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when those wide, terrified eyes looked up into mine. It hadn't just stung my pride. It had broken something inside my chest. She hadn't looked at me with the shyness of a young lady meeting an Alpha. She had looked at me with a raw, shattered betrayal – as if I were the monster who had torn her life apart. Beside me, my Beta, Torin, pulled his warhorse a half-stride closer, breaking the suffocating spiral of my thoughts with a short, amused chuckle. “You’ve been scowling at the treeline for three miles, Asher,” Torin said, shaking his head. “I didn't think a simple diplomatic visit to a southern lord would rattle you this badly.”

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

The moment she said that, my expression shifted, but it only made my face colder. "Saved your life?" I repeated. "Didn't my sister save your life, too? Despite that, you were willing to slander her, let my mother die, and let my sister's body be left out there and reduced to ashes. I really want to know what kind of debt could ever be worth that much." "Arthur, what are you talking about?" Winona asked, her voice shaking. "We don't understand. When did I ever cause your mother's death? Isn't she doing fine in the nursing home?"

She studied him for another second. Then nodded. “Good.” ⸻ “There you are.” Emma returned with two novels tucked against her chest. “I leave you alone for five minutes and suddenly you both look suspiciously mature.” Stephanie snorted. “Don’t worry. It passed.” Emma held out one of the books. “Thoughts?” Rowan read the back cover. “The hero’s rich.” “How do you know?” “There’s a horse.” Emma looked at the cover. “There is.” “So?” “So nobody poses beside a horse on a novel cover unless they’re rich.”

were ash. “This isn’t over, Julian,” he whispered. “The board will find another way.” “Let them try,” I said, standing my ground, the gun once again levelled at his heart. “But tell them this: If they ever move toward the North Coast again, I won’t just burn a book. I’ll burn the entire market. I’ll leak every offshore account, every shell company, and every hidden villa. I’m an Ares, Silas. I know how to destroy a world better than anyone.”

The room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Nikolai spoke, his voice low and deliberate. “I’ll help you. But understand this: my help comes with a price. When this is over, you’ll owe me a debt—a debt I will collect when the time is right. And when I do, you will not refuse.” Ashley’s heart skipped a beat. She knew there would be a catch, but the weight of Nikolai’s words settled over her like a dark cloud. This was a deal with the devil, and there would be no turning back.

The painful death and the unexpected betrayal of her loved one punctured through Asha’s healing heart in the past couple of months, rendering another gaping hole that shows how huge her second brother’s betrayal affected her. Asha’s mind spiraled in darkness and even the great white wolf in her sea of consciousness roared madly around with some of its fur turning a shade darker from its owner’s volatile emotions. In that moment of helplessness that is pulling her into darkness, Asha felt a pincer like hold tightening around her slender body as if it wants to meld her into the source of warmth next to her. A thunderous heartbeat sounded in Asha’s ears and the thumping sound echoed into her de

It was clear that they were birds of a feather. "Three... two..." "Union Hotel! She's at Union Hotel!" Before I could count to one, Susan had already betrayed Claudia. I thought I was ready for the worst, but hearing those words still pierced my heart like a needle. I stood outside the hotel room door and rang the bell. "Who is it?" Claudia's questioning voice came faintly from inside. I did not answer. I just knocked harder, pouring all the pain of the night into those knocks. "Are you crazy? Why are you banging on the door?"

"I thought she was ready to commit. I had asked her out on a date, and she promised to go with me. If she didn't have feelings for me, she wouldn't have accepted." "Gab, I feel your pain and trust me, you will get over this betrayal," Alex says. "She has made her choice, and I think you should move on as well." I think about what he said. Should I let go, as Alex has rightly suggested? Alex's concerned gaze is still on me, and I hate that look of pity. I don't think I've ever felt this level of betrayal, where I have to drink, punch, and feel this way about a woman. To be honest, this hit me hard.