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my wolf whispered. “No,” I croaked aloud, my voice broken yet rising from somewhere deep. “He made a fool of himself.” It was a small spark, but I clung to it. When the tears slowed, I wiped my face with trembling hands and forced myself to breathe. In. Out. Steady. My reflection on the balcony doors was red-eyed, ruined. But beneath the ruin, I saw something else. Something harder. Something that hadn’t been there before. I stood on my stiff legs, and crossed to the cabinet against the wall. I pulled open the drawer where I kept my papers, maps, and ledgers. Beneath the neat stacks lay a small leather satchel, folded flat. My fingers lingered on it, trembling.

oh". Dad didn’t know that years of lottery-based upbringing had already been carved into Asher’s bones. The side effects soon appeared. Dad suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage from overwork and was hospitalized. The nurse couldn’t reach Mom. So ten-year-old Asher was told to take Dad’s bank card to withdraw money to pay the hospital fees. Instead, Asher handed the lottery box to the nurse. "If you draw the long stick, I’ll listen to you and get the money. If you draw the short stick, then this card is mine. I want to buy nice sneakers."

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

The ground beneath them trembled as the spell intensified, sending another wave of torment straight to Emma. Emma let out a silent scream, her body arching off the hospital bed as if something was being ripped from her. Tears slipped from her closed eyes, her nails digging into the sheets. The pain was unbearable, suffocating, but she refused to give in. Ryker… please… help me… Lucien closed his eyes, feeling the pull of the spellbinding Emma’s soul to his will. A slow, cruel smile formed on his lips. "It won’t be long now. Soon, she will come to me willingly, and Ryker will be too late to stop it."

Meanwhile, my heart ached, tears rolling down my cheeks involuntarily. I, too, had wanted to be the one loved by my family, but I never was. Jeff pushed open the door to my room and saw my journal lying open. "List of times you were overlooked? Final warning? The 99th time—abandoned during your mating ceremony?" I shut the journal before he could take a closer look. I didn't want him prying into my secrets. "Don't be childish, Georgia. It's only a mating ceremony. We'll just reschedule for later. You don't have to write that down," Jeff said.

Meet countless people, roam every crook and cranny of this world, and be the sailor of my own fate. After all of those years, I never knew I had all those dreams in me. As my body was lifted and paralyzed by the strong gust of winds, tears of regret seeped out of my soul. It was the regret of not being able to achieve something which I could’ve. Pain and discomfort were the only things that reminded me that I was barely alive, aside from my slowly blurring thoughts. When I felt the moment of stepping into the other side, gushes of warmth held me back from the smirking face of that damnable Death. Hope had filled me up, and when I weakly opened my eyes, I saw His shine. He was sparkling brigh

Chapter 49 deals with grief, loss, and one final rescue attempt END OF CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

With face flushed a furious shade of red, Mr. Jefferson’s heart ached with anguish. “What!” Tiffany trembled all over, and her fair complexion turned ashen instantly. She shook her head in disbelief. “Impossible… impossible…” “Open your eyes and see clearly! Your so-called lover signed dual contracts, embezzled company funds, and exploited the female employees! The Attorney General's Office has already begun seizing all of Jefferson Corp’s assets!” Mr. Jefferson pointed at Fabian as his entire body trembled.

Only one slip left. Adrian lunged for it, opened it— His name. I gathered the entire pile and flung them at him. White paper scattered down like snow, and through it, Adrian just… looked hollow. I pushed up from the sofa and turned away. “Now you understand. This—this is what God’s will really looks like.” The next few days, Adrian didn’t dare show up again. But he also wouldn’t let me leave the villa. So I ate, slept, wandered down the seaside path behind the house…

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.