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“Daughter of Alpha Frank in the west and assistant to Ari…” “And Alpha Tyler’s soon to be Luna.” Tyler laughed out loud. “She… likes to say that a lot but she’s joking. There is so much to discuss and nothing final. Anyway,” he said quickly, “Mirabella, this is Mila, the designer I was telling you about.” “Nice to meet you, Mirabella,” I said, extending my hand. Mirabella looked at it for a moment before giving me a limp handshake, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Mirabella said, her voice dripping with something that wasn’t quite friendly.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

"In Milan. Five day shoot. They want the whole transformation story. Pregnancy to postpartum to fierce." "Milan" I said. My excitement dimmed. "I can't leave Nathan for five days. He's only two months old." "Bring a nanny" Miranda said. "Or bring Damian. Whatever you need. But Bella this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Ethan Brooks is photographing. He specifically requested you." "Ethan requested me" I said. "He's been talking you up to everyone" Miranda said. "He told Vogue you're the future of modeling. That you represent real women. Real beauty. They ate it up."

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

he said, I drank, the whiskey was smooth, as it burned a little. My personal assistant, Lucas, entered the room. He was a thin man, always wore glasses and looked nervous. It was why I kept him. Fear made people thorough. “Sir, a report on Mirabelle.” “Speak,” I put my glass down. “My man followed her today. Her routine was normal; Work at the cafe, home. But she made a detour this afternoon, after work.” “Continue,” my voice was calm, as I raised an eyebrow. “She went to a pawn shop, on Rue de la Misère. She stayed for ten minutes.

Laughter drifted from the guest room as I went upstairs. Mira sat on the sofa, typing on her phone. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept trying to hide a smile that would not stay hidden, so I did not need to ask who she was texting. “Bella, you’re back?” She tucked the phone against her chest. “I thought you were staying with Luca tonight.” I set my bag down without answering. Mira was the new singer signed to one of De Luca’s clubs. My mother had put her in the side wing until the club apartment was ready.

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

“Hello Joe, Nice to meet you too.” “Joe, Is Nathan staying over again tonight?” Joe went behind the desk taking his seat again, folding his hand on the table looking at me. “Yes, he is.” “But, WHY?” “He can accompany you.” Joe smiled. “What…? I have Carolyne… She can do that….” I elbowed her… telling her silently to say yes. “O no Mia, I have a shoot tomorrow. Unfortunately, I cannot.” “A Shoot for what?” “I’m a model Mia... and quite a famous one.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder dramatically…

The air around her buzzed with an undeniable power, drawing glances from passersby who couldn't help but steal glimpses of the intriguing woman in their midst. Draped in a comfortable yet stylish co-ord set, Ezra embodied the essence of a modern girl boss. The sunlight danced on her branded sunglasses, adding an air of mystery to her already captivating aura. A well-chosen ensemble complemented by an expansive bag completed her ensemble, leaving an indelible impression on those who crossed her path. Among the curious onlookers, Ezra's confident strides and undeniable presence turned heads. As she navigated through the airport's hustle and bustle, the world seemed to pause for a moment, capti

“She is not a threat, so please calm down.” Lancelot calmed down as he was assured by Ferry and Dashiel. But Adze was still not budging. And if looks can kill, I am sure Milan was already lying on the floor right now. I sighed and went beside Milan. Then I slowly pulled her away from Lancelot. “What?” Milan hissed at me. “You can’t just hug another man in front of me, Milan,” I said. “And please mind the partner of Mister Neon.” Her eyes widen when she finally realized what she did and immediately looked at the couple. “Oh my! I am sorry!” She bowed her head. “I was just carried away by the thought of finally meeting the one that I admire. I love Mister Neon’s creations.”