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She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

Chapter 7 Vanessa's POV “Marcus! Wait, can….. I ask you something?” I stammered as I reached out my hand but he had locked the door behind me. What the hell have I put myself into? Why did I sound so confident when I know I can't even be a match to just one of the rogues nor the whole rogues and omegas of the pack! Vanessa, this is just my end! This is just it!” I cried out to myself as tears streamed down my eyes. What if he is telling the truth? Just what if it is all about to be my end!

I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel. Then my phone buzzed again and I knew very well that it was going to be another message from the unknown number. Unknown Number: “You looked beautiful in court today, Vanessa. And I loved the fire in your eyes when you accused him. But Damon isn't your real problem, I am. And I am closer than you think.” I read the message and my chest tightened until it hurt me enough that I was unable to breathe. Then another vibration followed. Unknown number: “I was there, just like I promised. And you looked breathtaking even in your rage. Damon doesn't deserve your attention, Vanessa. That belongs to me. And soon, so will you.”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” “Behind you,” she gasped, eyes wide. But Roman had already turned—too late. Vanessa stepped from the shadows, holding a pistol. Her face was pale, her expression wild, unhinged. “You should have loved me,” she hissed. “All of this could have been avoided.” Steve raised his gun from across the room. “Drop the weapon, Vanessa. It’s over.” “No!” she screamed. “You don’t understand. I was supposed to be the one. Not her. I’ve given everything. I followed you for years—protected you, lied for you, did your dirty work. And you chose… her.”

the voice said. Vanessa’s spine stiffened. “Who is this?” “You’re fighting someone who archives everything.” The line disconnected. Vanessa stared at her reflection in the dark glass. For the first time She wasn’t strategizing. She was reacting. And reaction meant vulnerability. Meanwhile, beneath Amara and Lucas’s building The same black car returned. Engine off. Lights dark. Watching. Not maintenance this time. Not a test. Waiting.

a voice said behind her. Maya spun around, and her blood turned to ice. Vanessa stepped out of the shadows, a gun in her hand and a smile on her face. "Vanessa?" Maya's mind couldn't process what she was seeing. "What are you—how—" "Surprised?" Vanessa laughed, the sound cold and cruel. "You shouldn't be. Did you really think Ethan would choose you over me? Did you really think you could destroy him without consequences?" Maya's thoughts raced. In her previous life, Vanessa had seduced Ethan months from now. But here, in this timeline, Vanessa was already involved. Already working with him.

The door slammed shut with metallic finality, muffling the distant music to a faint, mocking throb. Pain radiated through my hands and knees, but the real wound was the humiliation—burning, searing. Laughter drifted from the deeper shadows near the dumpsters. Vanessa emerged slowly, cigarette glowing between her manicured fingers, the tip flaring orange as she inhaled. She was dressed in sleek black that blended seamlessly with the night, her expression a perfect blend of amusement and cold contempt. “Rough night,” she said smoothly, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled in the chill air.

VANESSA’S POV Freedom didn’t feel like air. It felt like smoke — thick, dark, and dangerous. I have just been lazing around my condo, having bubble baths and champagne, I looked out my window. A black car was waiting outside. Sleek. Expensive. Familiar. When the window rolled down and I saw Don Enzo, my heart skipped — not from fear, but from the thrill of the game returning. “Get in, Vanessa,” he said, his voice a velvet blade.

She had dismissed my pain, insulted my name, and stood right beside him when he treated me like nothing more than property. Now, she was here ... vulnerable and pleading. “Why are you here, Vanessa?” I asked coldly. “To finish what you started?” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “No. I came to warn you.” I froze. “Warn me?” Vanessa nodded, swallowing hard. “Zac… he isn’t dead.” The words hit like a blow. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “Damon...” “He thought he killed him,” Vanessa cut in, voice trembling. “But Zac escaped. He’s hurt, but alive. He’s hiding in the Shadow Ravine with rogues loyal to him. And he’s planning something...something worse than before.”

Feigning a smile, Vanessa replied, “I see. Then I won’t accept the vase. I can’t take something I didn’t earn.” The staff hesitated, unsure what to do. Taking advantage of the moment, Vanessa swiftly slipped past him and rushed upstairs. “Wait! Miss Saxon!” the staff shouted after her. Inside the VIP room, Luca and his assistant heard the commotion just as Vanessa burst through the door. Without hesitation, the assistant hit the circuit breaker, plunging the room into darkness. Vanessa, desperate to escape the pursuing staff, stumbled into the pitch-black room. Suddenly, she tripped and fell—bracing for a hard landing—but instead, she was caught in a warm embrace.