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It was getting complicated, she could see it clearly now. “But she fought for her innocence until it was believed and accepted. But now, years later, she delivers again, and now it is triplets! Surely even you can see the pattern here, your highness.” Lord Geoffrey ended the statement with a little laugh and a mocking bow, a gesture that made everyone around burst into laughter. Megan had to grit her teeth in order to keep the scream she was feeling from bubbling to the surface. It was beginning to look like a losing game, mostly because she herself was getting swayed.

What if she was just another piece in their twisted game? But then there was that look in her eyes. That damn look that made me question everything. It had been real I was sure of it. The longing, the regret. She wanted me. But did she want me enough to turn her back on whoever might’ve sent her? I cursed under my breath, my hands flexing into fists. Whatever the truth was, we couldn’t afford to take any chances. The triplets had already stirred enough trouble. If they were involved in this, it meant only one thing they were up to something bigger.

"I'm not abandoning you. I'm just making a choice that's right for me. And I hope you can respect that." The triplets nodded, their faces filled with understanding. "We respect your decision, Alexa. But we have to do what's right for us." Sharon's eyes filled with sadness. "I'm going to miss you guys so much." Aria's eyes filled with determination. "We'll be back. And when we are, we'll be free from the curse and we'll be able to live our lives without fear." The quadruplets nodded, their faces filled with a mix of emotions. They knew it was the end of an era, but they also knew that it was a new beginning.

We have to. I wiped my tears, determination replacing my despair. Selena and Stephanie may have thought they’d won, but they didn’t know who they were dealing with. I’d bring the Triplets back, no matter what it took. And for a fleeting moment, it was enough.

“You are no longer fit to hold your position. Effective immediately, you are stripped of all titles and privileges. Maribel will be handed over to the authorities to face an independent investigation.” The Triplets were the actual puppet masters. Back at the apothecary, the triplets watched the chaos unfold with smug satisfaction. “All is progressing according to plan,” Artie said, leaning back in his chair, looking like a miniature adult. Arlyle nodded, scrolling through the news. “Country S is falling apart. They won’t recover from this anytime soon.” Allie giggled. “Do you think Daddy will be proud when he finds out?” Her eyes were shining with unabashed pride as she asked her brothers. “

The implication was clear: I had crossed his line, and I better not take it for granted. I almost burst out laughing. Why should the pain I endured be brushed aside so easily? Just because he offered me a chance didn’t mean I had to be grateful and accept it. I straightened my back, my chin jutting out defiantly. “Dominic, I appreciate the sentiment, but I suggest you give this precious opportunity to someone else. I’m not worthy of it.” Dominic tightened his grip, his voice low and threatening. “You’ll regret this!” I replied firmly, “The biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you and marrying you. Other than that, I have no regrets.”

Then he saw the midwife’s report on top. “Carla’s pregnant… with triplets? Three pups?” he was stunned. Nora said, “You’ll never see those pups. And all your illegal activities? They’ve been reported. You’re finished.” In that moment, Leon collapsed.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

The 3rd of next month— That’s the date I’d booked my flight to Nevada to start acclimating to the desert project early. Last life, for this “family public debut,” I ditched my summer grid-testing project at NREL (National Renewable Energy Laboratory), pulled all-nighters memorizing Sicilian Etiquette History, only to be publicly mocked by Elena on the day of the ceremony for being “so unrefined she couldn’t even pronounce the Latin right”. That gunfight fifteen years ago, that bullet that should have killed me instantly, was like a bloody wound. The harder I tried to stitch it up, the more they tore it open.

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"