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Five minutes later, Madison reappears, and this time, she’s perfect. I find solace in her modest attire. Mad might be many things, but when it comes to her self-esteem, she’s a long way from self-awareness. Over the years, she’s made it easy for me to manipulate her by associating her with qualities I know are complete lies. Many might think I do it to humble her because I’m some devil, but really, it’s to protect her.

Maxwell paled, then pushed her chair back so quickly in an attempt to stand that she almost tripped over it. My eyes flew to Beta Nichols. He looked conflicted. I decided then to let a little of my temper be known. “Have you ever heard of the hot male matrix?” I asked him. He looked over at me, baffled. “The what?” “It is an online theory that has become popular amongst certain she-wolves. It essentially posits that the hotter a male, the bigger the a&&hole.” I glanced at Ms. Maxwell, who was standing stiff as a board.

So naturally, everyone hated her. And now… I was her. Rude. 4. I, on the other hand, have a functioning brain, sass, and an anime obsession. And that makes all the difference. Because here’s the thing: I know every trope. The useless noble girl who gets reincarnated? Been there. The magical world where mana = power? Yup. The misunderstood villainess arc? Absolutely. The fake marriage with a brooding duke who secretly has trauma and abs? Yes, please. I know how this plays out—and I’m not letting them kill me off in Chapter 3 this time.

She simply responded seriously, her tone measured: “Everything you just said is wrong. Let me ask you—what do you mean by calling me a 'femme fatale'? Because I’m pretty? Are pretty women automatically ‘trouble’? Sounds like you have a serious case of internalized misogyny, Tarot Madam.” “You say I’m good at disguise? Disguising what? Am I dressed as a man in drag?” “And deceiving others? I chatted with a madam for a few minutes and suddenly that’s deception? If you’re going to accuse someone, be specific. Don’t throw around vague statements—it only makes your performance look cheap.”

"I protected you and nearly turned into a zombie multiple times for three whole years. I gave you my only lesser ascension potion while I fought the virus with nothing but my own body, and this is how you repay me?" My question silenced them for a moment before Wade started laughing at me. He sounded like he'd won the war as he declared, "You're a moron, Jason!" He thought I was a dead man, so he spilled all the dirty little secrets. "You thought Jasmine loved you? You're nothing but her free muscle and a cash cow! All the high-level crystal core you risked your life collecting was used to bribe the camp's leaders so I could get a spot! "Remember your sister? You thought you couldn't find he

I wasn't even taking that into consideration. It all sounded like Madame Rosa was sent to me just so she could get me to let my guards down. Hell no, that wasn't happening. The Alpha was an enemy as far as i was concerned, he couldn't trick me into letting my guards down. Maybe I'd become a major character and this was some kind of a movie. I remember a similar movie where the Bride blindly got married into a family, clearly having no idea she was about to become a feast for them. What if this was it, what if everyone present in the Den have been patiently waiting for the night they set a trap and get to feast on me as well? I wasn't letting that happen, Sable was brave, the house would end

The moment he saw me, Martin quickly released Waverly's hand, which had been intertwined with his. Waverly looked at me with a smile plastered across her face."Oh! Isn't Mrs. Hughes Senior in the hospital? How did you still find time to nap at home?" Martin's expression immediately darkened."Stella, look at how pathetic your lies are! You used Mom as an excuse just to get me to come back. She raised you for nothing!" The fact that those words came out of Martin's mouth was something I could barely believe. He would rather believe I was lying to him than accept that Claire had actually been critically ill.

The guards and the driver had argued that the lady chained beside her was Lord Darius's supposed mate, and as such, she would be treated differently than the other submissives. Madeline was also a werewolf, a 22-year-old wolf slave sold by her parents, so she understood everything they said about the mating ritual and processions. They had argued that this was his first mate in years following the death of his first love, Eve, and she had listened as they went on and on about Lord Darius. She didn't deny the pang of jealousy that had arisen in her back then, and it had now grown even more potent. Her night had been going marvelously well; after the mager back at the auction house, a short, s