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At lunch, she joined Joy and Eve at their usual table. She didn’t say a word. She simply held up her hand. Joy screamed. “Oh my goddess,” Joy breathed, clutching Bella’s fingers like they might vanish. “It’s real. You’re really his.” Eve grinned. “Taken off the market by royalty. I’m so proud.” Sandra joined them moments later, tray balanced easily in her hands. She studied the ring, her smile turning knowing. “It suits you.” Joy blinked. “Do you know what ring that is?”

" Dante glanced at me, looking somewhat hesitant. After all, he used to know how much I treasured this ring. He explained to Nova, "The moonstone ring is a memento from Emby's mother. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. She treasures it and never takes it off. Give that back to Emby, and I'll buy you one exactly like it." "Alright…" Nova clutched the ring and smiled at me. "Then I'll give it back to you." I had an ominous feeling, and the next second she suddenly let go. I rushed forward unprepared, trying to catch it, but I was still a step too late. The moonstone ring hit the floor and shattered into two pieces.

BOOK 4: WHILE SHE WAITED Chapter 1: The Missing Rings There are days when the universe seems to unravel just to make you bleed, slow and deliberate, like it's savoring the ruin. Today should have been perfect—sunlight pouring like gold over the garden archway, chairs wrapped in ivory ribbon, champagne chilling in silver buckets—but beneath it all was a crack I didn’t see until it split open. My sister’s wedding day, and everything was in place except for the rings. Somehow, they'd vanished. And that’s how I ended up in the upstairs guestroom, hunting them down. That’s when everything twisted.

“You okay?” I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Just needed some air.” His gaze lingered a little longer, like he didn’t believe me—but he let it go. “Then let’s get you home.” As we walked out together, I could still feel Ethan’s presence in the night air, his voice echoing in the back of my mind. But this time, I didn’t let it break me. I’d already been broken once. And I was no one’s shattered thing anymore.

It wasn't a jewel or a weapon. It was a small, silver signet ring—the crest worn smooth by time—and a scrap of vellum, folded into a tight square. With trembling fingers, Ellie unfolded the paper. The handwriting was elegant, slanted, and hurried. To my little star, If you are reading this, the seal has broken. Do not look for us in the places of the living. Look for the weaver’s knot where the three rivers meet at the spine of the world. The fracture cannot be mended by magic alone; it requires a heart that knows the weight of both the moon and the loom. Beware the Silver Circle. They do not want to fix the world; they want to frame it. Trust the wolf who holds your hand, but trust the thre

Not physically. Emotionally. This room had witnessed so many versions of me. The frightened girl. The lonely girl. The angry girl. The girl who had spent years believing she was broken. Now all of that felt impossibly distant. Atlas leaned against the doorway. "You left almost nothing." I glanced around. A few books. Some charms hanging near the window. A blanket. Small pieces of a life that no longer fit. "I didn't need much." His expression softened. "No." I carefully removed the charms.

⸻ She gently touched the wedding ring on her finger. The tiny crimson crack had grown. It now stretched halfway around the band. Almost like… A countdown. ⸻ Aurora stood beside her. Watching quietly. ⸻ “It has begun.” ⸻ Seraphina nodded. “I know.” ⸻ Aurora slowly sat beside her. “When the ring breaks completely…” ⸻ “What happens?” ⸻ The old woman closed her eyes. “The curse chooses.” ⸻ “Chooses what?” ⸻

"Don't cry. Who am I saying to? I'm crying myself. I hate this." I squeezed eyes hard to control the emotions but nothing could be contained. How do I handle the breaking of my heart in thousand little of pieces of nothing? How do I contain everything with me? I'm breaking up with you. I won't come back. I won't torment you anymore. "Kabir, please, please." "The ring," he whispered. "I love the ring. It's so beautiful. It would've looked so beautiful in your hand. When I saw it, I knew it was made for my bookworm," he breathed, his voice fading into tiny mumbling I was aware of.

The ring in his hand pulsed once before it cracked—splitting down the middle. Camela gasped at the sight. The ghost hissed with rage, "You dare?" The broken ring lifted from his palm and spun in the air, shards of black light wrapping around Camela. Her scar burned intensely; her body arched painfully struggling to breathe. Vincent roared, thrashing against his chains. "Let her go!" The ghost's voice echoed through the ruins. "The ring returns, bride! Whether you like it or not!" The shards slammed together, reforming into the ring again and it sped toward her hand.