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And to think that this was already less painful as compared to if Keira had to experience due to the fact that my Shadow was also preventing him from doing more. Finally, Viktor snaps out of it, dropping me to the ground. He stares at me in disbelief. “What the fuck?! Who said you could do that?! I may still be bonded to you but you’re getting on my goddamn nerves if you don’t stop messing with me!” “Then kill me. J— just kill me because I will never ever b— be like the g— girl you met before. I will n— no longer kill j— just to p— please you…” I coughed out, my words coming off stuttery as I continued to gasp for air.

With voices raised to their limits, they poured every ounce of their strength into this final attack, fully aware that this was their sole opportunity. *Sizzle-WHACKK!!**SMASHHH!!*... The resounding clash echoed through the arena. The violent collision shook the surroundings and unleashed a blinding flash. The heavily fortified arena shattered and cracked under the force of the impact. The mesmerized spectators couldn't tear their eyes away from the spectacle, witnessing dreamlike images, unwavering determination, ambitions, and passions that had given rise to the awe-inspiring miracle before them. Just in time, the automated system deployed another, larger, protective glass arena cover over

She was hidden behind Viktor, behind her pack, behind guards and loyalty and walls. She was untouchable, unless I found the right crack. A smile tugged at my lips, small and dangerous. Viktor. He was her shield, her strength, the one thing that kept her from breaking. If I could weaken him, Kari would shatter. And a shattered Kari would not be able to hold Titan’s heart. I pressed my hand against my chest, breathing fast. The idea grew sharper, clearer, as if it had always been waiting for me to discover it.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

A long crack visible across the screen. “Dammit!” I was at the verge of crying. I flung the phone hard. It shattered, shards and pieces of it littering the alley. I dug my nails into my skull, raking them through my hair. If I dug harder I might bleed. “Fucking stop that, Vaelora.” It was the first time I’d ever heard him say my name. He hauled me to my feet, his hand gripping my waist, drawing me closer to him, but I was too disoriented to notice any of this. “Calm yourself down.”

he said flatly. "I don't want to see her," I whispered. He sighed impatiently, as if I was exhausting him. "Can you stop making a scene? She didn't do it intentionally. I already told you. She bought those vitamins for me. She wasn't trying to hurt you." I pushed through the stabbing pain in my chest and forced myself to respond. "How could it have been a mistake? The packaging isn't even close to mine." "Do you have to be so dramatic? You're fine now, aren't you?"

I scream, every fiber of my being torn between fury and heartbreak. His face hardens, the moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it came. “Too bad.” His voice is cold, final. “You’ll have my love whether you want it or not. You’ll have my name, my ring, my baby.” The force of his words slams into me, but I can’t let him see me crumble. I grab a nearby vase and hurl it against the floor, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room as it explodes into a thousand pieces. My heart races, but I don’t care. Anger and pain push me to the edge.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

"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?"

With a loud, angry scream that sounded like a wild animal, Victoria spun around and slammed the tablet against the hard stone wall of the private box. CRASH! The screen shattered into a million tiny, glowing blue glass shards. The plastic casing split right down the middle, bouncing off the stone and landing near Kany’s feet. But Victoria was not done. She grabbed a crystal glass of expensive champagne from the side table and hurled it at the wall, too. SMASH!