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I felt as though I could hear her angry voice in my head as she sent me angry, vulgar text messages that actually hurt to look at. "You fucking ungrateful bitch! Answer the fucking phone!" "What did you do to make the Stallones agree to divorce you, you fucking ingrate!" Calmly, I turned off my phone, retrieved the SIM card, and threw it into the trash. Then, I closed my eyes and answered her in my head, "Guess." However, I didn't care whether Mom would eventually guess correctly or not. And even if Corbin found out about my disappearance earlier than expected, I couldn't care less about what they thought anymore.

But it’s not her clothes I’m here for. ‎ ‎I head for the desk first. Papers are stacked neatly, almost too neatly, like she wants anyone who dares peek to see only harmless court notes. I shift them aside anyway, flipping through parchment about court dances and hunting parties. Nothing. My chest tightens. I can’t walk away empty-handed. ‎ ‎I pull open drawers one by one, scanning for something, anything. The third one sticks. My pulse leaps. When I finally wrench it open, I find scraps of parchment shoved to the very back, torn and folded into tiny squares. My fingers tremble as I unfold one.

And there she was again. Same maid uniform. Same ridiculous long sleeves swallowing her frame like it had been designed for someone else entirely. She moved carefully into the room till her eyes met mine. That pull returned instantly. It was heavier this time. Marcel straightened slightly, his eyes flicking between her and me with interest I did not like. “So you are Draven’s— sorry, Alpha Draven’s long lost mate?” he said casually. “What exactly are you, and why does the Alpha’s wolf keep reacting to you?”

His frustration was palpable. I nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, Ryan, we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll need to access your account information and investigate. Can you share your account details and any relevant transaction records with me?" My eyes locked onto his, and I could sense his trust in me growing. Ryan nodded and dug into his bag, producing a stack of papers that he handed over to me. "I've been holding onto these statements and transaction records, trying to make sense of it all, but I just can't crack the code."

Great. I picked up the files she left me skeptically, wondering what to do with them. Wasn't I supposed to get some sort of orientation? Training? What was my role here? I read the documents, which contained information about a fashion brand's new clothing line. I guess I had to write a press release for this? Should I ask Tracy and Kevin?

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

“You hated it. You said you didn’t like losing control.” Before I can respond, she shifts, fumbling in her purse with unsteady hands. “What is it?” I ask, my chest tightening inexplicably. She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulls out a folded piece of paper. My heart stops. The world narrows to that scrap in her hand. No. It can’t be. She unfolds it slowly, deliberately, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Two words stare back at me. Choose, chaos.

It didn't take long before she realized that she was in the wrong room. She began leaving when she missed a step. She hissed. She was already tired of being clumsy. Thank goodness she held onto a table for support or she would have fallen already. She steadied herself, but to her dismay, she had already scattered the pile of books on the table. She began picking them up, stacking them together, and arranging when a certain document caught her attention. It was labeled "EXCLUSIVE". She opened the file and to her amazement, it was tagged "INFERTILITY REPORT" Her eyes landed on a couple of names but one seemed familiar enough.

Then— She picked one. --- She opened it. Inside were documents. Photographs. Reports. Names she didn’t recognize. Locations marked in red. Everything felt calculated. Planned. Controlled. --- Her hand moved to another file. Then another. Each one revealing something darker than the last. --- And then— Her fingers stopped. --- A file. With a name she knew. --- Her breath caught. Slowly— Almost hesitantly— She picked it up. --- The name stared back at her. Aradhya.

Secrets, long buried, began to unravel, revealing a complex web of relationships, motivations, and desires. Thane's determination grew with each page, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he absorbed the words, the emotions, and the revelations. His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, as he read of Catherine's pain, her struggles, and her ultimate betrayal. River's hand rested on his arm, a gentle touch that seemed to anchor him, to keep him grounded in the face of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. Together, they read on, their hearts pounding in unison, as they unraveled the mysteries of the past, and forged a path towards justice, healing, and redemption.