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She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

“It’s not from the men.” That made him lift his gaze. Victor placed a sealed black envelope on the desk. No return address. No seal. No fingerprint trace. Professional. Deliberate. Dominic opened it without hesitation. Inside, A single sheet. Thick paper. Minimal ink. Three lines. "You removed what was not yours to remove. Collateral does not become property simply because you place a ring on it. Return what belongs to me" No signature,ure. No threat written explicitly. But the implication was clear.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

But I can tell from their builds that they're female students. They're searching for something. Going through my things methodically. One of them finds my grandmother's journal page. The one that fell from the book in the restricted section. She takes it. The vision fades. "They stole something," I say. "The page from my grandmother's journal. The one with my family crest." "Why would they want that?" "I don't know. But it's the only thing actually missing. Everything else is just destroyed." Now Nova calls security. Campus guards arrive within minutes. Along with Professor Cael.

"This night went from 'art opening' to 'psychological thriller' very quickly." Sienna managed a weak smile. "Rain check? I need to, I need to go home. Think. Process. Figure out what I'm supposed to do with information I didn't want about a man I'm trying to forget." "He's the three-month mistake?" Claire guessed. "The one who inspired the drowning painting?" "He's the three-month mistake who's apparently dismantling his entire life because I left," Sienna said. "And I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that information."

Alaric Harper. Stiles snapped the page, the pop of his little camera a silent lightning in the blackness. He snapped the next page, and the next, taking a portfolio of damning proof. It was all here. The origin of the whole, building-burning scandal, recorded in the tidy hand of a master thief.

The photographs didn’t leave Adrian’s mind. Even after Evan swept them off the table and shoved them into a drawer, even after he’d murmured soft reassurances that “nothing will touch you, I promise,” the images burned into Adrian’s thoughts. Every picture had been taken without his knowledge. Every smile, every glance across a table, every moment where he’d felt like maybe things were normal—captured, observed, stolen. And the words scrawled across the bottom of the page kept replaying like a drumbeat:

“But he—” “No excuses, Dianna,” Loveth interrupted firmly. “You’ve spent your whole life second-guessing everything. Stop thinking ‘what if’ and start living in the moment. Clinton is making an effort. He’s trying. You wanted that, didn’t you? So embrace it. Win him over. Make him yours. "You need to learn how to capture his heart—how to make him crave you, need you. You have every tool you need. You’re beautiful, kind, and you have a gentle charm that’s impossible to resist. Use it."

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

"The First Mother’s blood line is active. The modern houses have grown soft in their little cage. They thought they could bury her memory, but prophecy cannot be bound by stone and treaties." "I did what you asked," I said quickly, my voice rising in a desperate bid to conclude the transaction. I reached into my cloak, my fingers brushing against the crisp, ancient parchment I had stolen from the library hours before Professor Themis could find it. "I tore the final page from the book cause I couldn’t afford to steal the whole book but the last page is the most importantly part.” The stranger turned his head back toward me as he collected the page from me. "You have done well, little one," h