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Claire saw another meaningful smile on the soul reaper's lips. "What?!" Claire suddenly stood up. "So, here's the deal," Gami said nonchalantly as he gestured for her to sit down again. "There's this illuminati inside your world who aims to live forever. One illuminati soul equal ten evil human souls. Just give me two of them and I'll help you return as Claire. You can do what you want to ask for forgiveness to that vampire. That's all you want to happen, isn't it?" Claire blinked. If Gami speak, it seems as if it is that easy to do what he says. According to him, the illuminati plan to live forever.

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FORTY-TWO *Please God, let it be an intruder!* "I said you should keep it shut, damn it!" Amber whispered fiercely, with a hint of warning in her voice. Her eyes gleamed with anger for the interruption to her "special torture ceremony" of Anthrax. Hannah adamantly continued struggling and muffled screams hoping that the supposed intruder would come to her rescue. But how the hell is she certain someone is coming to rescue her?

“Hand over the drive.” Sarah smiled. “This? Just some personal files. Nothing you need to worry about.” Elena moved beside Damian. “We know Theo sent you here. We know about the payments. We know you ordered the black roses.” Sarah’s smile faltered for half a second, then returned sharper. “You think you have it all figured out. But you still do not know the best part.” She tossed the USB drive onto the table between them. “Go ahead. Open it.” Damian picked it up and plugged it into the laptop on the table. The screen filled with a folder labeled “Horizon – Final Creative.”

Emily's POV I threw on jeans and a sweater in record time, my hands shaking as I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. By the time I got downstairs, Alexander was already at the door, his phone pressed to his ear. "I don't care what it costs, kill the story... No, I need it gone completely... Fine, set up the meeting. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He hung up and looked at me. "Ready?" I nodded, and we rushed to the garage. This time, Alexander drove the Audi, taking the turns through the empty Los Angeles streets faster than was probably safe.

He'd tossed aside all decency and shame. Ayame chimed in, trying to smooth things over. "Don't worry," she said. "This video won't make it to your country. Just relax and enjoy yourself with Ryuzo." Their words made my blood boil. I pointed a furious finger at Ayame. "You're filming pornographic videos. Believe me, I'll report you." Ryuzo just burst out laughing. "Go ahead and report it," he said. "In Valen, filming this kind of thing is perfectly legal. Besides, you're both willing participants. How exactly do you think you're going to win?"

The contents of the flash drive began to load. Images… Text. Maps. Everything and anything about the different terrorist organisations. Where they operated. Who the members were. How they operated. From information on Al-Qaeda… To the Revolutionary Struggle. Everything was here, on a silver platter. Enough to take them all down… With all of their tactics on it. Everything. 15 ADRIAN “Jesus Christ, you mad bastard…” Lucifer murmured, cocking his head to the side. “How did you manage to pull this off?”

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⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us.

Viso stated as He eyed the little remote in his hand. Sandro burned in rage, "I will show you your place you, Unstable man. Soon, I will show you," He said as he threw the used towel at Tylor, gesturing to him to clean up the mess he created. "Maybe you won't get the chance, Sandro. Bad things happen to people in the darkness of night on a lonesome road. Didn't your Mama tell you this?" Viso asked with a mocking chuckle. Once again his eyes went to the remote in his hand. He was getting irked by that small thing in his hand. He didn't want to hold it anymore. Nope.