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The thought stung, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was some cruel joke. The fleeting spark of hope was quickly extinguished as Vivian's venomous words echoed in my mind. The memory of her scornful tone made my mood plummet. "You're not worthy to be loved by him," she'd sneered. "You might only be fortunate enough to be part of his harem." The words stung, and I felt a familiar pang of insecurity.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Mr Dennis said before moving away from us, accompanied by his assistant. Scott moved towards the table Mr Dennis had kept the present and picked it up. He stared at it as if it was some sort of garbage. "I can see my godfather has great taste. He could sense a worthless piece of item even without unboxing it" Scoot sneered. "Come on Scott, don't be like that. A gift is valuable no matter how worthless it is" I spoke in a sarcastic tone. I could not ignore the venomous stares Grace was casting at Scott and I. It only motivated me to taunt her more.

Lizzy scolded right away upon seeing Elowyn’s choice. Elowyn felt embarrassed when she heard that. It wasn’t like she didn’t know, but she couldn’t afford the better phones. “I ….” Lizzy bit her lower lip upon seeing that she might have slipped up with her words. Seeing Elowyn flushing like that, she felt a bit embarrassed. That wasn’t how friends should treat each other. Or at least in their case, new friends. With her other friends, she was even harsher.

And she'd given up everything for him. Her family. Her home. Her brothers' protection. All for a man who saw her as nothing more than a stepping stone to the Council. Luna's wolf whimpered in pure despair. She'd tried to warn Luna, sensing something wrong. But Luna had ignored her, convinced herself her wolf was just nervous about leaving their family. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't listen. But apologies couldn't undo three years of abuse. Couldn't erase the scars, the broken bones that had healed wrong, the poison slowly killing her wolf.

The glee on Scar's face faded, he looked like a child whose treat had been snatched away. He walked dejectedly back to the tool table and picked up a rusty blunt dagger then strutted back to Kilan. I gulped a larger amount of wine while watching Scar pick up Kilan's middle finger indifferent to his pathetic pleas and screams. He drove the dagger into the finger at a slow pace. Kilan's screams filled the room and I savoured it. Closing my eyes to feast on the wails of the young man. Scar picked up the second middle finger, driving the dagger back in, deliberately slow to enhance the pain.

I try not to smirk. Across the table, Isolde and Sora are locked in a metal chess match that mirrored the political rivalries of their families. Sora’s eyes are sharp, her movements subtle but deliberate. Each pawn is a probe. Each bishop a misdirection. I watch them for a moment, reminded again that even leisure here has the weight of strategy.

I only stole quick glances from the corner of my eye when he was buried in paperwork or staring out the window, his face half-hidden in shadow. If our eyes ever met by accident, I'd flinch and whip my head away. That afternoon, I got a call from Bianca. "Alessia, my dear sister," she cooed. "You must be miserable, aren't you? Has that disfigured monster been torturing you? Hahahaha! You'd better hang in there." Her sharp, gloating laughter crackled through the phone. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. I wanted to fire back, but after a lifetime of her bullying, it was like I'd forgotten how to fight back.

At 18 years old, Valentina Sharpe drives away the older woman who wants to keep me as her lover. When she learns I need money, Valentina drops out of a prestigious university without hesitation and plunges into the black market she once hated most. Over the next eight years, she lifts me out of hell and gives me a new life. Everyone respectfully regards me as one of the heads of the Sharpe family. Then a college student shows up with a marriage certificate bearing Valentina's name and flaunts it in my face. A small Polaroid shows the two of them pressed tightly together. The young man laughs mockingly. "You think you belong in the Sharpe family? Get lost! If you don't, I'll make you re

''Bullshit,'' She replies, causing my eyes to widen. ''Excuse me?'' I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue on as she takes a few steps closer towards me. Her right hand holding onto her phone, shoving it towards my face, making me lean my head back in surprise. ''Scandals . . . '' She scoffs, shaking her head, ''Don't feed me with lies as if I'm a child, Gabriel. We both know about your pathetic reputation,'' She scrolls down her phone, her nose scrunching in disgust; showing it clearly through her expressions, ''Look at this,'' She adds.