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"Love you from Aria. I hope this makes him feels better. I woke up with my head hurting so bad. I wasn’t prepared to go to work as usual looking all worked up. I looked around and all I could see was a letter beside the bed which I read through carefully. Aria isn’t that bad I thought, no one would have thought should be this nice to me , even after all she’s been through with me . Why on earth is she making this so difficult to have my revenge on. Could Adrian be mistaken Aria for someone else I thought.

My tears spilled hot and fast, soaking my hands as I buried my face in them. Memories crashed in—childhood punishments for things I hadn’t done, Marielle always chosen over me, my voice never heard. She lied, and I was punished. Always. And now she had taken Adrian too. Adrian… My chest squeezed tighter. I had trusted him. I gave him everything—my time, my loyalty. I even worked for his company without pay when it was falling apart. He was supposed to be my safe place. My home. But now it was gone. Everything was gone.

Now her name is everywhere, her reputation is on the line, and every move she makes is being controlled by someone she cannot see yet. But one thing is certain. This is not a coincidence. It’s a trap. And whoever set it… Clearly forgot one thing. Alexandra Fisher Hale does not lose. It’s a billionaire dark romance, and for my readers who enjoy only MM stories, I’ve decided to also drop another book next week because I love you all. The MM story is titled: Revenge Served in a Wedding Dress Blurb: Revenge was never Caleb’s thing. He didn’t believe in it, didn’t live for it, and definitely never thought he would become the kind of man who would destroy someone just to feel whole again.

It felt like a trap, a promise, and I was already too deep to climb back out, but in all honesty, I didn't want to, I wanted Francis and Aileen to feel what I felt when I bled my baby out. Slowly, I reached for the goblet. His eyes lit up like fire licked across his pupils. “To revenge,” I whispered. “To love that tastes like war,” he replied, and I lifted the drink to my lips. And the moment the liquid touched my lips, the world shifted. The fire in my veins roared back to life, and I knew— Yasmine was dead, and Mrs. Azrael had been born. "Take a seat," Az said, pulling a chair out for me at the table.

Chapter 48 Ravenna's POV He finished talking. The room held everything he had said in it, the rebirth, the wolf, the mate bond, the word Lycan offered plainly like a fact that didn't need dressing up because facts didn't. I sat very still. Not frozen. Not the stillness of someone overwhelmed. The deliberate stillness of a woman choosing not to move while she took inventory of what she actually felt, because reacting before you understood what you were reacting to was how you ended up in a chair with a rope around your wrists.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. I rolled my eyes mentally. I checked my purse for paper and a pen. I found a small piece of folded paper but no pen. “Can you go get a pen from the barrister at the counter?" I batted my eyelashes like I had seen Robin do earlier. The poor guy must have been so eager to get some, he practically sprinted to the counter. The things I do for revenge, I rolled my eyes and unfolded the piece of paper. There were tiny words written on it, I squinted as I read it.

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“Let me save you the trouble—I don’t do revenge for people. If someone wronged you, that’s your battle to fight, not mine.” She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to decipher my words. "You don’t protect your people?” “I protect my people,” I replied. “But I don’t meddle in their personal vendettas. If they need money or resources, I’ll provide them with the tools to handle their problems. But revenge? That’s a burden I don’t need on my shoulders. Heaven might not be too forgiving of me as it is.” Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. I leaned back in my chair, letting the silence stretch between us.