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As soon as Zeth finished speaking, Jared kicked onto his shoulder again, and his big leather shoes made a bone-creaking sound. "Ah!" Zeth screamed like a pig. "Your friend? Do you have a friend who can transfer half a million dollars to you? I have had someone investigate, and none of your friends or relatives have the financial ability to transfer that much money to you." As Jared spoke, he stepped on the man in anger. "Ah!" He wailed. "It was an accident. No one order– no one ordered me to–" Zeth, the taxi driver, shouted, but was too weakened to continue. His eyes rolled over, and he fainted to death.

I drew the knife across his collarbone, not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as a thin line of blood welled up. He let out a strangled cry, jerking against the ropes. "Please! I’ll do anything! I beg of you, I'll do anything you want." he sobbed and the sounds were so melodic that I needed to do more. I straightened, tapping the blade against my palm as I circled the chair. "People like you think you’re untouchable. You hide behind your stolen wealth and your army of cowards. But here’s the truth, Denver..." I stopped behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "There is no throne for thieves. There is no crown for cowards."

Alonso's pov "Señor Ignacio, Vincent Parker is still insisting on meeting with you," Miguel says, stepping into my office. "He claims it’s urgent." I don’t look up from my paperwork. "Schedule it for tomorrow at 8:00 a.m." Miguel hesitates. "Are you sure? He seems " "I said tomorrow," I cut in, flipping to the next document. "Let him wait." Vincent Parker is a name I’ve heard before ,an opportunist, a man who built his wealth on risky ventures and even riskier alliances. His company is struggling, and I already know what he wants. A deal. An investment. A lifeline.

Her voice was polite, but there was something about the way she asked that made Sarah’s stomach twist slightly. “I attended Westbridge University. I studied management consulting,” Sarah answered, keeping her voice steady. “Interesting,” Vivian said, swirling her wine glass. “And your family?” Sarah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. “I grew up in an orphanage.” Vivian’s expression remained composed, but the slight upward tilt of her chin gave her away. “Oh.” She said it with such finality that it sent a wave of discomfort through Sarah. Sarah’s grip on her fork tightened slightly. She knew that ‘Oh’ carried a wealth of meaning, judgment, doubt, perhaps even disapproval.

Oscar suggested. I nodded slightly, unbothered. I would get my money back from Rhiannon, and Lionel would face his reckoning soon enough—there was no rush. The mood was high when a commotion broke out at the entrance. Then, Lionel stormed in with a group of thuggish-looking men. A beer bottle was shattered, and Lionel strode toward me with his face contorted in fury. He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!"

Victor waited until the crowd had quieted, then he spoke. “Let this be a lesson.” His voice was smooth, carrying effortlessly over the gathered wolves. “This is what happens to thieves. To traitors. To those who would take from me.” He paced slowly, deliberately, casting a glance at the boy beneath him like he was nothing more than a scrap of meat. “The laws of this pack are simple. Clear. You steal, you die. Your lack of loyalty will be paid for with your life!” His lips curled. “A fitting punishment, don’t you think?”

“As exciting as that offer is, I prefer the girl.” My heart broke at his verdict. “I will catch this thief at a later time. Don’t you know the saying? Once a thief, always a thief.” The dragon flapped its wings and took up the air. “You can see yourselves out.” “Wait!” I called, stopping him in his tracks. “What is it this time, wolf?” He sounded aggravated. I threw the bag of treasures on the floor, letting it pour out its precious content. “Add this to the goblin,” I breathed. “Give Ithra back to me.”

Something snapped and blood poured from the unwashed miscreant's face. A massive paw held a man with two black eyes upright in front of Aurelia. “Talk,” Zinjo roared next to the terrified thief's ear. Rows of yellow rotted teeth exposed themselves to the princess, and bloodshot eyes opened wide with fear. “I don't know anything,” The thief cried out. He dared to look around the room, “Are they all dead?” “No, they will sleep for a time,” Zinjo growled softly. A delicate hand slapped the gargoyle visage of the thief, “Name?”

He is Lleandro vessel and Alice can't take that chance away from her. "Ekhlashan kirbavah," she whispered into thin air. A black book covered with a cloth suddenly appeared in front of her. She took the book and blew the dust away. It's the forbidden book she stole from the Elder witch back in her coven. She carefully opened it and read every single word written on it. She's ready to sell her soul to the devil if it means she'll have Lleandro back.