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then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

“Oh, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Isla.” Miranda finally looked at me, like I had just appeared out of nowhere. There was a brief pause, and in that moment, I caught the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, followed quickly by something sharper—dislike. “Hi,” she said curtly, before turning straight back to Lucas like I wasn’t worth a second more of her time. They began catching up, slipping into easy conversation. I listened quietly, piecing things together. She was Mrs. Morgan’s niece, who was in her late twenties, recently returned from studying abroad, and was currently completing some kind of professional training. And today, apparently, was her birthday.

Maya had repeatedly told them not to let Miranda break her contract, but now, their plans were all spoiled. Miranda's lawyer turned out to be the number one lawyer in the capital, the great Lawyer Johnson? Why would the great Lawyer Johnson come here just to help Miranda negotiate a matter as small as terminating a contract? This lawyer charged by the minute, and it cost an arm and a leg to hire him! Could it be.. that Miranda's backer was this lawyer? Even until she had walked out of Golden Ray's building, Miranda was still a little dazed. She hadn't expected this stuffy and stiff-looking lawyer to be that fierce Were all the lawyers in the entertainment city's legal department so epic?

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

"You are just the one I am looking for Mira. The pack guards are looking for you. Meredith smiled. "What do.........?" I was about to ask but she replied instead. "You are under arrest, Mira, for breaking pack law and for murder." I glared at Meredith while Mira held onto my hands, squeezing it.

she demanded, her eyes darting between Isla, Liam, and Regina. Regina turned to Miranda, a smug smile on her face. “This man is trying to assault me!” She pointed Liam Lockwood. Miranda’s eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she stepped forward and slapped Regina sharply across the face. The sound echoed in the stunned silence that followed. “Say one more wrong thing about my cousin again, and I’ll kill you, you fucking psycho,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. Isla felt a rush of gratitude for Miranda’s fierce protection, but the situation was spiraling out of control. The crowd was buzzing with whispers, eyes darting between the four of them, and Isla could feel the weight of the

“I’m asking for basic.” Behind her, the lobby door opened and a gust of air moved through the hallway. And with it—more people. A camera crew. Not a big one. One handheld camera, one microphone, one producer with sharp eyes. The kind of crew that showed up when someone tipped them. My blood went ice-cold. The producer’s gaze locked on me. “Ma’am,” they called. “Are you Mira De Vera?” Jared moved between us without touching me, a wall built out of calm.

Haziya flashed a smile for him, before saying something she drank a few sips of mineral water. "There's no need to apologize, Anis. It's not a mistake that you want to pay attention, in fact this is the right way. Instead of you having bad thoughts. Bang Shabir and I have had our own lives. Yes, as I told you on the phone, he has remarried with Vina is even though she doesn't want to divorce me. I don't know what she really wants. If she is really happy with her new life, let my status be clear. The man who came earlier has helped me to leave immediately so I don't get into a fight with Vina. He's Zaweel, my best friend's brother Miska. Zaweel offers his services to become a lawyer at the tr