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she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

Sariel's point of view We're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy. "Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?"

She doesn't even get a chance to open her bag or write in her diary before the lecturer screams at them to open their books. So, she takes her favourite therapy method and disguises it inside her book. She randomly starts doodling. There are so many things to write. Dear Diary… The way he looked at her last night. He genuinely stared. And the things he said. She starts scratching his name again. Over and over, filling the margin until the ink runs thick. D.O.R.I.A.N Then, the glowing eyes… The way he could track her pulse… There’s the enemy complication. So many intricate puzzles to solve. So little time.

Well, at least Kenneth knows enough to keep the egg warm. I look around, trying to figure out how I’m going to get the egg out of the fire so I can get it out of here. “I knew you would come.” I spin around, not seeing anyone in the low light of the room. He steps out of the shadows. “No one wanted to believe me, but I know who and what you are, Skylar Hughes.” “And what am I, King Solomon?” I ask. “A thief. The worst kind of thief. A dragon thief,” he spits, slowly walking toward me.

"Don't tempt an old woman, Christian. But alright, you're on." Egyptian Patience was a game I had discovered on one of my many visits to the hospital. I’d first seen Sandra playing it with some of the other patients, and it had become our secret ritual since then. It was a chaotic blend of luck and strategy that, much like our relationship, teetered on the edge of playful competition and genuine connection. The goal was to be the first to clear the tableau piles by discarding cards in alternating red and black sequences. I dealt the cards and Sandra’s frown deepened as she surveyed her hand. "Looks like trouble in paradise," I teased, laying down a confident three of spades.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

Thе wеb of dеcеption spun by Janе hеightеnеd my apprеhеnsions, strеngthеning thе growing conviction that Victor might indееd bе еntanglеd in thе audacious thеft of my monеy. In thеsе past thrее days, my world has unravеlеd into chaos. Thrеats from my dangеrous cliеnts, dеaling in illicit еntеrprisеs from hard drugs to human trafficking, havе intеnsifiеd. Thе attack on my warеhousе has disruptеd not only my opеrations but also my standing among thеsе trеachеrous associatеs.