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After her working hours ended, Kathilyn was organising her desk before going back home, when she suddenly felt someone approaching her from behind. "So, are you going to have dinner with me?" She heard Benjamin's voice from beside her ears. "Dinner? Sure if it's on you. I mean you owed me for embarrassing me in front of everyone " Kathilyn rolled her eyes at Benjamin. "Isn't it the opposite? You're the one who should pay since I helped getting you out of trouble." Benjamin scoffed sarcastically. "Alright, I'll pay." He continued before walking out of the office. "I'll wait for you in my car." He said again and made his way to the door.

“What's with this new high?” I rolled my eyes. “What?” “I mean, your mockery is on a whole other level. Can't believe you could keep up a straight wicked face like this when it came to Enoch. But I'm happy you're back. So, as a welcome back present, you know that company could go under with just a phone call from me, right?” The way he said it, the manner his voice was soothing and reassuringly endearing almost made sorrowful water gather in my eyes. So thoughtful. He was like a brother anyone could have asked for.

The smugness and malice in her voice made my mind go completely blank. More and more voice messages from her kept popping up. "Not only can we get back all the money we gave her for the groceries in the past, but every one of us can get tens of thousands of dollars extra. "We would've gotten peanuts if we'd left that money, which is only about a thousand dollars each, in a bank account. We're going to make a killing from giving it to Jessica instead. You guys should really thank me, you know. You wouldn't be making so much money if I hadn't suggested this back then."

I stood back, watching the chaos. Only when security yanked them apart did I speak. I didn't need to yell. My voice cut through the noise, crystal clear on the mic. The whole room froze. "Gavin Censori." He flinched. The fight drained out of him as he looked at me—eyes wide, like maybe there was still a shot. I walked over, staring down at his wreck of a face. Time for payback. "Remember? Seven years ago, you came to me with a dream and a mess of a plan. Said you wanted to build something real. Change the world. You actually had this light in your eyes back then.

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

"Does someone like me, quiet and private, really seem like the type to party with lowlifes every night? Have you ever seen me with friends like that?" "And look at my company, Dominic. I run a tiny startup with secondhand furniture and outdated computers. If Evelyn really funneled all that money to me, where did it go? Where's the nice office? Where's the expensive equipment? When your guys trashed my place, did you see anything worth more than a few hundred dollars?" "Dominic. I know you love Evelyn. I know you hate me. But for once in your life, think. Does any of what she told you actually make sense?"

But I am left asking myself. Will he ever come back or is it just a lie I'm telling myself? My friends have been there for me in every way possible: Eric, Riana and Karla. They have been there for me emotionally, physically and even financially. Yes, financially. I went bankrupt. My dad was able to put everything he ever gave to me back in his name. Yeah, that's how sick the devil of a man is. And the little money I get is from the book I published and the one that I am currently writing.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

This time, however, the backlash was subtle, quiet, the kind that eats away at reputation. Daisy felt a mixture of relief and satisfaction. Natalie had, perhaps unintentionally, begun to unravel her own ambitions. But Daisy knew that even a fall like this might not be enough to stop her. Natalie would heal, and when she did, she would return with even more hatred in her heart.