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Violet POV. Daddy won't be here! Daddy won't be here, I'm so happy! I love my daddy, I really love him, but he's too strict with me, he doesn't allow me to do anything, but now he and uncle Luca are both leaving for a day or two, a day or two are all I need to start a riot. Presley agrees, she's been singing start a riot all day!

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Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

He rushed closer again, fumbling out a tablet and holding it up to me like he was offering a prize. "I've got private videos of Violet. She used your name to do all kinds of shady things. You must hate her for it. You can do whatever you want with these. Let that count toward what I owe, okay? Look, there's this kind, and this kind, and this kind. Even if you sell them online, they're worth money." A few coworkers crowded in, craning their necks to look at the videos, making comments under their breath. "Jim! I hate you! You're gonna pay for this!" Violet snapped; she rushed forward, grabbed a pen holder off the desk, and smashed it over Jim's head.

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