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“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

This is what unraveling feels like. This is what it means to want someone who ruins you. But I’m done with that. I inhale once—deep, steady—and shove it all down. The guilt. The ache. The heat. I crush it under my heel like everything else I can’t afford to feel. And I go back to work. Because I’m not some girl on the edge of unraveling. I’m Lana fucking Reyes. And I know better. The crowd swells around me—champagne flutes clink, music pounds, laughter slices—but I slip back into the rhythm like I never left. My tray balances effortlessly on one hand. My smile returns, fixed and false and perfect.

I hissed. She didn’t even blink. “Oh, but I can. And I will. Because that lunatic woman in the hospital? She ruined you. Look at what she’s made you become. Stripping your dignity for…. what was it? Five hundred thousand dollars?” She laughed straight into my face. “You’re degrading yourself for a few scraps. Selling your soul for half a million because of her? You should’ve let her die.” My hand flew before I could stop it. The slap echoed, sharp and violent as Her blonde head of hair snapped to the side, obscuring her white face.

“I didn’t realize it was doing so well. Maybe we can add to it once I get my inheritance. I’ve been researching a new breed of horseflesh…” “It’s holding its own and we can do whatever you want with it, but I was referring to that money I was trying to tell you about,” he said as he pulled her close. Her soft hair caressed his solid chest as she snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m worth three-million dollars, baby.”

“You are telling your father. Before dawn.” “I’m not,” I said, voice sharp. “If you want to, then go ahead. But I won’t.” Kade’s jaw clenched. “I love you, Rhea. Don’t make me watch you throw yourself into ruin.” Mari slipped her hand into mine, her eyes steady. “Sometimes ruin is exactly what the Goddess wants,” she whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. That night, lying awake in my small room under the eaves, I stared out at the ridge where the chapel sat in the distance. My mark glowed faintly in the moonlight.

The man took out a stack of money from his briefcase, looking at Gloria as he said, "I'm a reasonable person. There are ten thousand dollars. You'll get five hundred dollars for each song. You can take as much money as you want." "Mr. White, why do you offer her so much money?" Yuna said with dissatisfaction. The man put on a smile, trying to look charming. He said to Yuna, "Baby, don't worry. I will give you more money later." "Mr. White." Yuna pretended to look shy and left the man's thigh. She handed the microphone to Gloria and smiled, "Gloria, I've picked the songs for you." Gloria took the microphone quietly. She was not surprised by the high-pitched songs that Yuna had chosen for her.

Upon calm reflection, it became evident to Liam that Lana's actions were undeniably driven by her pursuit of financial gain. Just four or five months after leaving the Kane family, Lana's net worth skyrocketed to ten million dollars. It was a stark contrast to the poor girl she was when she left. Lana's explanation seemed to make sense to Liam. Nevertheless, the allure of her face remained irresistibly captivating to him. Liam couldn't help but recall the game he played with Lana at John's birthday party. A game that had led to intimate contact that set hearts racing and cheeks ablaze. As he stared at Lana's cherry-like lips, he found himself struggling. Liam then swallowed hard in an attemp

Owen was the one who’s trying to keep a conversation with her. “T-two million dollars?” Lana lost her balance the moment she gave attention to the amount she's gonna pay. Seeing her oppressed face made my stomach turn—it makes me physically sick. I clenched my jaw while watching, waiting to see if she would notice me behind her. She flickered once. No. Twice. “T-two million,” her voice faint as she spoke with no hope found in her tone. “I can't even raise a grand, let alone the two million.”

I growled, remembering the helplessness that still haunted me. "I am not your Luna." She pulled the sheets up to her neck and turned to one side, signaling me to lie down beside her. "Not yet." I lay down and slid my arm beneath her neck, drawing her against my chest. "But when you are, you will regret not having accepted my offer sooner." I smiled with quiet satisfaction. "You are that certain I will change my mind?" She lifted her head to look at me. "I am. The power that money gives you is an illusion. You are not truly strong with it." She lay back down. "You simply buy whatever you need to feel secure and to satisfy your desires." I began to run my fingers through her blond hair.

"..I'm a educated fool with money on my mind..Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye..I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger...And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger...Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away...I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?..I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24?..The way things is going I don't know" The dragons were watching as she sang along to that part. She slowly slid her shades down and stared over at Dylan while she sang along to the next part. "Power and the money, money and the power..Minute after minute, hour after hour..Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'..It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's