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Nerissa rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Can't you think any words, Isabella? You are so redundant already. You are going to prove yourself... you have your rights... damnit! But look, you are still clinging to your fake hope, because the truth is, you can't accept that I am already the real wife and the real mother."

The championship final unfolded on a neutral venue under lights that felt brighter than any they had ever played beneath. The stadium was packed — eighty thousand voices creating a roaring sea of sound that pressed against the chest like a living thing. Banners waved in every section: some still carried old skepticism, others celebrated the journey with “Truth Embraced” and “Love on the Pitch.” The air was thick with the smell of rain-soaked turf, nervous energy, and the sharp tang of history colliding in real time. Westbridge United stood across the tunnel as fierce rivals once more, their eyes carrying every leaked photo, every taunt, every attempt to tear Martin and Damien apart.

Warning: Strong scenes of violence. Night of the murder. The red princess… The perfect family... That's what we were in front of others: my father, a prestigious lawyer; my mother, a housewife who kept fit; and my little sister, a sweet girl with a bright smile. Wherever we went, we were the talk of the town and received compliments all the time. Anaís lived in that reality, in that fucking false reality.

"More than what he's offering. All I ask is that you persuade your husband to tell the truth—for his own sake and for my mother's justice. Your husband didn't do it in the first place. The real culprit is still out there, living freely." At last, she nodded. She would speak to her husband. I hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. Maybe three thousand dollars wasn't enough to buy someone's conscience after all. Zach's offer was laughably stingy—an insult to anyone who still had a shred of dignity left. When I returned to the villa, a breaking news alert flashed across my phone screen. Tensions between Zach, Matt, and Kayla had reached a boiling point. Zach had refused to invest in Kayla's bran

I turned around to get away. "Imagine, how powerful father will be if one of the King brothers became his son in law? You are snatching away that power from him. You know him, Celia. Jonathan will go to any extent if it gives him more power. " After talking with Ryan, I realised truths are such a soothing things. The truths coming out of Amy's mouth are devastating. My steps stopped in the middle when I heard her. I watched her over my shoulder, she isn't smirking or laughing or warning me. She is serious. " Technically, Alexander is still his son in law." I said. She moved her shoulders in an awkward way.

I sighed sadly for my poor self and short height and my malnourished body. "So like what do you do for work?" I asked, trying to change the subject. As I asked this question, I noticed both of them tensed and looked at each other, like they were communicating with their eyes. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Raul cleared his throat, looked at me, and said, "Well darling, we own a chain of clubs, restaurants, hotels, and the largest companies in the world." Ok, I must admit that's cool. I mean, I knew the moment they told me they owned a private jet that they were loaded. But that just proves my point even more. "That's nice; you must be proud of your achievements." I said shyly,

She called me before telling Troy that she was pregnant every time and I did the same when it was my turn. Troy found a new Beta in the Blood Mood pack. He originally wanted Creed but Creed refused, saying he didn't want that much responsibility. Troy's new new Beta is a fun and relaxed woman that's a few years older than me. She is good at calming Troy and keeping him grounded. She and her mate are happy in their new home and the pack adored them both.

Alexia’s POV “The hell she is!” Diego screams. I feel Stephen grip my hand tightly, as if he is trying to protect me from something. Everyone is up in arms about what has just been saying and Victoria sits there with a smirk on her face. What is happening? The king once again raises his hand to make everyone settle down. Diego sits back down, but I can see that he is struggling to keep his wolf under control. “Nick, please continue. I want everyone to remain silent no matter what you hear. Nick has been given a truth serum that my personal mages have made. He cannot lie no matter what.” My eyes widen, knowing that this means we are finally going to know what has been going on.

There's a factual meaning behind it, but it confuses more than it exposes my mind. "Ragnar, please have the media away from me before I alight." "Yes, Sire." The driver hurries to do as he's instructed. "How about we finish our discussion some other time, young dragon? Let's do some shopping now." A ghostly smile dances on his lips. I itch to curse him again. He calls buying a human for enslavement and to gradually suck their blood dry "shopping“? A maniac. I open the door by myself while he waits for me to come to his side. There's a red carpet prepared for us and rails that separate the media from reaching us. Deadpan and unfazed, Lord Lucas proceeds into the Referendarius building.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”