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“Come in.’’ I stated shortly. The door pulled open gently and Merit walked in with an unfamiliar girl. ‘‘Good evening, my lady.’’ They both bowed, but my eyes refused to leave the strange girl. “Where's Ava?’’ I decided to find out what is going on in a less curious way. “Ava found her mate, my lady. He doesn't belong to our pack, she left with him.’’ Merit answered and I felt my heart shriek in pain at the news. But it was for the better right? I was definitely gonna miss her. I released a light sigh as u nodded. “I'm Ember, my lady. I promise to serve you in every positive way I can.’’ The girl bowed again.

I could see sympathy and helplessness in her eyes as she apologised. When I heard Ember's name again, I was caught off guard, unable to react at first. I sat there, frozen, for what felt like ages. I couldn’t understand why her presence still haunted my life. She had been a weak, stubborn human. Yet, over time, I started to realise that her place in my heart was slowly changing. She felt like a curse sent by the Moon Goddess. Always able to torment me effortlessly. If the secret I’d buried deep inside ever came to light, my peaceful life would crumble in an instant.

Then the news notification banner stretched across the screen in block letters she could read from the pillow: SKYFALL EMPIRE BOARD CALLS EMERGENCY VOTE — HEIR'S MORAL FITNESS QUESTIONED. Below it, a still image — blurry, shot through glass, clearly taken from outside — of the two of them in the mezzanine lounge. Her bare shoulder. His hand on her back. Their mouths together. Victor hadn't needed a remote control and a transparent mirror after all. He'd just needed one person with a long lens and a media contact.

I simply knew the pressure he was under and cared too much about his pride, so I pretended not to like those things. "Isn't that the jerk who pretended to be broke and made his girlfriend work to pay off his debts?" "That's him! He even used the money to keep a side chick. How disgusting." As the whispers and accusations grew louder, Eric fled to his car in a panic. He could not understand why the truth had suddenly been exposed. As he replayed every detail in his mind, he called Joe. Joe sounded shocked. "Mr. Sterling, didn't you read the messages I sent you? Susan created an account online and has been documenting your daily life together. After Ms. Emerson found out, she also uploaded vid

"But who is she cheating on? Is it Maverick Hurlington?" "No, not him. Alessandro is going to be her mistress." Emberly's laughter rang out. "Everyone knows their friendship, Alden. They're also clean business partners with no suspicious rumors. I think Maverick Hurlington is a good match." "No! Gustav Alessandro is the easy one." "I'll make it all natural. If necessary, I will trap the two of them. Now you have to endure the engagement for a while, Honey." "You have to do it!"

Sera's breath caught hard in her throat. Ember Academy — Chapter 26: The Instructor's Truth "Instructor Renna." Sera's voice came out barely above a whisper, disbelief and horror tangled together in equal measure. "You're the one who was in that stairwell." Renna's face, illuminated fully now by pale moonlight through the chapel's broken roof, looked older than Sera had ever seen it, lined with something that might have been guilt, might have been exhaustion, might have been both combined into something she'd been carrying silently for far too long.

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

Ember. The woman moved through the space with a kind of haughty confidence, her eyes scanning everything in sight. There was an unsettling air about her—something that blended arrogance with underlying insecurity. It was like watching a storm roll in, always on the verge of breaking, and Bella couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before Ember’s volatility exploded again.

Memories of her childhood flashed through Ember’s mind as she navigated through the route leading to the secluded mansion. It had always been her sanctuary, a place where she had felt safe and loved. Now, it was nothing more than a desolate reminder of what she had lost. When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion