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' Mirabel queried, eyeing her husband with disgust. Shawn returned her disgusted stares. 'Maybe you should just pluck out my eyes since you want to take my free will to use my sense of sight!' He replied to her sarcastically and got back to eating his food. Mirabel was angered by his response. 'Maybe I should!' She hissed. Mirabel glanced at Sheena, her eyes filled with contempt towards the poor girl. Mirabel didn't understand why Sheena was so likable and it irritated her. Her jealousy towards Sheena was over the top.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Oh shit. “A queen cannot rule a people she does not trust, makes me wonder how you hope to fulfill your future role.” Mirabel mused, one delicate hand covered in expensive black lace on her chin. Megan paused, now she saw the trap clearly, she was being baited into speaking against her future subjects, it would be used against her, she knew. She had to applaud Mirabel for her deviousness. Looking at Rhode, she quirked her lips, I told you she was bad news. She reported proudly, but Rhode's brows wrinkled instead.

Mirabel adddes as she asked her best friend. “Ummm, I don’t know, anything would be fine by me,” Cercei replied as she smiled at her best friend, “I would order burgers for both of us right now, we have chilled juice in the fridge that we would use to eat the burgers when the delivery guy brings it, you should go freshen up right now and put on anything sexy, a bumbshort and a tank top should do!” Mirabel said as she tickled Cercei and smiled sheepishly.

Mirabel took a bottle of water from the table beside the couch, uncapped it, and then gulped it down, she stood up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later after she had brushed her teeth and also rinsed her face. She picked up her phone which made a sound that woke her up, it was a message from Arabella which read. ~~Sunrise, Sunshine Mira!! time to wake up and make breakfast for Axel. *Giggles* I'll remind you this every day till your early moon is over *Wink*

“It has two floors. The first floor has three rooms and one balcony and the third floor has two rooms and one secret room.” “Secret room?” Noelle raised her brows in confusion. “Your husband wants a house that has a secret room which means a safe room. Let me show you.” He led them upstairs and entered the second room. They stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror. “Here it is.” He stepped up to it and clicked codes before the mirror whirled around and revealed a white room. “Come on in.”

---------- After breakfast, while Jackson was helping clear the table, Aunt Carla pulled Mirabel into her room for a quiet talk. “Sit, honey,” Carla said gently, closing the door. “Before you leave, tell me about this boy you like. The one you mentioned the other night. Where does he stay?” Mirabel’s heart twisted with guilt. She forced a small smile, looking down at her hands. “He’s… just a classmate. He stays not too far from our area.” Carla smiled knowingly and rubbed Mirabel’s shoulder. “You should make the first real move, sweetheart. Life is short. If you want him, go for it. Don’t wait for

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

• • • FOR ADULT READERS ONLY • • •️️️ I shouldn’t have wanted him. Not when he was older. Not when he was untouchable. Not when he was my father’s best friend. Not when he belonged to a world I was never meant to step into. But I did. I was five years old when I decided he was mine. Standing at his wife’s graveside in the rain, I held his face with my little hands and told him I would grow up and be his. He said: Is that right. Not a question. So I kept my word. Adrian Keller. My father's best friend. The man who watched me grow. The man who built an empire on control. The man no one touches. The man I wasn’t supposed to want. Fo

The piece moved from Lillian to me. Mirabel, who had been placed in the Whitmore household at age ten to fill the space Lillian’s absence had created, who had lived for twelve years in a house built on a decision she had not known existed, who had at twenty-two returned to a life that had a different name in it.