Novel & Cerita The Crown Epilogue Kiera Cass Read Online

Inside were surveillance photos, receipts, and a transcript of a wiretap. Cassian took the file from her. “That’s not what we came here for.” “Then what?” she asked. He opened a drawer and pulled out a key. “The Hollow Crown. My grandfather’s final project. It’s not a metaphor. It’s a contingency.” Eden narrowed her eyes. “What kind of contingency?” “The kind that guarantees power stays in the hands of the Ainsleys... no matter who has to bleed for it.” Here is Section 3 of Chapter 20: The Hollow Crown from your novel A LOVE TOO REAL TO FAKE. This section is titled:

My gaze veers to my brother Cameron who nods, signaling me to get Camilla. I don't hesitate, I'm walking to her before he exits the room, finding her and Clarissa in a conversation about cookies and milk. “Hello, sorry to interrupt this vital conversation.” I tease, earning a laugh from Clarissa and a slight smile from Camilla. “Beautiful Crown Sheryl, it really screams 'Queen,' I love it.” Clarissa grins. “Thank you,” I tell her. My hands reaching for my crown to adjust it, “It belonged to my sister.” I tell her, my gaze turning to Camilla discreetly licking chocolate off the ginger biscuits. “Phoenix Alpha,”

The anticipation became unbearable. Then it moved toward Eryx. Immediately. The silver-haired heir froze. The battlefield held its breath. Then the Crown stopped. Just above him. Silence. Then it moved away. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then it drifted toward Cassian. The Sixth Heir smiled. Confident. Certain. Like he already knew the answer. Then the Crown stopped again. Hovering. Waiting. Judging. Then— it moved away. The smile vanished from Cassian's face.

taste how cold a crown's promise could be She heard the crunch of boots before she felt the shadow fall over her shoulder. Kieran. His breath was a dark shape at the side of her throat when he leaned in, his fingers catching her braid where it stuck to the frost that caked her collar. "You should be inside," he murmured. Her snort turned to mist in the hush. "So should you." He crouched beside her, knees cracking where old wounds hated the cold. He ran his thumb along her jaw, brushing away a smear of soot she hadn't bothered to wipe off. "Cassius says the last of the oil stores are gone." She turned her head just enough that his thumb pressed to the corner of her mouth. "Then we bleed them

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

] [Because of financial crimes, Katie has been expelled from the Sunfang Pack and became a rogue. David hurried into my room with a letter in hand. “Miss Claire, this is Scott’s suicide note… Do you want to read it?” Everyone in the room fell silent and looked at me. Hoills frowned but did not do anything to stop David. He only looked at me silently and gave me a look that said that he would support me no matter what decision I made. I shook my head and felt nothing. “No need.” David nodded and left. Hoills then turned off the TV. I could see that he felt pity, but he was also proud of me.

But for their precious Livia, they swallowed their pride and uttered, “Yes, my Queen.” “YOU’RE NOT THE QUEEN! I AM! I AM!” Kelissa’s fear evaporated, replaced with anger when even her own uncle and aunt addressed the scum of a wolf by that title, HER title! Apart from Kelissa’s own crew, everyone growled at her, Greg being one of the loudest and most barbaric. Lucianne scoffed as she turned to face the heiress, and asked with an arrogant smirk, “Are you?” Kelissa then spat, “You will never wear the Crown! You will never be Queen! I will NEVER kneel before you! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME!”

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"If you mess up this deal, can you take responsibility for it?" Jim snatched the phone and turned it toward the crowd, raising his voice like he was putting on a show. "This kind of private schedule isn't something just anyone can get," he said. "Who else but family would have access? You say you're the real heiress? Then prove it! Stop pretending, you shameless fake!" Everyone lit up as if they had just been handed proof, excitement buzzing through the room. I just watched, calm and silent. This was exactly what I had been pushing for. I wanted Violet to show her hand.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of violet and gold, when the sound of heavy hooves thundered against the courtyard stones. Evelyne was in her study, surrounded by ledgers. In her previous life, she had ignored the family’s waning finances until it was too late, allowing Alaric to "rescue" her father from debt, a move that had essentially sold her to the crown. This time, she was tracing the leaks herself. She was so absorbed in a suspicious trail of "charity donations" signed by Seraphina’s father that she didn’t hear the door open.