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"You have a client appointment, Lucifer." "I have canceled, Pa. Besides, how could I possibly have a meeting with a client, if my cute sister has woken up from her coma," said Lucifer. This is crazy. Really crazy. Olivia hopes this is just a nightmare. He didn't want to be called Celine. Even though it was clear that the look on her face was Olivia. Yes, Olivia Rawles, not Celine as they call it. Who is Celine anyway? ***

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

He collapsed to the ground, blood staining the floor. "Olivia, you..." He pointed at her, his eyes filled with shock and regret. In the end, he fell lifelessly to the ground. Olivia looked at the dead Mason, her heart devoid of remorse. She hated him, hated that he had ruined her life. Killing a partner is a grave sin in the werewolf clan. Olivia was thrown into the dungeon, to endure endless torture. Meanwhile, when Mason's grandfather learned of his grandson's death, he suffered a heart attack and died instantly.

“Then he dies.” Olivia didn’t flinch. “I accept.” Zara motioned for the others to step back. Only Olivia remained inside the circle. The moon outside glowed brighter, redder, heavier. The wind thrust its way into the chapel, shaking the broken chandeliers. Zara lifted the ritual blade, a slim weapon carved from moonstone and something darker. “Speak your truth.” Olivia took a breath that felt like it might tear her lungs. “My truth is simple,” she said.

“Do it, shoot me.” I feel like all my blood has abandoned my body, but I won’t give in. He can shoot me if he wants, I don’t care anymore. At least I’ll die knowing I’m better than them. Better than Stefan who was in on his father’s mafia, better than my father who exchanged me for his life, and better than Gustavo that betrayed his own family. Me, Olivia Corvino, will die betraying no one. “Have you lost your mind?!” Agatha yells as she enters the library running to place herself between us.

As time flew by, the whole March passed. Olive took a break with the director in advance. She couldn't sleep much on Tomb Sweeping Day. She found several horror movies and watched them all night. She didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn. But after less than two hours of sleep, she woke up naturally. Olive got up and washed, pulled out the black sweater in the wardrobe, and left the room. She got up much earlier than usual. Liam should still be sleeping.

The Undead mumbles in annoyance. “That’s because you stink. I feel like I’m held by a dead rotten dog.” Blake scoffs, giving his girl a pointed look, which she instantly understands. He smells rotten. He’s a wolf Undead. Lia manages to keep herself from smirking when she catches onto Blake’s words and points her gun at the other Undead that’s keeping a tight hold on Ivy. She doesn’t want anyone to notice what Blake is doing. “I see you’ve made your choice.” Cornelia taunts with an amused smirk.

“Old Master, don’t ask so many questions. Vivian is your granddaughter. If these go to her, what is there to worry about?” Old Master Wilson’s voice went hoarse with fury. “Now I get it. You want me dead.” He tried to turn his wheelchair toward the door, but Olivia moved faster and shut it first. “Why waste your strength?” she said coolly. “Besides, you don’t have long left anyway. Trading one life for that much leverage… isn’t that a good deal?” Old Master Wilson stared at her, face drained. “Whose orders are you following?” “It doesn’t matter,” Olivia said, eyes hard. “Sign. If you don’t, Vivian won’t get a single thing from Wilson Group.”

I knew she was warning him away from the topic, but I wanted to address it to make sure everyone understood that I was not and would never be that traitorous bitch, Nyla. As soon as I saw clarity in Mr. Blake's eyes, I spoke up. "That was not me. That was Oliver's first mate from before he died. He was resurrected by your Goddess, and now I am his fated mate." I didn't realize my hand was shaking until Oliver grabbed mine over my knees and laced our fingers together. "You died?" His father asked, looking taken aback by the news. Maddie jumped up, running over and crashing into Oliver's legs. "Don't worry, Grandpa. We took care of him."

"The renowned Divine Paladin has finally returned back to Overwatch? I mourned when news of your death reached the country, my surprise to discover it was after all false news." Elizabeth unconsciously nodded. It was confirmed, Oliviér was not just intentionally a dick to her but it was simply his attitude to everyone. Lines began to form in the middle between his thick blonde eyebrows. "I believe Young Master Oliviér must have shed too many tears…. I feel honored knowing the Young Master would not shed a tear even if his own Wolf died." Whatever it meant it seemed to have hit a spot in Oliviér. The man pushed his glasses up with a finger. "What are you doing in my crime scene, Paladin," his