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Had seen the Tyrant love. And now— They knew her weakness and how to hurt her. A whisper spread through the dark. Let’s kill the abomination she carries.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

“You brought me this gift, Defiler. A blood relative, ripe for the merging. And the last true Alpha, strong enough to be a worthy vessel for my consort. A fitting new world to shape from the ashes of the old.” My blood ran cold. Her plan wasn’t just to possess Lillian. She wanted to possess Kaelen too. To use them both as puppets to restart her ancient, apocalyptic reign. Vorian’s face underwent a series of rapid calculations—rage, betrayal, and then a chilling, opportunistic gleam. He understood the scale of the power now in play. “An alliance,” he spat, wiping blood from his mouth. “The exile and the outcast. Give me the girl’s power, and you can have the King.”

At that point, I got the impression that he wasn’t the kind of villain who raised his voice or waved a gun around. “Savannah,” he said smoothly, like we were old friends meeting for coffee. “You made it.” I stayed standing, arms crossed above my chest, even as every nerve in my body felt on edge. “You need to let Noah go,” I said firmly, though my voice shook just enough to betray me. “He doesn’t belong in this.” Tyrant’s smile stretched wider. “Doesn’t belong? My dear, he belongs more than you realize. But let’s not waste time pretending this isn’t about you. You don’t have the money, do you?”

Zeke lashed out as he shifted back and tried to run away from Kai’s vise strong grip to attack at Tyra again. “Everyone hear the pot call the kettle black !” Tyra laughed and then immediately after winced when blood flowed from the corner of her mouth but continued nonetheless. “I am no spy !! He is the Dark Overlord’s Beta !” she angrily screamed back as Dominic held her back and prevented her from clawing Zeke’s fury driven face. “And I am sure the little slut is here at that evil man’s behest to kill all of us !” she added with a loud growl.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

His throne. But, he, for one night, felt no bitterness at all. And spent it in a soothing embrace. He smiled as he recalled it, knowing it might’ve been the only occasion. Emilia noticed it and gave a soft sigh in return. She knew things had to be done when she came here, but she didn’t expect this much. Another task appeared on the list. Have the fake fairy fall in love with the Tyrant Emperor. Alexis had bathed and ate her breakfast slowly, not feeling rushed at the usual sight of Hector in the garden which obviously wasn’t a thing anymore. She didn’t know when her lessons with Emilia might start, but she knew she had some free time before then.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

“This is the final stage we will have to go through, and once we do, everything else will become history. Once I ascend the throne, it will put an end to all the dangers and the harm that has come to us, and those around us.” I swallowed down a lump, then nodded as a slight sigh escaped my lips. “I just cannot believe it has come down to this,” I breathed out, my heart heavy as I thought of everything that has happened this far, and the conspiracies that has been ongoing. “Claire, a witch. And your brother the real villain?” I do not know why but Prince Harris being the actual villain came to be more believable than Claire being a witch.