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Blamed my wariness on jealousy. Lana crouches in front of me, smiling gently. “You’ve always gotten in the way, Kyra. At first it was just about the Luna title, the pack, Mikos. But now?” She laughed softly. “Now, it’s bigger. You're rare. You're powerful. You're fertile. A trifecta. People pay millions for the kind of power inside you. And if they don’t get it… they harvest it.” I flinch visibly.

Will she not get disgusted even more when she realized that all he was still looking for was money? Truthfully, she was a billionaire heiress. She had only known money all her life and trying to impress her with money was just not going to cut it. Lana saw the various expressions that flashed across his face at different times and she could not help but smirk, “You mentioned something that can help me get back my footing in Romero.” She asked, “Although I doubt it would be any good but I still want to hear what you’ve got up your sleeves.” Director Evans looked at her and felt a cold shiver run down his back at the sight of her cold, green eyes.

“You’ve been hitting me my whole life, Mom. Every boyfriend you stole, every time you made me feel like I was never enough. The ballet teacher you fucked so I’d get cut from the recital. The college boyfriend you ‘comforted’ when I was away at finals. Every single one. I still tried to love you. I still fucking tried.” “You think you’re better than me now just because Roman’s dick is in you every night?” She laughs, ugly and raw. “You’re exactly like me, Lana. You saw power, money, control, and you opened your legs for it. At least I was honest about what I wanted from the start.”

Orion’s entrance shifted the air. She walked with her shoulders straight, her expression composed, every movement precise enough to quiet the hall. The Luna always commanded attention, but today-today she radiated something sharper. Something coiled. Something dangerous. My breath caught as she moved toward the front. Her gown flowed behind her like water, her hair bound in a tight braid that rested over one shoulder, the silver clasp glinting like a shard of moonlight. She stepped up onto the platform and stood before the twin thrones.

It took a bond to break before I realized that she’s the only Luna I want. And I’m not going down without a fight.

She heaved a sigh and I imagined her leaning closer if we were together. “Wait, really? Then thank goodness, you're going to give up on him, right? I know you love him, but cheating is a stretch. And I heard the girl—what was her name again? I don't care, but I heard she's a fashion star and daughter to one of his business partners. She's like a literal buzz. Big time.” I nodded. So that's who he cheated on me with. Someone with affluence and power, while I was the gentle and understanding wife, like I hadn't given up my life and dreams for him too.

“Joseph, I’ll give you a chance. Kneel and apologize to Derek, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.” I did not stop walking. Her voice grew sharper. “Joseph! Did you hear me?” Ten years of love and pain slipped away in that moment. I stood outside the company in the cold wind for a long time before picking up my phone. I called my lawyer. “Please give my medical records and my mother’s death certificate to Jaime. Tell her I repaid what I owed her with two lives.”

"You never even cared about this company, and now look at you—wrecking everything. What kind of person..." Blah, blah, blah. She was on a roll, playing the betrayed saint like I was the villain wrecking her charity act. I rolled my eyes, dropped my phone, and finally met her stare. "My card. My company. I'll do whatever I want." I raised my voice. "You're more worked up than the owner. At this rate, people might think you're running Vectorial Corp!" Lillian froze. Her face twisted, then melted into fake guilt real quick.

“It’s not that simple. The press eats up scandal, not truth.” “No,” Fergus agreed. “But they also eat up power. And you, Sandra Black, are more powerful than you know.” $$$ That night, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked back with unfamiliar eyes, tired but fierce, fragile but resolved. She remembered who she was before the lies, before Steph, before the betrayal. She was a woman who believed in building loyalty, in love. Maybe it was time to believe in herself again.

she glared at me as she emphasize on the last part. Oh my God! I just love this babe so much! She knows me too well, it's true, I can be crazy at sometimes. And it's true, I had asked the manager of this place to send everyone out. I have the money and I can do anything with it. Money is power and power is money.