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Her landlord stood outside, holding an umbrella. His expression was impatient. “Good morning,” Luna said quietly. “Your rent.” Luna's heart sank. She had known this conversation was coming, but hearing those words first thing in the morning still made her stomach twist. “I don't have it yet.” The landlord's face remained unchanged. “I told you yesterday. I need it today.” “I know. Please, just give me a little more time.” “There is no more time.” Luna stared at him. “I've already rented this apartment to someone else. They are moving in today.”

His massive, bloody hands—still raised to strike—hovered uselessly in mid-air as his rigid frame slowly began to melt under the deep, tongue-swallowing pressure of my lips. Sucking the metallic taste of his blood with my tongue, I pulled back just an inch, locking my eyes directly into his pitch-black gaze. Completely ignoring the blood splattered across my face and white dress, I let a sly, challenging smirk spread across my lips. "Matteo..." Nova said, her fingers gripping his bleeding chin firmly, keeping her voice perfectly clear so the entire square could hear. "I think my blood pressure is fine now, and I’ve changed my mind about the strawberry lemonade... You are taking me back to tha

An alliance with the Rossi family would steady his succession. He found me at a Manhattan auction house and said, “Marry me on paper, Elena. Six months. Long enough to quiet my council.” I should have refused, but I only asked, “And when your men start calling me Donna?” His mouth curved. “Then answer like one.”

Like she was trying to reconcile the girl who left with the woman standing in front of her. "I heard you were in the area," she said slowly. "Running some kind of business." "A renovation and property management company," I said. "We've been here for a few weeks." "That's impressive," she said. By evening, everyone in pack territory knew that Lena Cole was back. Nadia came by that weekend. We sat on the porch of the farmhouse with coffee. The land stretched out in front of us. Quiet. Peaceful. "People are talking," Nadia said.

Liam jerked his chin at the window. “No way.” Nora did not believe him. It was impossible for someone to climb to the 18th floor unless he had some superpowers. Liam let out a long sigh at how slow she was. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Liam Keaton, your new neighbor.” Nora widened her eyes. “For real?” “When have I ever lied to you? ” Nora recalled that the unit opposite them was currently vacant for a long time. However, she wasn’t aware that it was under sale.

A short guy appeared beside me with two trays full of different kinds of colorful desserts. “Oh, you’re up Mr Vla..” “Thank you Bruno!!! That’ll be all” “Wait! What did you just call me??” “I am sorry Mr Noah. I will leave now” The guy looked like he wanted to slap that Bruno kid when he called me. It was kind of unsettling. “Okay. I wanted you to have a good meal first before talking about you but Bruno just spoiled it. Okay, here we go… So I’m Noah, I own this land and that was Bruno, my assistant.”

It was the complete opposite of the confident, talented, extroverted singer on that stage. I thought she was just a rouge! Just some poor homeless rogue. I thought I was doing her a favor by taking her in. Thought I was helping her. She was beautiful, yes. Of course. She’s always been beautiful. So I’d simply followed the mate bond’s instructions and named her Luna. The video ends and he hits replay again. How was I to know she’s the daughter of an alpha King? He watched her on the stage, radiant. She’s more beautiful than ever…

"You have not brought a woman home since Isabella died." The mention of her name made my jaw tighten. "Nora is different." "How?" Clara asked. "Who is she? Where did she come from?" "She is payment for a debt." I kept my voice steady. "Landon signed her over to me." Adrian raised his eyebrows. "Darius's son? The hospital empire family?" "Yes." "And you accepted her?" Clara's tone was skeptical. "Why would you want another person's burden?" Because she looks exactly like Isabella. Because seeing her face made my dead heart beat again. Because I could not let her go.

The glow had returned to her cheeks, and her eyes no longer carried the weight of yesterday. Unbeknownst to most, another student had quietly resumed—Noah Bradford. He had arranged everything before arriving in London: a cozy apartment not too far from the university, surprisingly leased through Mr. Simmons, the same agent Mia once dealt with. In fact, Noah now lived in the very same building Mia had rented her apartment.

"Happy now?" She nodded. Couldn't speak. Noah stood up. "I'm going downstairs for a bit. I need some space to think." "Think about what?" "About why my fiancée is acting so strange." He walked to the door. Stopped. "And why she doesn't want me talking to Carmen." Then he was gone. Sienna sat frozen on the bed. Her phone buzzed. She looked at it with dread pooling in her stomach. Landon. "Tick tock, Sienna. Twenty four hours until Carmen ruins you. Better figure out what you're willing to do to stop her."