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There must be some movements started against them for which they decided to secure their unprotected family who could become a weak nerve to their enemies. During his stay in Italy he had seen numerous attacks on Moretti and heard also. As long as Minerva hid her identity perfectly he got to know only about Luca. But how could he forget the day when he saw the real face of Minerva. It was raining heavily when Minerva's phone was not reachable. She was still Elena for him. He tried to search for her at her given address. There was no one. He started moving towards his room when a car just crossed him and banged another car which was in front. Seeing the situation he decided to hide himself in

Anguish entangled her eyes as she touched her husband’s face at the screen. “With the support of the two Empires and her loyal subordinates, Young Master Zillian went on a rampage. The bloodshed was so intense back then. The whole Austere city was flooded with blood and water from the rain. The cries of the people mixed with the loud rumble of the thunder and flashes of lightning are still clear in our minds.” She held her head that remembered everything.

I merely suggested upgrading the equipment and refusing their processed snacks, and they called me pretentious. Back when I lived with my adoptive father, William, the servants would have treated my words as orders. My adoptive father was the world's largest arms tycoon and a top-tier weapons designer. The inheritance and research institute he left me behind could buy out thousands of Kensington Corps. If the Kensington family did not find me right when I was just emerging from the grief of my adoptive father's death, there was no way I would've come to a place like this. Outdated equipment, crude designs, and a group of incompetent designers coasting in their positions.

"Focus on the papers and tell me how long it will take to make sure Kayla Vergara doesn't have enough money to buy a coffee by the time the sun sets." "Sir the process has already begun but Mr. Damian Lillard has just called an emergency press conference to defend Mrs. Santori’s honor" the assistant stammered as he held out a tablet showing a live feed of the rival CEO. Lucian’s playful mood vanished in an instant and he let out a low and terrifying growl as he watched Damian on the screen acting like a white knight for a woman who was already claimed. "He is trying to play the hero again" Lucian hissed as he grabbed a pen and snapped it in half with his bare hand.

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

Adel said, “is Naomi.” Nelly said quietly, “It seems she is Naomi.” Adel replied, “She is Naomi—I would never mistake her.” Adel stepped forward into the water and dove, surging toward Naomi, fury written all over him. Nelly plunged in after him at once, swimming hard to catch up. The scene looked like a race: Nelly cutting swiftly through the water behind Adel, trying to stop him, trying to prevent a crime on the verge of happening in the sea. Adel swam fast, his eyes fixed on Naomi, seeing her body and legs beneath the surface.

Their silence said everything; they didn’t support us, and they weren’t happy about Risemoon’s fall. We in the Mancini cannot afford to appear weak. Rumors breed like vermin; old enemies still sharpen their teeth and wag old grudges. Several packs still scheme for war against us. Now is not the time for weakness. The true cause of the warriors’ deaths had to remain buried, whatever the cost. Tom offered no argument. He simply obeyed. Craig pinged into my mindlink: "Alpha, shall we permit the seer into Ivy’s mother’s ward?"

My left feet quickly make contact with the back of his knee, he fell forward, expected. The whole AD agent was gathered around us, watching. And that made me wonder, isn't it their job is to protect us at all cost? Britt and Johan quickly tied Hade's arms before he gets a chance to get up. "H-how?" He asked. "Your code," I start. "it was supposed to be 'rat'," Johan snickers. "The number of letters in name of the animal you chooses has to be the same number of letters in your last name," Finish Minnie, smirking.

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

But his ears never surrendered—every hinge creak, every approaching step would wake him in a heartbeat. For him, rest was never surrender. It was camouflage. It was survival. But even in that false slumber, Meira returned. She always did. Her face blurred at the edges, but her voice, her gaze, were mercilessly clear. And there—alone in the shadows—Hastan, the man who never bowed to enemies, broke quietly under the weight of a memory. At last, exhaustion dragged his eyelids shut. The server’s drone melted into the sound of distant waves. He let himself drift—not to peace, never peace—but to a fragile pause before the next war.