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Mira watched her, conflicted emotions swirling inside her chest. “I don’t feel sorry for Seraphina,” Mira said quietly. “Not really.” Becca nodded. “I didn’t think you would.” “But I do want this to end,” Mira continued. “I want Desmond gone. I want Blackwood free.” Her voice cracked for the first time. “And I want Jack back.” Becca reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “We’ll get him.” Mira stared at the door separating them from the men planning war. “We have to.”

Reaching across the table, she gently caressed Mira's hair, hoping it'll comfort her. Then finally, her sobs reduced, and she dried her beautiful face with the back of her palm. "Ready to tell me how you got here and why?" Lena said, trying her best not to sound rude. Mira sniffed and nodded. "It's Adrian." She sniffed. "He was arrested by Interpol last night." A sob escaped her lips once more, and she put her hand over her mouth to shield anymore, which she knew was coming. "Oh, god," Lena muttered, remembering the text from Thane the night before.

Mira Vaughn. “I know her.” “She’s your ex-assistant.” “No. She’s Juliette’s half-sister.” ⸻ They found Mira in a flat outside Berlin. Quiet, remote, barely livable. Zara met her alone. Alec waited in the car, watching every shadow. Mira opened the door with trembling fingers. “I told her I wouldn’t be part of it again,” she said before Zara could speak. Zara stepped inside. “But you kept the money.”

Grabbing Jia's hand, she spun her around. Without a word, Mira's palm struck Jia's cheek, knocking off her sunglasses. "How despicable" Mira spat, her voice shaking with grief and rage "to show your face after killing my innocent child" Jia's fists clenched tightly, the urge to slap her back burning fiercely. But she swallowed it down. She would not fall into Mira's trap again Calmly, Jia bent to retrieve her glasses and slid them back on before speaking, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You should be in showbiz. You would be an A-list actress..your performance is so convincing that I almost believed it, Mira"

asked Mira in confusion. "Aren't you going to meet again?" asked Jenni again in shock. "What for?" asked Mira again feeling strange at Jenni's question. "It was a nightmare that I should have forgotten!" she exclaimed angrily. "I don't know how I could do such a reckless thing!" Mira complained as she rubbed her forehead. Jenni, Reni, Tari and Santi looked at each other while keeping their mouths shut. "Mir, listen to the recording carefully and think before making a decision. Are you going to let go of a powerful man like him?!" asked Jenni again carefully.

Mira instantly became agitated and struggled desperately. Soon, the cloth covering her eyes was ripped away and several masked men appeared in front of her eyes. She blinked desperately, signaling that she had something to say. The men seemed to read her sign and removed the objects from her mouth. Mira breathed a sigh of relief, "If you guys are looking for a woman related to Matthew, why don't you go after Serena, Serena is Matthew's wife, she's kind of the closest woman to Matthew and Matthew cares about her very much!!!"

But tonight, the place felt colder, emptier. Mira stood near the window, silhouetted by the glow of city lights. She was wearing a sleek black dress, her hair pulled into an elegant bun. She turned slightly as I entered, a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Cross,” she purred. “Always so punctual.” “Mira,” I said, closing the door behind me. “What do you want?” She turned fully now, her arms crossing over her chest. “Word travels fast, darling. Especially when you go around slaughtering my men at the docks.”

“You have the drive?” Lena nodded, holding it up. Mira rose from her chair, moving closer with the caution of someone who’s spent years expecting betrayal. “Do you have any idea what this is?” she asked. “We were hoping you could tell us,” I said. She studied me for a long moment, then motioned us toward the table. “Close the door.” When we were seated, Mira connected the drive to a small terminal—a patched-together machine made of obsolete tech and custom circuits. Lines of code spilled across the screen, dense and encrypted.

As Mira went upstairs, unaware, Rosie’s eyes darkened. Later that night, Mira lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the lecturer’s praise. John’s smile. The feeling of being seen—not pitied, not tolerated. Seen. Her phone buzzed with a notification. Unknown Number: Mirabel Roland. Her heart skipped. She stared at the screen, breath shallow. Then another message appeared. This is about your enrollment. She swallowed. The world felt suddenly very quiet. Mira stared at the glowing screen, unaware that across the city, a file bearing her name had just been completed.

MIRA After the gala Petra texted me at eleven forty-seven at night, which told me she had been awake thinking about the evening and could no longer contain herself. The message said: Tell me everything. Use full sentences. I was already in bed, in the particular state of not-quite-sleep where the mind is still sorting the events of the day into their proper files, and I lay there with my phone for a moment before typing back: Tomorrow. Her reply was immediate: Now.