who appeared to be of Vera's age--kissing, and a scream ripped through Margot's chest, the photos scattering on the floor. Her gut told her Laurent was unfaithful, but she refused to believe it. What was he planning? Run off with this girl when their job was done, stealing the money she earned to live a happy life with this girl, and laughing behind her back? “He has no idea what he has done, and I will show him." •••• AFTER FRANÇOIS'S DEATH It had been more than six months since Francois's death, and Margo had intended to leave France long ago, but specific tasks, such as

Margot did not want to meet anyone from the Morris family so she hid in a very secluded place. However, she was still discovered. Regina was dressed in luxurious clothing, but her face looked very haggard. She slowly walked up behind Margot and softly called out, "Margot..." Margot, who was watching the fish in the pond, slowly turned around. When she saw it was Regina, she wanted to turn around and leave. Regina quickly called out to her again.

If it was true that Maura and her mage friends were going to come in and fight on the side of the Council, and that seemed to be the case, based on what had just happened, Everly and her alliance were going to need some way of countering it. Margot thought for a moment, her eyes focused out the window at the landscape as she continued to wash the dishes Everly had intended to do as repayment for all of Margot’s kindness. “I may have a contact,” she said. “I’ll have to see.” “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Slate reminded her, his voice calm. Margot turned and smiled over her shoulder. “You’re a wolf, son. Not a cat.” “Wh—” Slate began, clearly not understanding that Margot was trying to tell him