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"Sophia, what happened? Why did Ethan's clan suddenly receive severance orders?" I looked at the man beside me, who leaned back in a victor's pose, golden light flickering in his eyes. "Mother, I'll report the details later. But rest assured, I won't endanger pack interests. Our new partner is of Adrian bloodline—we'll ally with them from now on." Shocked silence on the other end. My perceptive mother sensed something amiss. "Has Ethan betrayed you?" Tears fell like broken pearls as I desperately suppressed my wolf's roar.

(Warning: Violence scenes. Do skip if you feel uncomfortable) Unknown Street, Italy 10:00 a.m. "For how long we're going to be stuck here, it sucks" A blonde girl spat in a disgusted voice while dusting off her skirts. "Oh, just shut up Sophia, I don't even get why that dickhead paired you with me?" Emily snapped at her. Sophia just rolled her eyes at her and scoffed. "Don't you dare offend me Agent 007. My shooting skills are the best in the whole Agency. Don't forget I won the award for best snipper two years before. Oh! how would you remember? You weren't even there that time in CIA. Sorry, my bad!"

"That woman must have gotten a filthy illness like that because she's been sleeping around! Now that we've kicked her out, she's probably dead somewhere on the streets!" Charles chuckled darkly. "Easy. I'll just call her, and we'll know if she's dead or alive." I looked out the window and watched as the rainstorm turned into a snowstorm, and the temperature dropped even lower. The ice age was coming. I curled my lips. Was I the one who was going to die? I think not. Then, my phone rang. Slowly, I accepted the call, and the other end seemed to be surprised. "You're still alive, Jennie?"

The computer hadn’t been shut down. The display had gone to sleep. He tapped on the spacebar. The screen lit up. The coverage from the Swiss news outlet took over the whole display. The headline practically burned his eyes. “Foreign Couple’s Wedding of the Century—Groom: Love Is Priceless.” The article featured a photo of Jordan, in a white suit, taking Molly’s hand.

At his side, Jacob’s fingers flew swiftly over his keyboard, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “I’m tapping into Rathbone’s surveillance feeds and communications—every camera, every call. If she’s anywhere near danger, we’ll know,” he promised, his voice steady but tense. But with every breakthrough came a heavier price - the stakes climbed steeply, and so did the tension suffocating the shadows that closed relentlessly around Lena. ~”~ Meanwhile, inside the ancient, ornate Rathbone estate, where history whispered through gilded hallways and the weight of old secrets clung to every stone, Jeremy and Lena’s fragile truce deepened over months of quiet, shared confidence.

Hugo put down the fruit knife, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and tapped on the screen a few times before handing it over. "Here's the report 007 provided as a post-mission service. It spells out the ending of that world. It's a legit source. No fake news here." I took the phone from him. On the screen were a few paragraphs of factual text, like a summary of a person's profile. "Target: Jenny Green" "Final Ending: Mentally unstable and living in destitution."

His fist clenched the glass shards tightly, as if he wanted to embed them into his skin. At that moment, his silhouette radiated sadness, and his usually captivating eyes were now bloodshot. "This isn't the kind of watch she likes," he murmured. His voice was heavy with despair. Ayla was naturally oblivious to the fact that the watch had been chosen by Ambrose and me, and she forced a sheepish smile. "Ralph, maybe Mabes has different tastes now. Come on, it's just a pair of couple's watches, Ralph. Remember your birthday last year? Didn't Mabel go out of her way to get you the perfect gift?"

I sat on the bed in the guest room until 3:00 a.m. There wasn't any noise coming from Jeffrey's room next door. In the meantime, I used the new phone that Helen had bought me and found a fairly good apartment. It was just dawn. The whole house was silent. I held my leather shoes and went out barefoot. When I walked outside, I suddenly saw Jeffrey's car. Next to the car, a person leaned against it, playing with his phone. I was afraid to see Jeffrey standing there.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Besides ambition, he had nothing. I had been by his side through every kidnapping crisis, every assassination attempt. I had a natural gift for business. I could have built my own empire. Instead, I buried that woman and became the one who waited by the villa window. I thought it would all end with a ring. Instead, all I got was a necklace rotting in the trash. I pulled out a suitcase and began packing my things. The butler heard the noise and came over, curious. "Signorina, where are you going?"