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All the evidence pointed to one undeniable truth—Holden had wronged Anria from the very beginning. He had pushed his sister, who depended on him completely, into a bottomless abyss. He had allowed Anria to suffer in that prison. He had used forbidden drugs to strip away the last of her life force. He had sent her back to hell because of another pathetic lie after her awakening. Holden spat blood onto the snow-white report. The crimson hue in his eyes faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair. He had been wrong in the most disastrous way possible. He stood up, swaying unsteadily as he walked toward the door, like a Rogue whose spine had been ripped away. "Anria…"

When I looked at him, he was smiling, looking very proud. I ignored everyone else and matched up to the place that used to be my room. My laptop was exactly where I left it. Picking it up, I packed up a few of my things and was ready to leave when the door opened. I expected it to be Desmond, instead, Scott stood there, eyes red, glaring at me. “You are not leaving me for him.” “I'm sorry, what?” “You heard me. You cannot be with my brother, that's disgusting.” I took a deep breath to make sure I was hearing right.

Nothing. Two years where a young woman should be building a career, dating, living loud the way the young do, and instead there was a flat gray space where the facts should be. I turned the page and the next one was worse. “This is wrong.” I sat forward and I read it again, slower, the way I read a contract. And the more carefully I looked, the worse it got.

He lets me drag him up. “I promise,” he mutters, wiping his eyes, “it’s not always about me. You’re just so perfect that you hardly have problems that aren’t from the characters in those books you read.” I hug him, saying, “I understand.” And I do. But then I pull back. “How about… if I say one of my problems out loud, and you distract yourself by solving it?” He frowns. “What problem is that?” I take a breath. “So you see… when your brother took me to a sex shop and told me he owns a sex club and toy company—”

What he should have done the very day Amelia returned home from Paris. He would tell her the truth. *** He stood just a few steps away from her with his hands in his pocket and an evil smile on his face. "What are you gonna do freak?" He taunted as he approached her and she step back quickly "your brother just called you a nerd freak aren't you gonna do anything about it?" She forced back her tears reminding herself that Andrew doesn't mean it. They are forcing him to do this. He's her brother and he will never hurt her on purpose.

“Nova…” “No.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. “You don’t get to rewrite history. You cheated. You lied. And you left me bleeding while you smiled. Don’t stand here and tell me you want me back just because you can’t stand that your brother treats me better than you ever did.” For the first time, anger flickered across his face, the smooth mask cracking. His jaw clenched, his tone sharpening. “Better? Adrian doesn’t do better. He controls. He manipulates. That’s all he knows. And if you think for a second that he’s going to choose you over his own plans, you’re even more naïve than I thought.”

Ezekiel's Pov Travelling had always been easy— my private jets, watch, boardroom, foreign hotels– always familiar, controlled spaces where nothing unexpected ever touched me, but this trip— it felt different. Every single mile between me and that house only sharpened the one thing I felt I could outrun. Sleeping with my brother's wife was a mistake, but now– it felt like something I was dying to repeat. Lauren Wright— I mean Lennox, all thanks to him, she should have been mine, damn I'll treat her better.

Leaving me alone with Ethan. The silence between us grows heavy. “You’re not going,” Ethan says. “That wasn’t a question.” “I know.” I sigh. “You don’t get to control my life.” “I’m not trying to.” “It sounds like you are.” His gaze softens slightly. “No.” “Then what are you doing?” For a moment he doesn’t answer. Then he steps closer. His voice lowers. “I’m trying to stop my brother from making a mistake.” “And I’m the mistake?” His eyes meet mine.

Then, by chance, I noticed the custom watch peeking out from beneath his sleeve. I had designed that watch myself. Then I had hired a famous master craftsman to make it as Nathan’s birthday gift. And now, it was on Ethan’s wrist. Rage burned through me. I ripped the watch off him. My nails scraped across his arm, and blood welled up from the cut. I looked down at him, murderous rage filling my chest. “You think you’re worthy of touching my brother’s things?” Ethan cried out, clutching his bleeding arm as tears streamed down his face.

The brother's name was etched into my memory like a scar. Sterling Whitaker. No. Sterling Whitaker was the boy. Sterling Whitaker was the Alpha. My thoughts scrambled, the sheer exhaustion of the cold night muddying my mind. Sterling Whitaker. Sterling Whitaker. I squeezed my eyes shut. Sterling was the one who got into the car. The brother who stepped out of the mansion—the massive, lethal Alpha whose glare made my blood run cold—was Sterling Whitaker. No! Sterling was the younger one!