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He looked pitiful and those who had known how arrogant and ruthless he had been wondered if he knew he had inflicted such terrible pain on other people before? "For taking over my pack by subtilty and killing my father, you will pay for it with your life. But unlike my father, you will not die once. You will experience a slow death, dieing everyday in a gradual and slow way. And for subjecting my father's remains to a shameful end, you will have no graveyard nor will your corpse be crinated. You will be mutilated and dumped in the forest to rot away. That is how you will end up. And you Brenda, I had promised to hand you over to Derick, you and your daughter and as I speak, your daughter is

that peak she had always wanted. Sh was a slave to her own emotions, a slave to her pain and she lived in her head for some long. She tjrived on self pity yet she wanted deep change, Anna was broken and now she feels she has been fixed the the thing about broken people is that they stay broken no matter how much time passes by...they will remain shattered.e

The creatures screeched and burned as they touched the fire, but more kept coming, kept pressing, kept trying to find a way through. The noise was deafening. The heat from Kael's shield was intense, and sweat dripped down my face. The ground beneath us began to shake, cracks forming in the stone as the fire heated the rock. Then the floor gave way. I screamed as I fell, the torch flying from my hand, the darkness swallowing me whole. I felt Kael's arms wrap around me, felt his body twist beneath mine, felt him pull me against his chest and cover me with himself. Then everything went blank.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

Because under the anger, under the confusion, under the pride of a man who’d just been outmaneuvered in his own building, there was something else. Want. The elevator doors closed, and Seraphina let out a breath she’d been holding for three years. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at her reflection in the polished steel doors—this new face, this new woman, this beautiful, terrible creature she’d built from the wreckage of the girl she used to be, and she whispered to the reflection: "Don’t you dare feel anything for him." But her heart wasn’t listening.

Then it broke loose, ripping outward through me like a storm finally unleashed. I shattered. Pain tore through my veins, then disappeared, like my blood had been drained empty. My body lost its form, bones screaming as they fractured, everything splintering at once. I fell apart into fragments and was swallowed by the frozen shell, my remains blending into it until nothing of me was left.

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

I took the pleasure in using Raven as a punching bag, bruising him, taking out one of his eyes, and then blessing his soul with a bullet. But now, I'm stunned beyond words. It's not often I come across people I killed again. “I had to pipe low and take everything you have. So, here I am, your conqueror.” I hate that gleam in his eyes. That smile on his lips. I hate this moment. I hate that I'm broken. Helpless. I look to Liam for a minuscule pity for his father, but I find none. All I see is victory. “Well, I've gotten everything. The wealth. The underworld. Everything. I was basking in the victory until I saw those goddamn pictures!!!”

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”