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“I’m here!” He shouted something, but the room sealed it out. Only the sound of the timer remained. 00:02:04 She opened to the final page. There, in blood-red ink, was a simple sentence: “The heir isn’t the weapon. The weapon is the lie that created the heir.” Suddenly, the chamber lights dimmed. Another voice echoed overhead. Calm. Measured. Lucien. “If you want her back, Alex… you’ll have to decide. The girl or the truth.

Not right now. With a dangerously composed tone, he asks, "Do you really think I'd lie to you about something like this?" "Your ancestry is the reason behind everything you are and everything you've been avoiding. You're more than a lost wolf. The lost heir is you. The one has the power to alter everything.

Especially if it killed me. I walked to the table where Damon had left the folder, the papers still spread across its surface. For hours I had resisted them, treating them like poison. Now, I reached out and gathered them into my hands, pressing them against my chest. My uncle’s betrayal was here in these pages. My family’s legacy. My own stolen history. I wasn’t ready to forgive, and I wasn’t ready to forget. But I was ready to fight.

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

The answers we needed seemed farther away than ever, and time was running short. As I lay awake that night, I kept hearing the shadow creatures' whispers. “All will perish unless the heir returns.” Who was this heir? And what did "return" mean to them? I couldn't get rid of the feeling that everything hinged on me, and I wasn't prepared, as my thoughts went awry and the symbol grew brighter.

“I just share the same last name as them.” Lila and Vivienne shared a glance of disappointment, their hopes deflating. They had secretly been wishing Julian was the last surviving Blackwood, the potential heir to a lost fortune and legacy. Clarissa hummed in response, clearly not satisfied. Her eyes flicked to Vivienne, who raised a curious brow. Neither of them looked convinced. However they were still holding out hope that he was at least some wealthy heir or a CEO. “What about Spencer?” Vivienne pressed, leaning forward slightly with renewed interest. “Did he work for your family or something?”

Or someone from the Falcos? "Let's be perfectly— Of course. Leandro specifically told me what they all agreed on and the terms that needed final revisions. Terms—not just one." Enzo's dark brows stayed furrowed for the next seconds. "No. I don't know. How many times are you going to ask me that?" He paused and let out a sigh. "Perhaps. Try the island." Who was on the phone with him? Were they arguing about his older brother? I hadn't met the other Tomassini heir yet. Nor was I sure I wanted to. Maybe I'd just send Leandro a short email, a signed Thank-You card, or something nicer...

"Your father was the last known heir. When he died, everyone believed the royal line died with him." He looked at my stomach. "But the old records spoke of something else." "What?" Aldren took a slow breath. "An ancient prophecy." The word sent a chill through the room. Not again, another prophecy, another secret and another destiny I never asked for. He continued. "It said that when the lost heir returned, the blood of Aurelis would awaken again." His eyes met mine. "The heir would survive, and from that heir would come a child who would unite what was broken."

And lately, neither of my parents has been where they're supposed to be. Even the Alpha had questioned what they were doing. That alone bothers me. If the Alpha didn't know where they were... What exactly were they doing? I stare down at the picture in my hands. I have no answers. Not yet. But someday... Maybe I'll have the opportunity to find them. Maybe I'll finally understand what was happening before I left. And maybe... I'll finally understand why my parents were so determined to keep me close to Lyall. For now, though...

Hadn't spoken since she told him what his grandfather had confessed. "Damien." Isabella's voice was soft. "We need to look." "I know." He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging strands from his bun. "I just need a minute." She waited. The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Somewhere out there, people were living their lives, unaware that the fate of an empire rested on a flash drive and the courage of two broken people. "Okay." Damien reached for the drive, plugging it into his laptop. "Let's see what my brother left behind."