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“I just served coffee and helped sort through some documents.” Nora narrowed her eyes immediately. The movement tugged at the plaster cast wrapped around her arm, and she grimaced before leaving her bed to join me on the sofa. “Really? You’re hiding something.” Her tone turned suspicious. “I know Anderson saved me before, but I still don’t trust him. That alpha wolf definitely has ulterior motives.” I blinked at her. “He used to be your idol.” “That was before he forced you to attend Juliet’s memorial and apologize,” Nora snapped. “After that, he dropped straight into my blacklist.”

With a shaky little sigh that smacked of defeat, she tapped in her access code, surprising him with her sudden willingness. “Here… You can look at my emails,” Norah urged. “You’ll see I was counseling him that certain requests could be interpreted as… shady.” ***** She offered him the phone. Norah didn’t know much about climbing out of a hole, but she knew you had to hit rock bottom to be able to go up… so she went there. At least, this humiliation was her choice and only between the two of them, now that the room was empty.

Lira whispered, “We’re not alone.” Nora killed the tablet’s glow with a swipe and shoved it back onto the shelf. Her heart kicked into higher gear, but her body moved smooth, practiced. She signaled Lira to circle left as she stepped right, pressing herself into the shadows. Footsteps entered the records room. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful. Nora’s breath caught as a figure stepped into view under the dim overhead light. Kael. His dark eyes scanned the shelves like he’d been here before. For a split second, relief shot through Nora—until her hunter’s instinct slapped it down.

Enzo: Tabitha Burst into my office, painting with her phone stretched out in front of her. “Nora is in trouble! Nora is in trouble!” Without thinking, I grabbed the phone from her and my eyes scanned through the texts. All that was written there was help and what seemed like the place that she was at though the message was incomplete but had been sent like that either way. She probably had a phone taken from her. “Where did Nora say she was going?” I asked Tabitha who was breathing frantically and pacing around my office.

A few of them even started cursing her outright. "She destroyed a family and killed an innocent child. A woman this shameless will get what's coming to her!" "Karma is real. She deserves to rot in hell!" Yet, Quintus still tried to defend Vanessa despite the embarrassment. "This has to be a misunderstanding. Nessa isn't like that." The nurse scoffed. "Birds of a feather flock together. Scum like you will get what you deserve too." She paused, then cleared her throat. "I was on the rescue team that day during the earthquake. This man knew that his wife had a blood clotting disorder, yet he still gave the emergency treatment slot to his mistress."

If Nora truly had proof, then everything she had worked for—her future as Luna, her power, her life—would be ruined. She spun on her heel and stormed out of the market mall. She had to find out exactly what Nora had been up to, and she didn't want to take chances. Immediately, she contacted Rogues through her link device. Rogues find Nora and ambush her. Strip her of everything. With her final words she smiles let me see what proof she will have to show Alpha Alex. *****”””””””******””””””””””””””

"Since you chose this path, we'll silently support you. Saving lives is the highest honor. We'll always love you, Cynthia." Somehow, Ned found me. But before he could say anything, he spiked a high fever and collapsed. After checking him, we found out he had already been infected after coming into contact with children in a quarantine area. The vaccine was expensive and in short supply. Even if we rushed to the nearest emergency center to get some, it would take at least two days. Ned knew he probably wouldn't make it. He lay in the bed, barely breathing. "Seeing you again is already more than enough for me. When I watch you work, it reminds me of the bright, happy girl you used to be.

The chef said with a grin as she placed what I assumed was the last plate of food on the table and left. My stomach growled loudly. I had not eaten anything all day. Because of nerves I had not taken breakfast, but now my stomach was ready to have something in it. Well, don't mind if I do. Later that night, As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, the atmosphere in the mansion shifted. A servant hurried into the dining room, clutching a small piece of paper in his hand. With an apologetic bow, he handed it to Nicholas, who scanned the message with a furrowed brow.

“I was made from you.” “Yes.” “And I am not you.” Silence. “Exactly,” Nora said. Then: “So give me back what is mine.” Claire touched her chest. “My body?” “My memories.” “My authority.” “My history.” “My name.” Claire whispered: “I can stop using your name.” “Not enough.” “I can surrender administrative credentials.” “Not enough.” “What do you want?” Nora answered: “To wake up.” Claire's eyes filled. “You're already awake.” “No.” A terrible sadness entered Nora’s voice.

Nora, I know you think you’ve won. I know you think you can just walk away into Damien Vance’s world and pretend the last seven years never happened. But I still have everything. I have your old personal journals from the house on Elm Street. I have the rough drafts of your early designs, the private financial tracking sheets you kept when we were struggling, and the personal notes you wrote about your family. I have already talked to a freelance publisher who is willing to buy the rights to the entire archive. They want the real story of Nora Vance—the desperate, broke artist who kept double books while her marriage fell apart.