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Chiara sighed. “Oscurità e Luce? Darkness and Light coven? I never heard of it. And if she’s your sister, handle your family shit. She’s had my pack slaughtered and wants to use me to kill our Beta heir. It doesn’t make any sense. And you never answered me, were those playing cards your henchmen?” I furrowed my brow. “The cards did take my request to an extreme. They weren’t supposed to be so forceful. But when trying to inlay my magic into my sister’s, there are bound to be hiccups. Her magic warped the playing cards to a sadistic nature like her.” Chiara shrugged.

On my eighteenth birthday, I was arrested for assault. Nothing I said or did could prove my innocence, because the witness who testified against me in court was my own sister, Alina Beasley. "Zeke, you have a serious sleepwalking disorder. You just never knew about it! But you hurt Brett this time. I can't cover for you anymore!" Just like that, I was sent to prison and sentenced to five years. A week before my release, the inmate who ran our cell block pinned me to the floor and beat me again. My nose suddenly started bleeding, and I lost consciousness. I was rushed to the hospital. Through the haze, I heard the correctional officers talking outside. "Damn. Ms. Beasley really is ruth

Xiao Chuan's gaze suddenly became colder, and Qian Yu Nishang took a deep breath and pointed towards Ask Tian, "It's his younger sister, a generation of Devil Sovereigns, Ask Tian's own younger sister." "What did you say!" Xiao Dust's body shook violently, his eyes widened, and at this moment, his heart felt like it had fallen into a boundless and bottomless cold abyss, falling all the way down, all the way down ...... Ask the sky is the devil in the people without a doubt, the so-called devil, is the devil in the world of the race, rather than the human world of the so-called devil in the world, the human world of the devil sect magic religion, is only with the Xiantao Xuanmen antagonism is

She closed the door, turned the lock, and slid down the wall until she was sitting on the carpet with her knees pulled to her chest. Then she took out her phone. The message was still there. She had read it so many times in the car and in the hallway and in the dark beside Claire that the words had stopped looking like words. You protect the sister. I respect that. But blood is blood. Your father's debt is not finished. Neither is mine. – V. Rossi Blood is blood.

"Oh, it's just a little thing from back..." "Don't even think about it, Dahlia." Damien's deep voice cut in sharply as he appeared beside us, eyes narrowed. Dahlia scoffed, unbothered by his threat as he handed me a cold drink. "Your girl belongs to me tonight." She said, her hand wrapping back around my shoulder as she gently pulled me away. "So, move it, punk." I laughed lightly, glancing back at Damien. He pointed a warning finger at Dahlia, like a big brother tired of his sister's antics. I shrugged as I let her lead me toward her friends.

I snapped the folder shut and shoved it back at him. “Perfect. Let’s be messy together.” He passed me a pen. I signed. So did he. Just like that, I was fake-married to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me—but needed me close enough to lie through his teeth. ⸻ Susan opened her door wearing a pineapple-print bonnet and holding a bowl of cereal like it was a trophy. “Wow,” she said, eyes wide. “You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.”

Lucian plotted vengeance like a grandmaster setting pieces into place; Ayla polished the edges, making the plays smarter, deadlier. And word spread. Whispers slithered through the underworld like smoke: the devil had found his flame. Together, they were preparing to turn the world into ash. Marek’s name appeared often in their late-night conversations. Serrano’s, too. Old enemies, old debts. Each one was marked on the board, each one awaiting their reckoning. Lucian’s men began to follow Ayla’s orders without question. Not because she carried his name, but because she had proven herself—again and again, both on the floor and in the field.

I’m all this all because of my sister, I need to make sure I had a lot of evidence against Damian , while still making sure he doesn’t have any idea of what I was cooking up. My sister deserved better I thought. We walked past through most of the building rooms in the building, the sit out were all furnished with their anesthetic which were pleasing to the eyes. That’s a lot of work they put in here. Damian remained silent for a long period of time and only tried to draw me closer to him while we walked.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“Your main concern wasn’t whether I was an imposter or not, you badly wanted me out of the way so you could inherit all my father’s properties…” “He’s my father too.” He cuts her off. “That’s your problem… Now listen.” She stood straight and took a step back. “You won’t get a dime from my father’s properties. You’ll remain confined here for the rest of your life.” That being said, she turned and walked away, slamming the door as she left the room. Kira giggled. “Not the reunion I was expecting, but Kudos to your sister for not getting emotional. She’s getting used to the mafia world and I love it for her.”