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"Carson! Give me the money from selling the apartment!" She slammed both hands onto the coffee table. "That was our shared property! What gives you the right to keep all the money for yourself?" I set down my coffee cup and looked at her calmly. "Shared property? Jeannie, I still haven't settled the matter of the 500,000 dollars in wedding funds you stole. And now, you're here demanding money from me?" Jeannie immediately threw a tantrum, yelling and making a scene. Everyone in the lobby turned to stare at us.

On the day I was reborn, I returned to the day we had to choose our partners. My sister, Leah Boyer, snatched the mating contract from our father's hands and signed her name beside Kane Rodriguez, the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack. "I want to marry Kane." Dad froze. Just yesterday, she had been crying that Kane had lost eight Lunas in a row and that whoever became his mate was doomed. Now, she clung tightly to the mating contract, afraid I might reach out and take it from her. I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous lives, she had chosen Derrick Callahan, her childhood sweetheart and a werewolf warrior. In the end, he squandered her private fortune, and she died surrounded by deb

The attendant lowered her eyes. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I meant Mr Danquah." Adesewa smiled faintly. "That will do." When the attendants had finished, she dismissed them and stood alone for a moment. Her father had once told her that a crown was not heavy because of its gold. It was heavy because people placed their expectations inside it. She touched the pendant. "Let me be worthy of it," she whispered. Then she walked out. The council chamber was already full.

“Thank you for your highness’ generosity. This subordinate will not fail your trust.” Crow bowed as he left the royal study with a bright mood. He is merely an unimportant and distant side branch descendant of the Royal Ark clan, and he does not have the means to give his mother and sister a good life, but the gold bars in the small box could allow their lives to be brighter for the following year. Thinking of the huge reward promised by the crown prince, Crow stealthily took his belongings from the training room before stopping by his house to give the money to his mother and sister as he instantly disappeared in the following night.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

Rumors hinted at a connection between their family and dragons, their blood carrying a mysterious poison. In that moment, she realized that fate had brought Adelstein into her path. This was her opportunity, her chance to manipulate their power for her own purpose. They would become her pawn in the game of vengeance, a means to reclaim what was taken from her. In this life, she vowed to bring swift and merciless retribution upon all those who had inflicted suffering upon her. “Greeting to the grand duke of Adelstein,” the dean greeted, flanked by the knights of Windsor. The contrast between Adelstein and Windsor was stark. The powerful presence of the Grand Duke of Adelstein overshadowed the

“But it comes at a price. The Crown doesn’t just amplify strength—it corrupts. It feeds on ambition, twisting even the noblest heart into something monstrous. That’s why Alaric hid it.” I felt a chill run through me. “Do you know where he hid it?” Maelis laughed softly, the sound devoid of humor. “Even if I did, do you think I’d tell you? The Crown is not meant to be found, Elior. If it’s resurfaced, then we’re all in far greater danger than you realize.” Her words stayed with me long after I left the Den. The Crown wasn’t just a weapon—it was a curse. And yet, someone had been willing to kill Alaric for it. Someone who either didn’t know or didn’t care about the cost.

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

The same necklace Luciana had been claiming as hers. Leandro named it Nostalgia. My fingers trembled slightly against my glass. He did it. He actually fought for the copyright like he promised me few weeks ago, but I’d been so busy lately I didn’t even realize how far he’d gone to make this happen. “I-I thought Cindy was supposed to announce that necklace?” My head snapped toward Luciana. Her voice cracked slightly, and I caught the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her breathing was shallow, panicked, and her perfectly composed mask was starting to crumble.