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He nodded and bring back his attention to his food. “So, the reason why we are meeting right now is because we have an announcement.” Mr. Beatrix said excitedly as he stood up. I don’t understand why we need to be here. More so, why do I need to be here? And also, why do I have a bad feeling about this? My questions were answered when I heard what he just said. “We would like to announce the engagement of Ms. Felicity Genson and Mr. Brx Beatrix.” He declared. I felt a loud bang in my head at what I just heard.

Nina introduced and Beatrice smiled at the both of them. "Greetings to the Grand Duchess," Both of them bowed. "They will be one of your personal maids including the maid you brought with you," Nina said. "Thank you," Beatrice softly said. Beatrice was feeling excited to meet new people and at the same time scared that they would be the new ones who would make her life miserable. The maids including Katy left her inside the room after giving her a magical bracelet that will let her call any one of them anytime. Beatrice sighed and looked around the room that felt so empty. As she lay in bed she thought about what will happen in the evening.

I don't have a choice but to agree with him by nodding my head. “I know I did terrible things with you and I just want to let you know how sorry I am for that. Christina succeeded in manipulating me, making me believe that you didn't love me at all but then I found out the truth. I already knew that she did something to me and I made her pay for that. Christina will never disturb us anymore. No one will disturb the two of us because I'm not letting anyone separate us from each other. They cannot take you away from me and now that I'm finally back to myself. I will protect you. Just give me another chance to prove to you how sorry I am, Beatrice.”

I answered, feeling fear again. "It's a good thing you weren't hurt. That Julius is really shameless! After what he did to my Criza, now it's Lance's turn? I'm really going to sue him!" Aunt Ryza said angrily, and I could see her breathing fast. I frowned as I looked at Lance's mom. Criza is his sister, and I did hear something from Lance earlier about what happened to his sister, but I don't know the whole story. "W-What did he do to Criza?" I asked curiously.

"We need to make a small change to tomorrow's ceremony." "How small?" I asked coldly. Trevor looked up. His eyes flickered for a second before turning firm again. "Let Sophia walk down the aisle tomorrow." The room went silent for several seconds. I stared at him. It felt like looking at a stranger. "What did you just say?" He took a deep breath and walked over to me. His hand settled against the back of my neck, and he slowly stroked it. "Her depression is getting worse. She's holding broken glass and refusing to let anyone near her, Helena. This is serious," he explained. "It's only a few minutes on the aisle. She won't be part of the vow. You'll still be Mrs. Gibson."

Brammon reached her first, crossing the room in three thunderous strides. "You fool," Brammon snarled, jabbing a finger at Fenric. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was for her? You could have seriously harmed her." I had expected Fenric to be insufferable. If there was ever a moment for him to wear that infuriating smirk, this was it. He had claimed Anwen first. But there was none of that. No smugness. No swagger.

​He gestured vaguely with one hand, encompassing the crowded ballroom, the lavish event, and the entire manufactured situation. ​"You did not sign that contract for revenge. That is entirely secondary. You are here for Victoria." ​Elara blinked. The name acted as a physical anchor, instantly pulling her back to reality. ​Victoria. The woman whose hands were currently failing. The brilliant concert pianist who could no longer play a single chord. The sister Alexander would violate federal law to save, going so far as to marry a disgraced scientist he barely knew. ​"You are right," Elara said quietly.

The old lady coughed, she had spoken too much. Her assistant, who drove the Prado that brought them to the hospital passed her a bottle of room temperature water and as she opened it, she asked them. "This story seems fake?" Labeebah's aunt nodded her head. " It has to be fake. Labeebah is Bushratou's daughter. She's Mine." Labeebah's aunt could not agree, she just could not reconcile herself to the fact that something huge was about to happen, that their lives would never be the same after this.

“Alice’s dead. She bled out on the operating table. We can’t feel sorry for her even if we wanted to.” Beatrice rolled her eyes. “She’s dead, so what? Why are you all staring at me like that? Mom and Dad only had her to be my blood bank anyway. She did what she was meant to do. Maybe now she’ll get lucky and be born into a life that actually matters." I never expected Beatrice to say something like this. She had always played the part of the tragic genius in front of others, someone who endured so much misfortune. Only now did I realize the ugly truth hiding behind her perfect façade.

But for Beatrice, it was a serious threat to the Xavier family’s reputation. “He has truly lost his mind,” she muttered quietly, her voice cold and filled with disapproval. Beatrice was not someone who believed in coincidences. Sheina’s sudden appearance, her resemblance to Camila, and the way Damian had changed so drastically all felt like part of a carefully planned scheme. She picked up her phone and dialed a number that was not saved in her contacts. “Come to the mansion now. I have a task for you,” she ordered briefly before ending the call.