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Somehow, that pissed me off even more. He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “You think those little tricks you learned are enough to beat an Alpha? Huh? Last time was a mistake. I wasn't expecting an attack from a mere Omega like you. But this time, I'm going to show you your place, as the future Alpha. ”I glared at him. "So let's make it interesting," he said. "Let's bet." I frowned. "Bet?" "I want us to have a real fight."

The man has refused to age. “You keep coming to me like a mouse eager to be roasted.” I observe him as he stalks to the chair on the other side of my desk. “Have you no fear?” He looks at me. “How many times do you want me to tell you that I’m not the enemy?” “It does matter how many times you say it, Voss. Everyone is the enemy.” He scoffs, tilting his head. “And that includes your human mate, huh?” My brows pull into a deep frown. “Keep her out of this.”

Adrian's father, Victor Kane, had seen to that destroying their empire with forged documents, whispered scandals, and debts that swallowed them whole. Blood had been spilled in the process, or so the shadows also whispered. Her mother had withered away under the weight of it all, her father left broken and forgotten in a cold grave. And Adrian? He had been there, complicit or at least complicit by blood, rising from the ashes of their downfall to claim even greater power. Celine's grip tightened on the tray as she wove through the crowd, her heart a steady calculated anger. She wasn't here to serve drinks forever. This was revenge. A step into the lion's den. She had spent months mapping the

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

Deep and raspy, White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s voice rang out, “Welcome to Nemesis. Let me introduce myself. I am White-Eyed Ivory Dragon, the original Nemesis’ number one.” Sigillum then spoke, “I am Sigillum, the original Nemesis’ number three.” Followed by Devastation, who said, “I am Devastation, the original Nemesis’ number five.” And lastly, Dhrishit added, “I am Dhrishit, the original Nemesis’ number six.” “From today onwards, you guys will be part of Nemesis. We are happy to have you here, and we believe you guys will be able to restore Nemesis to its former glory,” said White-Eyed Ivory Dragon.

It was someone we had once considered a friend, a confidante—a person we had never suspected of harboring such darkness. Their face was a mask of stoicism, hiding the malevolence that lay within. "So, you finally figured it out," they sneered, their voice laced with venom. "But it's too late. I have already won." With a surge of adrenaline, we confronted our nemesis, demanding answers, demanding justice. The truth spilled forth, revealing a twisted tale of jealousy, greed, and a thirst for power. The realization that someone we had once trusted had orchestrated this elaborate charade cut deep, leaving wounds that would take time to heal.

His hold on my mind is not as strong as it is and his voice begins to fade off as I get on my knees and began to crawl. "You approach him," his voice comedy fainter and weaker. “My hold is weakened all too non-existent around that prick.” "Who?" I ask my voice coming out weaker than his. "Like you My naive little Miranda, I have a nemesis," he says to me. “A self right sniveling prick, who wormed his way into the world taking all of it from me, a self proclaimed good guy, why, I can already heard the whispers of the name forming in your mind, you should know the name of the one whom you truly seek, say it Miranda, say the name of that bastard.”

“To simply put it, Daemon has amassed numerous enemies since he's from the line of predators and people want him out of the picture.” “Yeah… I'm aware.” Kelly nodded attentively. “Good.” A small smile formed on my face, “And since he is a predator, he cannot be killed. That's where Lilian comes in. She was made to be his nemesis.” “Lilian?” Kelly raised an eyebrow. “Daemon's nemesis?” “Yeah…" I laughed mirthlessly, mirroring her look of disbelief. “I can relate to that feeling.” My mind pictured the scrawny little mutt of a woman– Daemon's nemesis? What a horrible joke!

I deflected. She sighed, impatient. “The return of your beloved.” She scoffed. Her words cut like a blade, slicing deeper the longer they lingered in the air. “She’s not my beloved. My beloved died two years ago.” I exhaled. “So you feel nothing every time you see her? Your eyes don’t betray the feelings you’re carrying?” she challenged, holding my gaze. “No.” I met her stare. “Because I don’t feel a damn thing, except hatred for knowing we have an enemy in our midst who will kill us the first chance she gets.”

I lean back and Keith rolls his eyes before getting up and walking away. Now, it’s just me and the silence in the room. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Sometimes I wish I had a normal life like Emily does. No enemies. No pressure. No bloodshed, which happens often. Even if I have Emily forgive me for my actions, I don’t think she would ever like me because of who I am. I am the devil and she is an angel. Sometimes I even hate myself for who I am today. Is it because of my dad? Or is it because of my wrong choice?