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I instantly felt like crying after hearing what Mom said. In my past life, I never mentioned it to Mom and Dad because I didn't want to trouble them; after all, they were already very busy with their law firm. I deeply regretted it when I saw Mom and Dad holding my body and crying so hard that they couldn't pull themselves together after I died. It was because of that that the very first thing I did after being reborn was tell Mom about what was happening at school.

"I. will not. break." A harsh laugh issued from him, low and sinister. He could sense the darkness spreading through him fully now, tethering him to a sinful compact. It was as if a shadow had been laid across his own soul, drawing him further into the depths. "I will rise from the ashes of my own ruin," he spat, as the final vestiges of the man he once was were stripped away. "And the Citadel will burn. They who abducted my daughter will go up in flames with it."

Not untill Noo"I screamed jolting myself to reality I touched my face and saw it was teary When will I ever stop crying? Will I ever stop crying? When my life is ruined ,my once cheerful life was taking away by greedy money bags with the snap of their fingers I won't stop at nothing to destroy them all My life is already ruined I never featured myself as an assassin but my thirst for revenge made me who I am I dreamt on being an air hostess but nature made me an assassin I dreamt of flying my parents around the world with my brother Jake but they destroyed my ambition and you think I won't make them pay

"You went through all this trouble to invite everyone here, Annabelle. What exactly do you plan to announce?" Although Hayden was not looking at me, he stopped peeling the apples. I was just considering what to say when I heard a sudden exclamation. Whitney had accidentally broken her fruit bowl. She raised her bleeding hand and ran out, crying. Hayden looked at me hesitantly, but in the end, he still followed her out. My best friend, Florence Austen, nudged me. "Are you doing alright, Anna?" I concentrated on eating my food even as I replied, "I'm perfectly fine."

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

He said and as he said that, I felt everything in me crumble as I nodded. “You might want to play smart and not return, but trust me, if you do that, my blood will rot in him and cause him to return to an even worse condition that’ll lead to the worst death possible.” He said and I felt everything in me dissolve as I swallowed. “I’ll return, I swear. I’ll do it. I just want to save him.” I said as I wiped my tears, relieved that I could finally save Alaric. What was life after being rejected by two mates anyway?

I pressed the button on one, feeling it vibrate faintly, then hurled the lot of them across the cobbled floor toward him. They clattered, rolled, then burst. One by one, sharp cracks detonated, each pop followed by a hiss. A chain of tiny explosions lit the ground, scattering sparks and vomiting thick smoke into the air. Within seconds, the area transformed into a choking haze, curling clouds of white swallowing Kelvin whole. He staggered back, cursing, slicing his rod uselessly in the fog. I didn’t wait. I slammed on the gear and twisted hard, revving until the engine screamed, skidding the rear tire against the cobblestones.

"You're a disgrace to our college. What a thankless person!" Emily was reduced to tears when the criticisms piled up. Without warning, she fell onto her knees before me. "Julie, I never planned to hurt you. I am thankful to you for sponsoring my education. That's why I've been staying by your side to repay that favor. I never wanted to bring you harm." Feeling bad for Emily, Elijah stood before me to explain, "Julie, this might be a misunderstanding. Em is a kind person. She'll never harm you. That footage explains nothing. Maybe that powder was glucose—she didn't hurt you."

The words are still recited: 'With this final gaze, I condemn you, betrayer. For the blood of my mate and child, your own shall turn to dust. May your loins be cursed with barrenness, your lineage a dying whisper on the wind. The beast you serve shall forsake you, its power rotting in your very veins. You and your kin shall decay from the inside out, a living death for a bloodless crime. Only when the true-born, the marked, and the slain are offered willingly in your place, shall this blight be lifted from your name.'

I was the destroyer who held the poisoned cure. I stood by the entrance, the tainted thread a sickly ember in my hand. Its light pulsed irregularly, each flicker a painful throb behind my eyes. I could feel the chaotic echo of my own heartbreak within it, a feedback loop of anguish. To channel this into Maia, even with the purest intent, would be an act of violence. It might restore her leg, or it might simply overwrite her with my own shattered consciousness.