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I’d always find a way. For now, I have done enough. I’ve lit the fire. The rest would burn on its own. I downed the rest of my whiskey, savoring the last drop, then set the glass down with a sharp clink. This was only the beginning. Melissa thought she could erase me from her life. She thought she could live happily ever after with her baby, with Xavier, with anyone but me. But she was wrong. As long as I breathed, she’d feel me in the shadows. And tonight, the shadows had started to whisper her name again.

Melissa wondered aloud once she's alone. In fact, she was much more worried about her impending visit to the palace. In the novel, it was said something happened to Lady Melissa two years ago when she visited the palace, which caused her to become a hermit at home. However, the author didn't explain in detail what exactly had transpired. Melissa couldn't even ask anyone about it since she was the supposed 'victim' here. It was such a mystery! Luckily that cute little boy's coming tomorrow too. She could stay with him then.

Melissa The silence in the room was suffocating. I sat still on the edge of the massive bed, hands clenched in my lap in fear, every muscle in my body was in tension. The air felt colder than normal, despite the warmth of the fire dancing in the hearth. I could see the dress I wore earlier lay in a heap on the floor. I was now clothed in a simple slip—delicate, thin, and far too revealing for what I knew was coming that could please my Alpha.

**Melissa pov** "Finally, we are back home! I'm exhausted," mom said slumping down on the couch as soon as we entered the house, We were officially back in Baja and I've never been happier being here, I love the village but the people there are so toxic and I'm glad I left. "Don't tell me you didn't love Zambia, Rissa," Aunt crystal chirped in sitting next to mom while Dean walked us up the stairs, yes he was carrying me in his arms because he didn't want my feel to swell

I turned round to see Malissa standing there, frozen mid-step, with her mouth slightly open in shock. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt…one of mine, I realized with satisfaction…and shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem. Her long brown hair was a mess, falling around her face in tangles. She blinked. Rubbed her eyes like she was seeing things. Then she looked again. I almost smiled at how cute she looked. Confused and rumpled and completely unaware of how stunning she was even like this. Fucking beautiful.

*************** When we walked into Malissa hospital room I could see she was chained to the bed and was trying to get free. "You might as well stop trying to get loose. You are wasting your time. There is no way you can get out of those chains," I said and Malissa looked at me "King Edward. Please let me go. I don't know why I am in here. I promise I didn't do anything wrong," Malissa said and I laughed "Oh really? So you are telling me that you didn't poison Queen Sofia and my beloved and kidnap them?" I asked "No. I promise I didn't. It must have been that bitch Ava. She set this whole thing up. She used me. This was all her," Malissa said

Chapter Forty-Six— interview ★Maliya's POV★ I couldn't remember the last time I'd looked forward to something. But as I sat through my morning classes, I kept checking my phone for the time, counting down the hours until two o'clock. The bookstore interview. A chance to be around books. Stories. Worlds that weren't my own mess of a life. I'd always loved reading. It was the one thing that had kept me sane in Seattle—losing myself in dark romance novels where the damaged heroes always got their redemption, where the heroines were strong enough to survive their own stories.

I knew he was asking silly questions to understand my mood He studied me for a second longer than felt comfortable. Then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” Back to his phone. I looked back at the book. One breath. Two. Three. A woman in London. I thought about every moment I had filed carefully away like something precious. The kitchen floor. The garden. The balcony. All those quiet spaces where I had let myself believe I was being seen, really seen, for the first time in years. And the whole time. The whole time there had been a woman in London.

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, venomous purr, like a secret she’d been dying to share. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing Mia told you, Clarissa,” she said, a wide, triumphant smirk stretching across her lips. “Because at least now, I can finally stop pretending to care about the dead mistress’s daughter.” Dead? The word hit me like a physical blow. My breath hitched instantly, a sharp, ragged pull that felt like it ripped my lungs. The roaring in my ears...a combination of the frantic drumbeat of my own pulse and the distant urban noise of Harlem...suddenly went silent.

With this closeness, I have craved for her far beyond letting her go without satisfying the craving. Like seriously, Melissa could have received an award for the best pretense library girl but so pity that she wasn't smart to be honored by it. —My appearance here has stolen everyone's attention, yet, she was reading an upside book like her life depended on it... Who was she deceiving?