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My hand didn't reach for Ethan's promise, nor recoil from Michael's ice. It flew upwards, fingers clawing into my own hair, nails scraping my scalp, a desperate anchor against the vortex threatening to shred me from the inside out. The world tilted, the scattered crimson petals like wounds on the grass, Michael’s shattered face, Ethan’s outstretched hand blazing with terrifying hope. The pressure behind my eyes was volcanic, the taste of Ethan’s kiss still a brand on my swollen lips, warring violently with the phantom sting of Michael’s betrayal.

"You think you can play us, manipulate us, but you'll be the one who ends up destroyed. You're a master puppeteer, but your strings are about to be cut!" I turned to Emily, my eyes blazing with the sting of her betrayal. "And you, Emily! You're a traitor, a snake in the grass. You used us, exploited our trust, and now you're in bed with our enemies. How could you sink so low? After all that Margaret did for you!" Emily's eyes dropped, shame and guilt written across her face. She took a step back, as if trying to escape my wrath. But Odette just smiled, her voice dripping with seduction.

He started towards me, but Clara stepped back, tightening her grip on the knife. I twisted my wrists, trying desperately to free myself, but the knots were too tight, biting deeper into my flesh with each movement. The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but nothing compared to the betrayal searing through my heart. How could Clara, someone I had trusted blindly, turn against me so viciously?

Desperation clawed at me, and I reached for him again, craving something, anything, but his hands caught mine in an iron grip. He slammed my wrists against the bed, pinning them on either side of my head. And then he moved harder than before, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs. My cries turned into gasps, ragged and broken. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, his face nuzzled into my neck and his hands still pressing mine to the mattress, one question echoed in my mind... How did it come to this? How did we become these people...so twisted by pain and betrayal that we could rip each other apart?

I said, “How does it feel, sitting in that chair you never deserved? How does it feel to call yourself a Beta when every time you speak the word, you know you didn’t earn it? How do you sleep at night, knowing the only reason you hold power is because you betrayed the one person who believed in you? How does it feel to be the perfect embodiment of a stereotypical, sexist coward, one who backstabbed his friend just for a taste of power?” I took a step closer. “Apparently, betrayal was the only way you could have gotten the job.” His face darkened. “You—!” He exploded. He lunged toward me, seething with so much fury I could practically feel it radiating off his skin. His hand clamped around my

His eyes narrowed till I couldn't see the whites of his eyes, "I don't trust you and I know you're not who you're pretending to be. But don't worry, angel, I won't embarrass you by divorcing you. The only way you are leaving this marriage is in a body bag." Of all the threats I'd received that day, his was the one that made my body tremble. It wasn't a threat given in anger or with purpose. It was simply a statement of fact. I would be a fool to think of betraying Roman with his words hanging over me like a cloud of doom. Unfortunately, I was already betraying him by impersonating the real Sofia and I would have no choice but to play Russo's game to hide Sofia's betrayal. This was really the

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

“When? How? Why?” “I don’t know.” His mouth twisted in a smile, but this one is full of disgust. “My sister is marrying my enemy. How cool is this?” He empties the glass in one gulp. “She betrayed me. My sister. I shouldn’t be surprised, right? My mother did the same thing as my sister did. Of course, they are related in so many ways, it bound them to do the same things. Like mother, like daughter. A traitor.” “Brian, you shouldn’t say these things about your sister.” I cross my hand over my midriff. “She is your sister. I am sure she had her reason behind this. Don’t judge her without knowing the whole truth. Also, nobody betrayed you. Okay?”

he said with a grunt. “Well, you can’t blame me. This is the most excitement we’ve had in years,” Aidan chuckled. “Forbidden love, betrayal, war. We could be the stars of an action movie!” “More like a horror. This isn’t going to end well, Aidan.” “Cheer up. You’ll work it out, you always do. And when it’s over, you'll have your Alpha by your side.” The word snapped his attention. “You called her that last night. Is she an Alpha?”

"Just... stop. I need to think." He nods, leaning back into his chair to give me some space. It would have helped, though, but there is no space in my head, no air to breathe. Everything inside it has broken into a storm-of anger, betrayal, confusion, all swirling together and blowing about. It feels as though I have been cursed to be betrayed, and not just by anyone, but a twin sister. Someone who shares my blood, my face, but who betrayed me for money. For Vincent's money. She supported the man who orchestrated my kidnapping, who destroyed my life, who tore me from Damian. And she helped him.