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Jacob said, "No… It's not like that… I didn't plant any Witchbugs on her. I just gave her… a drug that would make her absent-minded. It wouldn’t kill her." Jenson said, "Did Madam Nephele give you the drug? Do you know Madam Nephele’s true identity? She’s a descendant of the infamous Poison Doctor and is an expert in putting others in harm's way. I can’t believe that you’re on her side!" Jacob fell to the ground. At that moment, the Witchbugs in Madam Charlotte's body bit through her skin and crawled out. Baby Robbie noticed it immediately and yelled, "The Witchbugs are out. Let’s hurry up and dispose of the corpse. Otherwise, there’ll be endless troubles for all of us."

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Then she was gone, leaving Aria standing alone in the lobby, her hands shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. You don't belong in this world. Nobody. Replaceable. Out of your depth. The words echoed in her mind, each one a poisoned dart finding its mark. Because wasn't Victoria right? Wasn't she out of her depth? She was a former maid, a woman who'd lied and stolen and betrayed the man she loved. What business did she have thinking she could survive in Damien's world?

"My client is not a monster. She is a victim." Olivia made a sound in her throat. Daniel put his hand on her arm. "Mara Webb was raised by a monster," Cross continued. "Her father, Arthur Webb, was a convicted kidnapper. He abused her. He isolated her. He told her that Nicholas Vance was her future husband." Cross walked to the jury box. "She was eleven years old when she first saw Nicholas in that basement. Eleven years old when her father told her he was hers. Eleven years old when she began to believe a lie."

The ground felt unsteady beneath me as I dragged my feet to where my father, the alpha, stood in all glory. A wave of nausea washed over me as I hurriedly pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling the food I had an hour ago rise. How could this be happening? My mind raced like a windmail subdued by a strong wind. I pressed my hands into a fist. How could my father do this to me? How could the goddess choose a man like that for me? Is Damian my karma?

“Y-you — ah!” I clutched my head as a throbbing headache split across my skull. I stopped struggling to free myself as every fragment of information my mother had gathered about the throne madness flooded my mind. Mother called it a living disease, a conscious entity feeding on the desires and powers of any Alpha who sat upon the throne. Madness trapped them in a dream of illusions — a twisted, false reality where their every desire was fulfilled exactly as they wished. Under its influence, the alpha remained physically unconscious but spiritually alive in the fabricated world, living a life where they had everything they ever wanted.

There seemed to be a respect between the two. Maddie, who had often been rumoured to have some unnatural skill about her. She wasn’t a witch as such, and she certainly didn’t flaunt any gift she had freely. But she knew things about people that she had no business in knowing. She was able to tell the sick from the healthy. Delve into a person’s deepest secrets without even asking a question. Some put it down to simply having a keen sense of smell. Whilst others believed her to be born of witches. Of course, I knew now that her being a witch was an impossibility. She had a wolf. I had seen it with my own eyes. And the one thing I knew from the past with absolutely surety, was that you cannot

She sat down and opened her phone and started searching about mythical creatures. “Vampires, werewolves, witches—ah! What am I even doing?” Madison said as she talks to herself. She puts her phone down and tried to get rid of any weird thoughts. “But if it wasn’t a mythical creature, what could he be? He can’t be human. Yeah, he can’t be.” Later that day, Madison went home early as she was told to take a rest. After she reached home, she immediately started searching about mythical creatures. She is convinced that all the things that happened today and other days was not a simple coincidence.

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

"It doesn't feel as if you're truly here, it all feels like a wonderful dream. I finally have you, girl, and I almost feel as if it's too good to be true. I have you." Sick pleasure suddenly enveloped her and with a stomach-turning laugh, Madeline moved away from the Werewolf and danced around gleefully, her white flowing dress dancing around her legs and she twisted and twirled around as she began chanting to herself repeatedly. "I have her! I have her! I finally have her!" She twirled around happily as she began to sing. "Everything is going according to plan!" Madeline twirled her way to the pregnant Werewolf once again and laid next to her, wrapping their bodies around each other until M