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There were freesia, garden roses, lilac, and others that I do not know their names. The entire time, Hudson’s eyes remained on me. Every movement is captured by his orbs and I know he wishes to say more, but I was not in the mood to hear him. Any form of conversation could only take place after I see the events that he choose to erase from my mind. “I’m coming!” Silva screams from inside her home, “I just have to take care of something real quick!” Patiently, we waited as I hummed a tune to distract my mind from the fiery gaze that was vacationing my attention. Shushing my anxiety with comforting wishes that the truth won’t be that bad, right? What would I do if it was awful, such as if he h

Silas Everyone knew Hades Sinclair. Hell, I thought I knew him better than most, we’d been close long enough to see the parts other people never did. Still, nothing could have prepared me for the line he dropped over the phone this morning. “That woman is going to be my wife. If she is the woman I’m going to marry, that means you’re going to be her lapdog. So do everything she asks, and ruin anyone who dares bully my wife. Or else, you’ll end up in the grave with them.”

The shade that light passes through easily. My lips part open again but he shakes his head. She gets closer, her pitch getting even more annoying than it usually is. “Mr Hill?” She covers the space in a minute. “Are you in here?” Her tone is sultry and soft, just the right amount of seduction. In front of me, Mr. Hill rolls his eyes, a quiet exasperated sigh slipping from his lips. I hear her stop by the bathroom and a dozen thoughts fly through my mind. What if she opens the door and sees me in here with a half-naked Mr. Hill? What will she think? Fiona and I have never been on the same page.

The jealousy settled deeper, mixing with the older inventory of refusals and controlled hungers. She continued the circuit, telling herself she was simply checking on the children the way any mother might on a quiet afternoon. Lila’s door stood half open. Inside, the fifteen-year-old lay on her stomach across the wide bed, large headphones clamped over her ears, eyes fixed on a laptop screen where a N*****x title played. The volume was high enough that Elara could hear the muffled dialogue. Lila did not notice her. Elara left her undisturbed.

Fiona flushed with anger. “Your jealousy is still strong as before, Fiona. And it was your jealousy that drove Silas to his death!” Sheryl’s suppressed anger exploded. Fiona’s pupils shrank violently. She became uncontrollably frightened, and her lips were trembling. “What… What nonsense are you sputtering? You shameless woman. Silas is gone now yet you’re still out to get me? “Guards, drag this nun out of my sight!” Fiona suddenly yelled. “Hold it!” Sharon exclaimed and glared at Fiona coldly. She sneered, “Why are you in such a hurry to drive her away, Fiona? Is it possible that you have a secret you’re unwilling to expose?”

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

One leg was dangling, his eyes closed, looking for all the world like he was bored by the very concept of our existence. "Mind your business, bloodsucker!" Silas snarled, his eyes flashing yellow. "You trying to save your little pet? We all know why she's here. The rumors are true - Lumira's nothing but a cheating bitch who moved on to a undead gigolo before her mate's bed was even cold..." The word "bitch" had barely left his lips when the world blurred. There was no sound of a footfall, no rush of wind. Between heartbeats, Riven vanished from the tree and reappeared directly in front of Silas.

A hollow, finished thing. Silas stood at the highest parapet of the stronghold, fingers digging into the cold stone as if he could anchor himself. He didn’t need a compass. The ruin of the bond was his map. He felt every slow, deliberate mile she put between them. A steady, pulling ache due west, a tide going out and taking all the light with it. Each step she took was a small, precise laceration. He could almost see her in his mind’s eye, not her face, but her back, always turned, growing smaller against a landscape he couldn’t see.

A small smile curved my lips. "Was it possible to love another after losing your first love?" FALINE POV I can't believe that I got humiliated by Sierra and Hunter. I'm sure that everyone at the office must be making fun of me and mocking me. I needed to get rid of Sierra for good because I don't want Reynard to see her. I've been trying to call him this whole afternoon, but he's been blowing me off, saying that he was busy and couldn't talk on the phone.