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"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

My shadows writhed faster, sharper, hungrier. And something inside me snapped. The voices didn’t vanish. They blended. They became one roar, one scream, one command pounding through my skull. ENOUGH. The shadows burst outward, a violent wave that shook the stands. People stumbled, screamed, some still chanting, some fleeing. The ground beneath my feet cracked in jagged lines, spiderwebbing across the arena. Resin shards exploded off my chest, my arms, my shoulders, scattering like black glass. The embalming was gone. The storm was mine.

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

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?

And I did not know what to do. I let my dark energy flow through me, unleashing it on the practice dummy in front of me. Shadows lashed out, tearing through the straw and burlap, shredding it into pieces. I did not stop. I kept going, pouring my fear and frustration into the attack, watching the dummy crumble under the assault. "Sage." Cass's voice cut through my focus. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at the remains of the dummy, then back at me. "You have ruined that dummy down to the dust. Is that not enough, or do you need another one?"

"No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering." We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sister, it was probably full of guilt and self-pity. But maybe, just maybe, there was something real in there too. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anthony. "My father dissolved the partnership with Samuel today. It's official." I read the message twice, then typed back. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. But it's done." "And how are you taking it?"

Nadia’s hands flew. “What happened?” I dropped beside her. “The second compound,” she said, tense. “It’s reacting to the treatment. I didn’t expect this.” Her hands didn’t stop. “Hold him still. Both hands, shoulders. If he moves, this gets worse.” I grabbed Damien’s shoulders and held tight. He was burning up. Skin like fire under my hands. Eyes open but unfocused. The shaking was so rough I had to brace, and I kept my grip, eyes on Nadia, never Damien’s face. I couldn’t afford that.

he ordered. I locked eyes with him. Sweat dripped from his brow, tattoos gleaming, jaw clenched tight. He fucked me harder, faster, the table creaking dangerously under us. “Come now,” he snarled. “Come all over this dick while I fill you up again.” The command snapped something inside me. I shattered. My back bowed off the table, a raw scream tearing out of my throat. My pussy clamped down hard, pulsing, squirting in hot bursts that soaked his abs and dripped onto the metal. Wave after wave crashed through me, legs shaking uncontrollably.