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The pain from those final moments still had not fully faded. I was not about to make the same mistake twice, so I chose the three matches without hesitation. Everyone in the room froze. Someone mumbled, "Has Renee Gallagher completely lost it? Those are just three regular matches! It's not like they're made of gold." "That's a multi-billion dollar inheritance, and she's just handing it over to someone who was adopted? If Renee wants to play the saint, she should at least pick the right time!" "I can't even watch this. It's driving me nuts! If she doesn't know how to choose, let me do it for her!"

Faster. The finish line wasn't far now, visible through a break in the trees. Alexander, Dareth, Atlas and some other students have already reached there observing the rest of the students trying to reach the finish line. Students were sprinting with absolutely everything they had left. Susan glanced back once, a smug smile plastered on her face, certain she’d won. ...Cute. Very cute. Shall I kill her for good? A few hundred meters ahead stood the final obstacle of the course: a series of narrow balance beams placed over another wide, muddy trench. Unlike the first one, these beams were completely slick from dozens of dirty, wet footprints.

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No wonder he was speaking in favor of Ethan. Elle's eyes searched the area, she saw familiar faces who smiled at her. She returned their smiles before looking away. She saw the woman who introduced herself as Drizzy going to sit at the unoccupied VIP table. So the person she came with was also favored by Ethan which reminded her she was also sitting at a VIP table. It wasn't because she was a billionaire with a successful business, there were other billionaires here too. Something is not right here. Before she could dwell more on her thoughts, a man walked up the stage.

However, the man who had once lit up my entire world was also the same man whose name had spent years sitting in my blocked contacts, causing me endless pain. "Say yes! Say yes!" The crowd gradually joined in. Maybe if I were still young and naive, I would have let their voices pressure me. Maybe I would have compromised again on impulse. Well, I stood before him now as Cameron Webster, a woman he'd left scarred beyond repair. "Cutting my losses now is already overdue. How desperate would I have to be to jump back into the same fire?" The crowd immediately fell silent, and the hopeful expression on Ryland's face froze.

Irene After breakfast, they don’t let me lift a finger. Cassian gathers the tray, Rowan teases that I’ll grow spoiled, and Kevin just hums as he sets things back in order. Elias is the one who says, “There’s something we should show you.” I hesitate. “What is it?” He glances at the others. “The last room of the last woman in our pack. It hasn’t been touched for over a hundred years.” The words sink into me like cold water. Still, I nod. “Show me.”

"This afternoon. Focused on technique. No brutal punches—angle work, form, movement efficiency. By then, your body will be warm and more responsive. You won't beat yourself to a pulp." He exhaled sharply, leaning back in the chair, arms crossed. The fabric of his shirt stretched across his biceps. His muscles seemed to resist the new structure—but his eyes betrayed something else. "So now you're orchestrating my whole day. I live like a fucking Olympian now." Sloane shrugged. "No. Like someone who wants to save his career. Olympians trust their teams. You don't. But if you won't trust people... at least trust the system." Lennox gave a short, dry laugh. Not out of amusement—more like someone

Strange symbols cascaded down the screen, rearranging themselves into words I could read: PROJECT LUNARIS STATUS: INCOMPLETE SUBJECT NIGHT, AWAITING ACTIVATION My breath caught. Subject Night. That was my last name. This couldn't be a coincidence. I stepped closer, staring at the words as if they might rearrange themselves into something that made sense. “What does all this mean?” I whispered. The screen responded to my voice, lines of data scrolling rapidly. ZARA NIGHT, GENETIC VARIANT CLASS UNKNOWN CONTAINMENT PRIORITY: LEVEL OMEGA My pulse thundered in my ears. Omega. The same label everyone at the academy used to mock as my weakness. But here, it felt… different. A classification. A warn

He was sharp, and any change would alert him. Once I confirmed he was asleep, I climbed out of bed carefully. Barefoot, I moved to the study. I wanted to look one last time at what I was worth in this world. I knew the safe’s password. It was his birthday. He never hid it from me. The safe clicked open. I took out the contract that sold me to him and read it under the moonlight. Party B: Mira Lowe. Party A: Daniel Cardea. “If Party B breaches the contract, Party B must compensate Party A ten million dollars and bear all legal consequences.”

I did not reply to Dylan Nelson’s attempt to soothe me. I only took the screenshot of the diamond ring recipient change alert, then moved it to my hidden album. The diamond ring had been advertised as a once-in-a-lifetime purchase. When Dylan first bought it, his eyes had been filled with tears as he said, “Jenna, this is the one and only ring I’ll ever buy.” Two hours ago, Bianca had replaced me as its recipient. As I sat alone at the tiny table in our rented apartment, I stared at the confirmation for my spa manicure appointment.