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Chapter 3 Matthew’s POV The pain is absolute, tearing through my veins like liquid fire. As my physical body convulses on the bed, my fading consciousness sinks into a deep, dark abyss. The suffocating gray walls of the present dissolve, and suddenly, the freezing rain of the city turns into the humid, heavy air of a forest from six years ago. I am pulled back. Back to the nightmare. Back to the truth. “You are finished, Your Majesty,” a voice sneers in the dark.

In the only voice that could tell it. Mine. I picked up my phone. Called Marcus. He answered on the second ring. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I want to tell you something." "Okay." "A publisher wrote to me. They want a memoir." Silence for a moment. Then: "Are you going to do it?" I looked at the letter on the counter. At the kitchen where I'd burned Flynn's letter. At the window where the city moved in November light. "Yes," I said. "I think I am.”

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

Long seconds passed before Arabella whispered, "She's gone." Matthew peeked out from under the blanket, then flipped it over, but when he turned over to get out of bed, she caught hold of his hand. "Stay with me." "Here?" "Yes. I want to know what happened after you left." "Well, it's a long story." "I don't mind listening to you the whole night. Now tell me where on earth you got so much money that you could own one hell of a gambling empire?" To be continued Update will be available every Friday night

***Naomi's POV*** -"Huh, nothing." Matt throws the book he was holding across the table. His eyebrows were frowned together, showing his growing frustration. He walks back to the Library's encyclopedia section, browsing through the nearby shelves. -"The pack's Library is enormous. I am sure we will find some answers. We just need to be patient." I say as I stroll through the book I am holding. Matt wasn't the only one running out of patience. Truth be told, mine was nearing its end as well.

he passed the cup to me. We sat in silence for a while, just my loud slurping from the hot cup of tea which tasted more like herbs to me than tea until I coughed. “Are you okay?” He asked, reaching for the bottle of water. “I’m fine. I’m okay,” I stopped him, and that was when it hit me. The last thing that happened before I passed out. “Jerry…how’s Jerry?” I asked, sitting further away from the wall. “Urm…he’s in the clinic now. There is no need to be scared, he’s gonna survive…only that he wouldn’t be able to use his hyper-hearing senses again,” Caine announced.

The man I'd been afraid of, the man who'd hurt me through years of neglect and one catastrophic choice. And I thought about what Rivera had told me, in pieces over the past weeks. About Matthew's therapy. About his public acknowledgment of failure. About the man who'd moved to another city for months because his son needed it, who'd been building something different from the wreckage of what he'd been.

I said slowly, “that maybe we’re just... broken in ways we don’t even understand?” Matteo didn’t look up right away. But when he did, there was something raw in his expression. Not pity. Not guilt. Just... something honest. “All the time.” His voice was quiet, but I heard every syllable. It sank deep, stirring something I hadn’t let rise in years. He leaned back, stretching out his legs and staring at the cracked ceiling like it had all the answers. “You want to know who I was before all this?” I nodded. “I was loud,” he said with a small, bitter laugh. “Impulsive. Reckless. I liked speed, adrenaline, danger. I was the kind of kid who got into fights just to feel something. Not because I was

“How did that affect you?” “It broke something,” I said simply. “Something I have not fully recovered from.” He nodded once. “And after that?” “After that, everything started making sense in the worst possible way. The recording that was leaked, the things that were said, the manuscript I came across later.” Matteo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The manuscript?” I gave a short nod. “She wrote it like a diary. An age gap romance story. It was very detailed and personal.” “What stood out to you?” he asked.

I looked around, staring at everyone’s faces that my eyes landed on, like a total fool. The words Hunter said were a direct slap on my face, and the words kept on playing inside my head. My legs became weak, making me fall to the ground. I was a mess, but I was not embarrassed. I have been embarrassed more than this in my life, so what else could I lose? Why me? What did I do wrong to deserve all of this?