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"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

Delphi whimpered, clutching her shoulders desperately. Kristine went dead silent, her breath hitching in her throat as she looked up at the tall figure. She was frozen, the sheer, consuming aura of the man asserting his dominance. At this point, I was confused. Should I confront him as the leader of Crimson Nest- fall lower in Kristine’s eyes. Or should I be the protective husband? “You have ten seconds to remove your hands from my property,” Night spoke, his voice deep, a distorted rasp. “She’s not property, you bastard!” Kristine shrieked, standing like a shield before Delphi and Night.

another notification bloomed on the screen, this one a direct message. J: "I’m in the neighborhood. I saw your location ping. I’m driving a black sedan, plates ending in 442. I’m outside. Come down?" My heart did a jittery, nervous dance. It was impulsive—monumentally stupid, by any reasonable metric—but the sheer boldness of it was intoxicating. In a city where everything was a slow-burn of awkward small talk and ghosting, this felt like an action movie. It was a jolt of adrenaline that I desperately needed. I didn’t even bother to change. I just grabbed my jacket, checked my reflection in the hallway mirror—a pale, slightly disheveled figure—and locked the door.

“She was a kidnapper, a thief, someone truly evil. We couldn’t bear for our daughter to carry that kind of name.” The audience laughed lightly. “That’s thoughtful,” someone said off-camera. Kristen’s hand slowly clenched around the side of her laptop. And slammed it closed… She snapped it shut with such force that it echoed across the room. The device slid from her desk, crashed onto the floor, and shattered into pieces. Her chest rose and fell sharply. The rage in her eyes was unbearable. Inside, her blood burned at its highest temperature. Meanwhile, in California, Lena still stood behind the cameras, giving her final speech of the day.

Her mum nodded and she collected the newspapers from her mother. “Mrs Jessica Denver, the daughter of billionaire Dominic Hart and wife of young billionaire Jordan Denver, missing after a tragic explosion at sea on the night of her wedding day.” As she kept reading, the memories came back to me, everything that had happened that night and how swift it happened. Fiona, the Baxters, all of it. I needed to get home. I’m sure Jordan must be losing his mind. Slowly, I tried to wake up, and they noticed my movements. “Careful, Miss,” the older woman yelled as she bolted towards me and helped me sit upright.

, and instead of heading home to my cold apartment, I was on Krystal Hunter’s ridiculous L-shaped couch, knee brushing hers, watching a Korean zombie movie like a college kid on a Friday night. And she… she was screaming her lungs out. “Why—why would he open the door?” Krystal clutched the throw pillow against her chest, hair a mess now from tugging it every time a corpse flung itself across the screen. “Oh my God, no. See? This is why I don’t watch this stuff alone! Humans are dumb enough without zombies!” I smirked, letting her dramatic complaints fill the room. “You’re telling me the fearless Krystal Hunter, stock-market prodigy and queen of penthouses, can’t handle a little gore?”

DELILAH Maybe I’m just too used to the Blackwaters. The prowling mansions. The polished cars. Everything sparkling. Everything is pretending to be perfect. And then..... knock, knock. I almost scream. My heart jumps into my throat as I look toward the window, and there he is......Jason, smiling brightly at me, the night doesn't have anything on him. He waves at me, casual, easy.

"I support this felony." Ben shouted, "I do not! Also continue." At Nightingale, Susan sat behind Haley holding the receipts in gloved hands, pale but upright. Lionel Pierce wheezed in his chair. Olivia's resonance circled the room like moonlight with a migraine. Through the nursery windows, the sky over New York showed Fenrir bleeding above the moon while a sun boat turned midnight gold over the Atlantic. Haley lifted her phone.

Her muffled sob echoed throughout the large cabin. She looked outside the glass window that covered one side of the building. It was dark and the sky wasn’t that clear. More tears rushed down her cheeks as her eyes accidentally fell on the clock. It was 11 PM and she didn’t know how she was going to get home. There were definitely people in the hospital as so many people needed care and duty doctors for emergencies but her shift was over hours ago. She wasn’t going to find a bus home as she lived far from her workplace.

Chapter 65 "Go down and fetch her," Ythan ordered his crew, Jett Jamison. He killed all his traitorous men and he was the only one left among the pioneers. He was smiling as he watched Rhea on the current CCTV footage. She knocks on the door while looking around. "Yes, your majesty. Are you sure he didn't bring anyone or the police?" asked Jett.