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But I no longer had the strength to respond. The wind died down. The last sliver of the sun vanished from the horizon. Right here, in the place where my dreams once began, I finally closed my eyes. Vera, in this war, I'm the first to leave the field. In the next life, I hope I never meet you again. One month after Mylo’s death, Vera became a precision-engineered machine, carrying out every last one of his wishes. First, she settled the accounts with Diane. Using the most ruthless methods possible, she seized every illegal asset under Diane’s name, forcing her out of the industry for good.

As if everything it had hidden had finally left it. She stood there for a long time. Not thinking. Not analyzing. Just present. Because for the first time— There was nothing left to uncover. Only something to carry forward. And as she turned to leave— She didn’t look back. Not because it didn’t matter. But because it no longer held her. End of Chapter 121 Chapter 122: Legacy It didn’t end with a moment. There was no single day where everything felt complete. Instead, it unfolded quietly. Like something settling.

Her jewels—sold out. Even the smallest object she had ever touched was gone. He had nothing left, nowhere to turn.He had nothing left, nowhere to grieve. That familiar, suffocating panic surged through him again. Suddenly, he remembered the backyard. Isabella had spent a few days there—quiet, secluded, forgotten. He rushed there in a panic. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw desolation and ruin. He gasped. The room contained only two thin blankets and a few sets of maid's clothes.

Some stories begin with a storm. This one started with a woman standing in the ruins of her old life, daring to believe she deserved more. Thank you for staying with Layla and Rider as they built something new from the quiet and the broken. Thank you for letting their journey touch you. Until the next chapter, Nikora Clegg Where to from here? Until You is available in paperback from A****n. I am currently working on the Hidden Legacy Series.

Once those were gone, their so-called affection was thinner than the dead leaves in a cemetery. I burned the third report and decided not to read any more of that trash. Their regret, resentment, and mutual tearing had nothing to do with me.

Rowan cleared tables, Finn held the ring box, and Aria said goodbye to guests. I felt calm. "Dad. Mom." The other end went quiet. "This is who I am. I'm not Bianca, and I'm done trying to become her." I hung up. The night wind came from the harbor with the scent of sea salt and old leather. Rowan walked over and draped his jacket around my shoulders. "Are you okay?" I leaned against him and looked at the hydrangeas, the rosemary, and Finn's crooked tag that said Home.

He even mentioned how Mireille had tried to seduce him, only to be caught by my mother. The most recent messages, though, hit me the hardest. He wrote about being diagnosed with a terminal illness, possibly from years of drinking and smoking. He said he wanted to meet with me again, that his time was running out. It would have been a lie to say I didn’t care. Especially when I read about his illness. I thought to myself that maybe it was time to go back home—to talk to Elias and my mother. … It felt like an eternity since I’d last stepped foot in NYX. New York was as crowded and noisy as always.

It showed he was in a good mood. He sat down beside me and handed me a look. "Cheer up. I won't hold what happened yesterday against you. Here, I got this for you. Didn't you always want it?" It was a collection of legal cases, the one I'd been searching for. It was already out of print, and most importantly, it was the last book my mother edited before she passed away. Four years ago, her final wish was to see this book one last time. She never did.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s