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The air was thick with chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Just as they stepped in, a voice called out eagerly, “Elliott!” Sarah turned in the direction of the voice and saw a woman rushing toward them. She had long, wavy hair and wore a stunning red dress that clung to her figure. She was beautiful. Sarah’s eyes widened slightly as recognition dawned on her. It’s her! This was the same woman she had seen at the banquet, the one Elliott had ignored and walked away from. Victoria Lancasters's face lit up as she approached, but the moment her gaze landed on Sarah standing beside Elliott, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes.

Maids scurried about, carrying dishes and glasses of champagne, while guests filled the front yard, their laughter and chatter loud and discordant. “This was the dinner my mother talked about?” I muttered to myself, disbelief settling in. And then I saw him—Elias. Of course. How could I have been so blind? My mother was notorious for this kind of manipulation. How could I have fallen for it again? “Sera!” Elias’s voice rang out, cutting through the noise. He walked toward me with that practiced smile of his, dressed in a suit and tie, looking every bit the gentleman in a house full of mafia bosses and gang leaders.

"This is rich. Aren't you supposed to be in Hong Kong? When did you learn how to teleport?" His eyelashes fluttered, a dead giveaway of his guilt that I'd come to know by heart over the years. The she-wolf from the Shadow Pack, Lila Foster, uncurled herself from the couch and deliberately sauntered over, holding out a hand. The room reeked of her scent, tangled with Edward's, and a wave of nausea rolled through my stomach. "Hi, I'm Lila," she chirped, flashing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

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"Let me walk you out." Just then, a waiter pushed open the private room door to serve food. As the younger man passed, his gaze swept the room. Inside, the woman wearing a pale rose-pink knit top and jeans had her delicate waist and hips perfectly outlined. She laughed as the man beside her tapped her head playfully. She showed no resistance, appearing soft and obedient. The assistant noticed his employer pause briefly and followed his gaze. His eyes lit up. "Sir! Isn't that Ms. Sydney? What's she doing in Storia?"

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vincent and Rumbidzai back in the living room. I kept replaying the same words; You were never the wife. By morning, my chest felt hollow—like something had been ripped out and left empty. “Drink this,” Lila said, handing me a cup of tea. I took it with a small nod. “Thank you.” She hesitated before sitting across from me. “You can stay as long as you need.”

The night was theirs, and nothing, not even the past, could touch it. *** Hey loves! How Was the chapter? Finally we got to see some Lucian - Isla and Kiam - Selene moments. Do follow, comment and review the book if you're liking it! Love you all

' I almost yelled out. "Let's see what we have here!" The lady smirked, raising my chin up. Even her softest touch was hard! 'Oh goodness. I curse you, Cyrus.' Her hand went to my breast, carrying it up. I squirmed, eyeing her up and down with disgust. I felt harassed. "Worth it?" Russo asked the lady. "We can try her" Her rough voice echoed around the room. "Benita? Inform everyone that we have a newbie" She pointed at a slender girl who stood around the corner, wearing a very transparent gown. Guess? She had only undies on!

"I just want Leo to grow up in a world where a person's worth is measured by their kindness, not their blood." She looked out over the Vale, where the fires of the different packs were burning brightly together. The Untouchable Omega had done the impossible. She had turned a mountain of secrets into a valley of light. The story of the Silver Line was no longer a tragedy. It was a beginning.