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They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

"Adrian disclosed his mother's trust, the provisions he eliminated, the restructuring that saved his company at cost he continues to pay. He disclosed before I entered this building today. Before this emergency session. Before Richard's dramatic revelation." Richard's smile flickers. "You claim prior knowledge. Convenient. Unverifiable." "I claim alliance." I moved to Adrian's side, the position I claimed in the elevator, the choice I made without knowing its full cost. "The contract was signed under pressure, yes. Survival, yes. Performance, yes. But the disclosure was genuine. The vulnerability was real. And I choose to continue despite uncertainty about what continuation means." Elena ste

“And you think the pack will believe that?” “They’ll believe what makes sense,” I said. “And nothing makes more sense than betrayal from above. Wolves don’t like thinking their leaders are gods…They like knowing they can fall.” He chuckled under his breath. “You’re colder than the mountains.” “I’m realistic,” I corrected. He studied me. “And the evidence? You can’t just throw words into the wind.” “I have scribes under my pay,” I said with a smile. “Old ones who owe me favors. We will forge letters using Rowland’s old seal…carrying his style and patterns. It would contain just enough believable things to terrify the council and force them to act swiftly.”

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.

His wedding ring remained on his hand. Everyone else left. Alessia placed their marriage agreement before him. “You took this.” “I needed to read it.” “Which clause instructed you to surrender without speaking to me?” “The one you wrote. Betrayal ends the agreement.” “You think our marriage is over?” “I withheld the truth.” “So you decided for both of us.” “I gave you freedom from my crimes.” “You gave me an empire I never asked for and disappeared.” “I couldn’t ask you to choose me over your principles.”

"I want to say that now our lives will be joined forever, and I will be the most loyal wife you could have." Phew, I felt relieved. I didn't know how those words came out of my mouth, but I was glad they did. I took a deep breath before freaking out. Then, the priest asked for DeLuca's vows, and his response was simply, "A Don doesn't need to make vows, Father, you may proceed." What? What a jerk, he couldn't even be nice at our fake wedding. Dude. My vows were a complete lie, but I had no choice, and at least I spoke.

“But it's the truth as I understand it, and I'd rather give you that than a comfortable lie.” I let that sit, turning it over the way I turned over everything now. A ritual designed to expose a fraud would also expose exactly how little standing I had if the pack decided, collectively, to doubt me anyway. Deborah's precise smile. Voss's careful contempt. Priscilla's rumor, already moving faster than I could outrun it. None of that needed the bond to be false to still make my life difficult in front of every important person in this territory. “When,” I asked.

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.

“What vow?” The false bride narrowed her empty eyes. “Say these words: I choose obedience over love.” Vincent jerked his head toward her in panic. “Don’t say it! If you do, you’ll lose me.” The chains tightened around him, cutting into his skin until blood flowed freely down and his face twisted in pain. “Camela…please…” he muttered through pain. Tears filled her eyes. She reached for him, but the flames pushed her back. The false bride stepped closer, raising the white book high above her head. “Say it. Say it, and he will live.”

"What?" I pulled the fake documents away. Showed her what was underneath. The real papers. Her signatures on all of them. "What—what is that?" "Your confession." I stood up. Walked away from her. "Signed. Dated. Legally binding." "I don't understand—" "Yes, you do." I turned to face her. "You signed a confession admitting to fraud. To drugging me. To conspiracy with Viktor Konstantin. To stealing my assets. All of it."