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I mumbled softly and he nodded. "Grim didn't want to give you the note, the queen did." I shrugged and told him it didn't matter because he followed through with her bidding and delivered the note for her, making him just as guilty. Eoin was surprised by my thoughts and smiled at me. My cell phone started ringing and I answered seeing my father's name on the phone screen. "Grim just rescinded the law of throwing unwanted children into the void and said any reaper with a drop of witch's blood must leave the reaper section permanently or be thrown into the king's dungeons." I closed my eyes and cursed.

Regret. Instead, there was nothing. A clean, empty nothing. I deleted the message. Not because I was strong. But because I was done responding to ghosts. --- The lawyer’s office smelled like paper and old decisions. He slid the finalized documents across the table, his voice calm, professional, detached. “It’s all finalized, Mrs—” He paused, then corrected himself. “Miss.” Miss. I almost laughed. I signed where I was told. Initialed where the sticky notes waited. Every stroke of the pen felt like closing a door I had been standing behind for years.

Graham’s lawyer went pale before Graham did. I picked up a printed copy of the equity authorization and tore it in half. “The transfer never cleared,” I said. “Plan B froze it the moment it hit the system.” Graham’s eyes moved to my wrist brace. For once, he looked ashamed. “You’re better prepared than I thought,” he said quietly. “I had to be.” He gave a faint, bitter smile. “In our last life, I really did misread you.” “I’m not here for your regrets.” My attorney slid a new document across the table.

I continued, “if this nameless groom turns out to be the kind of man who wants doves, swords, a live tiger, or vows delivered by helicopter, you tell me now so I can raise my f*e and prepare an emotional lawyer.” Gracie’s representative held back a smile. “Noted.” I read the final page, found the signature line, then signed my name calmly. Maya de Cruz. Black ink slid smoothly over expensive paper. Beside me, Nina exhaled very softly. Whether from relief or because she had just watched her Christmas bonus grow wings, I could not tell. I pushed the contract back toward the lawyer. “Congratulations. You just bought six months of my sleep disorder.” The lawyer took it, then handed an encrypted

added the lawyer sarcastically. Grey understands what the men in front of him are. He is nothing more than a lawyer who sucks up money like a leech and justifies any means. "What do you want to talk about?" snapped Grey curtly. "Unfortunately, this is a personal matter." The lawyer raised his eyebrows, and his mocking tone was still noticeable. Grey smirked and nodded. "Then you can leave now. Because Mr. Belgenza did not want to see anyone today." Lenora chuckled, hearing Grey reply in kind. He is a savage when his pride is bothered.

I couldn't. "You're quiet," Luca said at last. I looked up at him. "Just thinking." "About?" "Everything," I said. "What comes next. What we do now." He nodded seriously. "I called Reece" "Who's Reece?" “My lawyer. Old one. He knows things. Not stupid enough to get himself killed, but not clean either.” He pushed his cup aside and shifted a little, wincing. “He’s coming here.” “Here? Now?”

Chapter 18: Rita's Pov. The lawyers office smells like wood and old money. This makes sense. Everything about coming here feels like I am stepping into a past that I had sworn never to touch again. I stand by the window with my arms folded staring at the skyline that I once called home. The skyline looks the same. Cold, distant and unforgiving. This is like the man who ruined my life Victor. The lawyer says, "Miss. Rita, the documents are ready." I turn slightly. Nod at the elderly lawyer seated behind the desk. My grandmother's will is open before him. It is neat, and official.

Gunner would try to kill me. Because Reapers don’t fk a family. I broke the law. Fxck.

I don’t want to leave so soon! With warm tears filling my eyes, I yell at him! “I don’t want to die yet!” “HUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUA!” abruptly, the Grim Reaper laughs maliciously, “You don’t want to die yet, sure, I can come later... but there is one condition.” He said he can come later? The Grim Reaper is offering me a postponement? That’s unbelievable! But he said he has a condition... Don’t tell me he is going to turn me into a boy!

Talked way easier than expected. Trying to cut a deal, he spilled everything—how Jay reached out, the parking garage where he got paid, the way Jay told him to make it clean, even the cold, twisted look on Jay's face. Hiring a hitman? That charge stuck. Locked into the case. Jay's situation got a whole lot worse. His lawyer was aiming for three to five. Now? Starting at ten. When Jay heard, he lost it. Smashed his head against the wall in holding.