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“But I need you to trust me.” Vivienne closed her eyes. “I do.” After the call ended, Vivienne stood at the window, staring out at the city she had once believed was untouchable. Glass towers. Bright lights. Illusions of permanence. Her phone buzzed again—this time from Helena. Helena: We have a window. One chance. Vivienne’s pulse quickened. Vivienne: Tonight? Helena: Now. ⸻ The boardroom felt different after dark.

Instead, he gently wiped the tears from Wendy Roberts' eyes. "Don't cry, Wendy. I'll get justice for you right now. I promise she'll never harm you ever again." "Sean, maybe just forget it. Kelly probably didn't mean it. It's my fault for being so useless and missing the final exams." Wendy sobbed softly, but as she spoke, she lifted her eyes and shot me a quick, smug look. Then, she picked up the remote in her hand and pressed a button. The curtain covering the glass box slowly lifted.

"The lycan council process is the only authority that can touch the Holt family holdings directly. Human regulators can reach the shell companies. Not the source." "What do you want in return?" Mara asked. "Publication rights." The journalist's voice was level. "The financial network. Human political funding. That story belongs to the public." A brief pause. "I won't obstruct active legal proceedings. I want the part that justice cannot reach." The room held the weight of the offer. Mara studied Lena's face, the controlled tension around the eyes, the grip on the briefcase that had not fully released. "You received a threat this morning."

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

“Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!” Chaos and noise broke out in the conference room because of what they heard. The Knights didn’t know how to calm their allies down. “Who’s going to sit on the throne now? There will be war again if the new chairman is still missing in action! Our company sales will drop if the throne remains empty! A lot of people are also asking if Knights Empire is involved in the chaos happening!” Jacques glared at one of their board of directors. The man looked away and apologized.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Their stories haunt the thresholds—cautionary tales for those who dare to reach beyond their fate. And this one? She hears herself. Not just the Veil. Not the ancestors. Herself. Another version. An echo with teeth. We are not supposed to interfere yet. The Prophecy must unfurl. But a new thread has begun to twist through the weave. Not gold. Not silver. Not flame. Glass. Fragile, dangerous, full of secrets. It catches the light and shatters it, reflecting a hundred possible futures in a single glance. The new thread gleams—a warning, or perhaps a promise.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.