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"Fake! This is fake!" Kieran’s face filled with panic as he shouted as well, "That’s right! This must be AI-generated. We're not those people in the video! Elara, have you lost your mind? Just to help Rowan fight for property, you’d even fabricate evidence like this? Do you realize that’s a crime?" They lunged forward like headless flies, scrambling to snatch the phone from Elara’s hands. At that moment, court officers rushed forward and restrained them.

"THE SHIELD PROTECTS ALL." Then: "SECOND KEY CLAIMED." The crystal dissolved into golden light. Absorbed into Thomas's Crown mark. Immediately. The group smiled. Finally. A victory. Then Ava raised both arms. Then: "See?" Pause. Then: "We're not losing." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Cassian slowly applauded. The sound echoed through the plaza. Then: "Impressive." Silence. Then: "Very impressive." His smile returned. Then:

"I'm going to make him want me. Make him need me. Make him fall so deeply in love with me that he can't imagine his life without me." She stood, brushing dirt from her knees, her hands steady now with purpose. "I'll make him break his arranged mating. Celeste Ravencroft will be humiliated, her family insulted. The alliance will crumble. And while he's distracted, while he's weak and vulnerable, focused on me instead of his pack..." She smiled, and it felt like a knife slash across her face. "That's when his enemies will strike."

Victor’s voice bled through her earpiece: “You’ve done well.” She smiled faintly. “It’s only chapter one of the public fall.” The screen behind her replayed the board vote on loop…each gleaming green YES a victory bead on an invisible rosary.

Madam Camila smiled while Aunt Mary’s eyes bulge out of her socket with her mouth hung open and Jane was peering excitedly as she tries to hide the smile that tends to break between her lips. Damien’s brows arch up as he watched the show in surprise. “Woah, that’s intense.” He spoke finally rubbing the back of his neck and then chuckled while Adan glared as he declared, “There is no chance to win her back because she is mine, forever.” And then he throws her over his shoulder like a caveman and began climbing upstairs towards his room. ***

The crowd hushed, waiting for her words. Davina lifted her glass, her voice carrying across the hall with a warmth that felt both personal and enigmatic. “Tonight, I raise this toast not only to victory, but to resilience. To every battle fought in silence, every scar hidden beneath smiles, and every triumph earned through struggle. This celebration is not mine alone — it belongs to all of us. To the Parker Group, to the future we are building together… and to the reminder that no storm, no betrayal, no shadow can ever dim the light of perseverance — or the secrets that shape us.”

“You brought this on yourself. Your greed and hunger for power made you lose everything. Even your daughter.” Victor didn’t say anything. He just stared at the ground, his hands clenched into fists. I raised his head to the sky and howled—a triumphant sound that echoed across the land. Liana had won, and together, we had secured our future. The battle was over, and everything was quiet now except the painful groans and moans of those who had fallen. I stood still, looking at the warriors around me. I shouted, “We have won. You are strong, and you’ve fought bravely.”

We’re coming for them. All of us. United. Unbreakable. Victorious. We stand victorious—battered, alive. **Celeste (breathless):** “One more.” The Court nods. Ready. The end is near. **To be continued…** (The final nest awaits.)

He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid. "You can't stay," Malcolm had whispered, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. "Victor is already hunting the rest of your bloodline. If you stay, you’re a corpse. If you leave, you’re a legend." At the gate, the young girl—eyes haunted and hollow—had gripped his hand. "Why are you helping me?"

He glanced at Jamie in the rearview mirror, voice tentative. "Sir, maybe… you should take a look at who's following us first." Jamie turned his head lazily toward the back window. And then his expression changed. The car behind them was unmistakable—Victory. Victoria's Victory. Custom-built, the only one of its kind in the world. Its tires and glass were both explosion- and bullet-proof, the materials the best that money could buy. And now, that same Victory was ramming into him. For the first time in a long while, Jamie's always-steady mind went blank.