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"So explain this. Why do these reports not match the hundred tests you handled?" Her face drained. Her legs buckled, and she hit the floor. "No! You faked them! It's so easy now!" Like she'd grabbed a lifeline, she spun to the reporters. "This woman's crazy! I'm her closest friend—why would I hurt her? Her husband's with her day and night. He knows her best. Even he says she's insane!" The reporters nodded. "Exactly!" "These can be faked! The first hundred tests said they were mother and daughter!"

She was the perfect example—deemed too ruthless, too sharp-edged for a Don's woman. Once she understood that, a chill crept over her skin. The man she had loved for ten years was, at his core, a profoundly selfish and narcissistic Don. "What are you thinking about?" Roland's gentle voice pulled her back. "I was thinking… If back then," she said quietly, "when you tried to stop me from following him, if I hadn't argued with you and had actually listened and walked away… Would things have turned out differently?" It was a hypothetical that came years too late.

"We're done. I gave you ten years and ten shots. While I nursed your mom, you were locking lips with Julian. Every time I planned an engagement, you ditched me. I'm a person, not your toy. Why did you string me along if you couldn't commit?" I'd always kept my cool, raised to be polite. But that just got me walked over, again and again. My decency was seen as a weakness. Their expressions all shifted. Felicity clung to my hand, desperate. "Make it clear. You can't just throw away those ten years." I laughed, turning it back on her. "Who threw it away? You posted with him, never explaining." "Julian took my phone and posted it," she argued, her veins pulsing.

"Evelyn, if there’s a chance..." "Arthur, please," Evelyn interrupted gently, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at Julian, her old friend, who knew exactly how much pain she had already endured in secret. "What are the realistic odds, Julian? Don't give me the brochure version." Julian sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked remarkably human in that moment, the sterile doctor persona fading away. "Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two."

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

I need to heat up my mate and maybe, just maybe, she will purr for me again. *** Don't think I forgot about Rondy. He's about to heat up his dead vampire in Part 8.

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My chest felt tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. There were a hundred confession records and a hundred different rejection responses. The only thing they all had in common was that every single one mentioned a third person's name—Lillian Rosewood. Beryl sighed, her expression grim. "Lillian is his unforgettable first love, the she-wolf he has always kept in his heart. But she's an Omega. She's too lowly in status to be with my brother." I locked the phone screen. "What's there to miss about an old wolf who rejected my confessions a thousand times? The young wolf I'm going to mate with this time is much better."

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos