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"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

Adrian had checked the room for anything that could attract the moon goddess curse, after seeing there was none he settled down with relief. “Do you think it will be easy to infiltrate the High Alpha’s pack of warriors?” Adrian asked. He was worried, all their lives had been a near death experience. He thought as Caierre had turned twenty, they would buy a vineyard and possibly grow grapes and be free of the past. But Caierre had a different plan. He wanted to go back to the Wulfren plains where his Mama and Papa souls lay to rest, then begin his revenge plan against the Slivermark and the High Alpha.

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

“Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online! “Otherwise, I’ll stab myself, and when I walk out of here, I’ll tell everyone you all ganged up on me and bullied me! Don’t think any of you will get away with it!” The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was on edge, too afraid to make the first move.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

Then I walked away — back to the dining room, back to Giovanni’s side, back to the cage I was starting to call home. But Antonio’s kiss lingered on my lips. And for the first time since the pregnancy test… I wondered if revenge was the only way out. Or if there was another path. One that might break me worse than any bullet ever could.