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She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

He replies. I look at Landon and I can tell that he is telling me the truth. Landon may be mentally unstable and unpredictable, but he is a terrible liar. He couldn’t lie to me to save his life. I can read him like a fucking book. I can tell that he knew nothing of the plan of shooting anyone. That was all Nero. I give my letter to one of our guys with the instructions to get it to Kade somehow. I am not sure how he is going to do this but he said he could get it to him. I trust him and I have no idea how they are going to take receiving my letter. “What are you two boys up to?” Nero asks.

“This is what happens when you shake hands with your enemy. Your father’s words will mean nothing to the Bratva if they find out what his daughter had done. The Mafia never forgives betrayers” Quisito looked down at her before continuing. “But somehow, I have managed to take care of everything and so you don’t have to worry” That was her breaking point. The pent-up emotions erupted inside her like a volcano. “Of course, you have taken care of everything! Now, when do you plan to use this information to blackmail me and fuck me like some cheap sex toy?.....I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU AND I HOPE THAT YOU DIE...”

“I’ve seen that tattoo.” Ava stepped closer. “Who had it?” Noah looked at Adrian’s photograph. “Adrian.” Daniel frowned. “So the courier is Adrian?” “No.” Noah shook his head. “Or someone who wants us to believe he is.” He picked up the journal again and turned to the final page. Unlike the others, it contained only a single sentence. The lie didn’t begin at Black Ridge. It began before we ever got there. A heavy silence settled over the room. If Adrian was telling the truth, then everything Noah believed about that mission had been manipulated from the very beginning.

Someone had taken it from across the street. Watching him. Watching her. At the bottom, written in black ink, were six simple words: Some secrets cost more than others. The glass slipped from Tayla's hand. Shattering across the kitchen floor. And for the first time since Damian's arrest, she truly understood something. This wasn't a family problem anymore. This wasn't a business dispute. This wasn't just about Damian and Luca. Someone was sending a message. And that message was aimed directly at Noah.

The phone on the desk rang out before Logan could answer, and quite frankly, Landon felt a little annoyed by the look of relief on his face. Landon raised a finger for his son to wait and answered the call, "Landon," he growled out his name as if he hated it. The incoming call came from their pack secretary, judging by the digit flashing on the phone. Maria hesitated for a few seconds until she whispered, "There's an incoming call for you, sir. It's... It's Noah Black." Landon furrowed his brows as he wondered how the brat grew balls big enough to call him, but as he glanced at his son, he found the answer without looking. Logan pointed his finger at the phone and whispered, "From that."

“what do you say? Will you stand with me, Sienna? Will you hold my hand as we light the world of our enemies on fire and watch it burn to ashes?” Sienna lifts her head, her gaze locking with his. “I’ll bring the matchstick,” she says firmly. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Noah’s lips. “Good.” But the resolve in her eyes falters as a new question burns its way to the surface. “Can you at least tell me what’s in the blackbox and journal my mother gave you?” Noah’s expression hardens, his gaze dropping momentarily to the floor. When he looks up, he shakes his head. “No, I can’t.”

“But what we have now… it’s beyond any paper. There’s no exit. Not anymore.” Tears slid down her cheeks. Deep down, she knew he was right. Whatever bound them now wasn’t ink and signatures. It was darker, stronger—an obsession that might consume them both. And as Damien stormed out of the room, phone in hand, barking orders to his security team, Zaya realized something chilling. Whoever sent that note wasn’t just threatening her. They were declaring war. And Damien Blackwood? He was ready to burn the world to ashes for her. ---

“But—” “No. Those fuckers may have the word justice in the name of their group, but they are not justice seekers. They would have already taken the video to the police if they were. Instead, they are benefiting from it. They are blackmailers, no worse than the other people you have killed. They have to pay.” Nero handed me the phone, and I went downstairs to talk to Luca. Since there was no one there who wasn’t close to us and Dominic already knew what was going on, I decided to say the matter out loud.

He was probably rushing to comfort his frightened savior. The infirmary room fell completely silent. I slowly picked up my phone. The screen lit up automatically, showing the latest news headline. 【Blackwood Pack Alpha Damien Speaks Out: Officially Clarifies Relationship with Sera Thorne】 My finger paused for a moment. Then I tapped on it. It was a brief statement posted from the Blackwood Pack's official account. The wording was cold and heartless.