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Writer's POV Lord Nireus stood by his window, a glass of wine in hand, staring at the sky before his attention shifted to his wardrobe. "Come on, Issa," he said softly, tapping the wine glass with his finger. As if responding to his call, the wardrobe began to shake violently. "Bless Lucifer," he whispered, a grin spreading across his face. "Coming!" he nearly shouted, quickly placing the wine glass on the table. With a flick of his fingers, the wardrobe swung to the side.

I did not put up any resistance and slid into the car. As we set off, the Bluetooth speaker burst into life, Yoel's fawning voice echoing inside. "Welcome back, Miss CEO. Time to rake in the cash for me to splash."

“We are splitting up, Ozzy and Chris you stay behind and protect our flag, Nathanial and Gabriella you are our second line of defense, Sav and Kiara are going to play offense and see if we can get to the flag. I will be a distraction and swim directly for the flag above water. Sav and Kiara you need to hold your breaths and swim for the buoy form underneath and retrieve it. Sav how good can you hold your breath?” he asks through the mind link.

The sun barely filtered through the glass walls of Antonio Fashion’s headquarters, but already the floor was humming. Rafael paced outside the boardroom with two tablets in hand, his face tight. Ximena watched from inside her office, sipping black coffee, calm despite the static around her. The **Uncloned Line** had dropped just eight hours ago. No announcement. No credits. Just one sentence: *“The original cannot be replicated.”* And now? It was **everywhere**.

“To the market. In your condition.” “My condition is bored.” He sighed. “Fine. But I’m carrying everything. And you. If you get tired.” The market was loud. Too loud. People stared. Whispered. “That’s the new Lady Virel.” “She’s huge.” Lyra ignored them. She touched everything. Tiny socks. Tiny hats. A wooden horse. “This one,” she said. Picked it up. Kael paid without looking at the price. “You’re going to spoil them.”

Very fair. The days passed quickly, and Havenmist entered the rainy season. Every afternoon, the downpour arrived on time, washing away the sticky heat. One humid evening, after working late, I returned to my apartment and had just started cooking instant noodles when my phone received a message from the secondhand marketplace. The buyer who had bought my wedding dress sent me several photos. The first showed the dress on a bright-smiling girl. She stood in front of a simple backdrop, her eyes shining, her face full of happiness.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”