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When Maya got downstairs, she noticed everything Jason did and smiled. "You did this?" Maya's voice cracked through her sentence. "Yeah, your show has seven seasons. We're going to be here for a while." Jason chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. Maya and Jason got onto the couch and turned the show on. Jason placed his phone next to Maya while they watched. "I bet the dad killed his son," Jason said confidently. "Obviously." Maya burst out laughing. "We've seen this already." Jason's phone lit up next to Maya. She turned to see what it was and saw Celia's name pop up. She sighed and turned back to the TV.

Star told me. Following her every instruction, I could feel myself being pulled along by feelings of anger and pain. It was as if I was standing on an escalator and when I reached the end, I saw everything. I saw Uncle Nick cuffed to a chair, silver cuffs restraining him and his wolf. An open wound on the crown of his head leaking down his face as his head tilted forwards. There was a man in the corner of the room, at first he was standing in the shadows, so I was unable to identify him. It was during their conversation I realized it was Jason that was responsible. He had forced this man to aid him in his sick and twisted revenge fantasy, a game that Uncle Nick had now become an unwilling pa

Everyone envied us, calling us a true match made in heaven. As for Jason, he neglected his company until it went bankrupt. His buddies who once followed him went their separate ways. One by one, those same people's lives fell apart. But Jason? He vanished completely. Some said he drank himself to death, while some said Marcella, bitter with resentment, had him locked away. The rumors varied until one day, a video was sent to me from an unknown account. In it, a frail, withered man crawled forward step by step, bowing his head to the ground again and again, begging for a chance to reunite with a woman he could never see again in this life.

Jason stood in front of me, warm and composed, with no idea how close he had come to being destroyed in a game he never agreed to play. I reached out and held him. Jason went still. This was the first time I had ever reached for him. It took him a moment to respond, and then his arms came up, loosely, carefully, around my back. “Elena?” I didn't answer. I pressed my face against his shoulder and stayed there a long time without speaking. In that moment, it was simply grief — grief for this decent, careful man who had been drawn into Ryan and Vicky's scheming in another life. Who had done nothing wrong and very nearly paid for it with everything.

he said, now almost sobbing. The pills worked gradually, calming the worst of the pain, but they could not touch the ache in his chest—the longing, the obsession, the desperate need to know it was her. He pressed his hands to the desk, leaning over, letting the weight of seventeen years of restraint and loneliness finally break through. For the first time in nearly two decades, Jason Hale cried.

He smirked. Instantly it felt as if my heart had fallen to my stomach as I remembered exactly who Carter was. "Seems like you do" he jus kept laughing, as if it was a joke or something, as if whatever he was doing was something to be proud of. "Well... I don't know how much you know of this but, your beloved Jason had to leave his home, his friends and lastly, you, because of Mr Reynolds... why? Because, you don't cross Carter, that's a fact," he paused sounding a lot more serious.

He grabbed Reuben's hand. "Ugh, I wi..will... go but not without Jason." Reuben groaned in pain. "Reuben, he is dead," Jackson said. "No... I tried..to save him. They... They shot him with sil..silver. I saw him." Reuben said crying in pain. He was going to lose consciousness. Jackson wiped the tears from his face.

“We don’t have the luxury of hiding. Dean turned this into war. So we fight.” The broadcast began. Jason leaned toward the microphone, his voice low at first, then rising like a storm. “This is Jason Reed,” he said, the words heavy with raw truth. “Some of you may think you know my story. You’ve seen the leaks. The headlines. The whispers that I’ve fallen, that my Foundation is nothing but smoke.” Bella’s chest tightened as she watched him. This wasn’t the careful, calculated Jason she knew. “But here’s the truth,” Jason continued, his tone breaking. “I was naïve. I believed I could out think every danger. I believed people close to me were loyal. I was wrong.”

He could see the life draining from his brother’s eyes, the defiance that had always driven him now replaced with a haunting realisation. “You brought this on yourself, Jason,” Wayne said, his voice heavy with regret. “It didn’t have to end like this.” Jason tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, his strength fading. His hand slipped from his chest, and he slumped to the ground, his body going limp. Wayne watched as Jason’s eyes closed, his chest rising and falling shallowly—his life slipping away. Wayne lowered his weapon, feeling a mix of emotions swirl within him. The man who had caused so much pain, who had orchestrated Wayne’s downfall and nearly destroyed everything he lov

The space in this area was sealed, and the barrier became extraordinarily strong. Jason originally planned to tear apart the space and escape, but he suddenly panicked after seeing that the space was sealed. Jason, who was used to being aloof, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Without hesitation, he knelt down on the ground and prayed. "Elder Rynold, I was blinded. Please spare my humble life!" Rynold could not help but sneer at Jason's plea, full of sarcasm and ridicule. Where did that arrogant demeanor go?