Novel & Cerita Oblivion More Unfinished Business

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

Mason is probably on his way home unless he’s working late. I hear voices as I come downstairs, it’s Mason and someone else. They’re arguing and Mason sounds pissed, I’m a little far a away to hear what they are talking about and I should probably go back upstairs but my curiosity gets the best of me and I follow the sound of their voices standing just right outside Mason’s home office door. “How could you do that? That project was supposed to be my legacy.” Mason’s dad shouts at him. “Your legacy? It’s a project that is going nowhere, the whole board made the decision to end it and focus our energy on something more productive for the company.”

“Livia is still in hiding, but Nathan has been spotted in Milan. If we find him, we find her.” I exhaled slowly, hands pressing against the table. “And what happens when we do?” Levi’s expression darkened. “We take back the ledger. We erase every trace of this life so there’s nothing left to hold over us. No more enemies, no more unfinished business.” It sounded so simple when he said it, but I knew better. Nothing about this life had ever been simple. Still, a part of me wanted to believe it. Wanted to imagine a world where we weren’t constantly looking over our shoulders, waiting for the next attack.

Olivia was not just another life snuffed out — she was a warning, a message that would reverberate through the human world like a rock tossed into a still pond. I slowly turned to face my men. They were simply observed in the dark, motionless as statues sculpted from the night. The work they had undertaken had been finished, their hands dirtied in the blood of my revenge. They didn’t require my gratitude or compliments — they understood their functions, their mission. But there would be no time for resting. There was no room for complacency. The night was far from over, the road I’d chosen a long one, unyielding.

The floor pulsed, as if the very foundation of the estate was exhaling after centuries of being strangled. And then, it was done. No explosion. No burst of magic. Just a quiet, irreversible shift. Like a company dissolving after three hundred years of unethical operations. Clean. Final. Undeniable. Olivia lowered her hand. The circle broke. And the Bloodbound was no more. Hours later, Olivia stood in the birthing wing. White walls. Dim lights. The air thick with antiseptic and anticipation. She lay on the bed, breathing in slow, steady waves.

Elena had stopped making a fuss about the whole thing and walked out. "What's going to happen now?" I asked, turning to Seth. "I don't know either!" Seth replied, staring at the floor. I understand how painful it is to build a company and then watch it being burned down. It took both of us years of commitment and dedication before we built the company to the stage it is currently, and now it is gone in a twinkle of an eye. "We have to wait to receive another message from Alpha Lucian before we know which step to take," Seth said, interrupting my thoughts.

"We didn't just crawl out of the mud and slaughter our bloodline to hand our keys to an old man in a bunker, Vance. If his vanguard steps into this basin, we'll feed their plating to the lowland furnaces." ​Vivian looked up into his burning gray eyes, her heart hammering with a high-satisfaction, ruthless thrill. The local board had been completely cleared; her toxic ex-fiance was broken, her past-life executioner was dead, and the corporate syndicate that had stolen her family’s legacy was liquidated to the last credit. The game had just grown infinitely larger, but she carried the absolute economic and atmospheric monopoly of the entire region in the palm of her hand.

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

That was new, she noted, and let herself count it: not resolution, just a fact that hadn’t been true two arcs ago and was true now. Nothing here had closed. The alliance had held but not been declared safe. The legacy was larger and still unexplained. Roan’s cost stayed live and unclaimed. Vera’s shape had narrowed and stayed unconfirmed. Hollis’s name kept arriving from directions nobody could account for. Ashworth’s hostility had changed its nature entirely and hadn’t finished changing. But she could hold all of it now without her hands shaking. That, at least, was hers. “Tomorrow,” Ivy said, mostly to the fire, “I want to talk about that place your contact mentioned. The one connected to

He had a Blood Moon Hunt to attend, a former mate to observe, and a pack to frame for genocide. His wolf snarled in protest. His conscience screamed warnings. None of it mattered. He had made his choice. Just as Marina had made hers. In two days, when the blood moon rose over Bloodfang territory, their choices would collide in ways neither of them could imagine. The game was in motion. The pieces were moving into position. And somewhere in the shadows, Obsidian Nightprowl smiled, watching his carefully laid plans unfold exactly as he intended.