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"Why does his hair look so different?" Rory looked in the same direction too. Although Landon was young, his hair had turned grayish-white. It broke his heart to see him like that. "Many things have been happening in his family. Lauren is also badly hurt. His hair started turning white after all the anguish he had to go through." A lump rose in Jasper's throat; he couldn't bear to take another look at Landon. Javier was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet he couldn't deny the evidence before him.

I rushed over to his position and smacked him as hard as I could. "Watch your tongue! If you remember correctly that's not what you desired. Should I remind you of the devastating blow that took your father from us? That was you, Lawrence! Now, the only way he comes back would be to kill us all!" I warned. "What are you talking about?" He asked narrowing his eyes. "Nothing!" I dismissively said. He left angry, but I could care less. No one knew that Lincoln lived but myself and Carol. I swore her to secrecy until the coronation passed. Besides, my mornings and days have left me exhausted and nauseous for obvious reasons.

Zoe’s POV Two days had passed, and Helios’s father was discharged yesterday. We visited him and even had dinner with them. I was amazed at how vast and elegant their house was. The Lincolns are really rich. However, I really wonder why they need to hire too many bodyguards. Don Lincoln is not the President of the estate, so why? He killed the former President—ugh, here I am again, judging. I don’t know the whole truth nor the other side of the story, so I can’t pinpoint who’s who. But rumors had it, Don Lincoln killed the President.

My fingers moved, straight to his face, shifting the white strands, tugging them backwards to reveal his thick black brow that sat calmly on that handsome face. I watched him. He was so handsome. Like—he should be, right? They all shared the same face, so they all were handsome. But like… this hair—it made him so different. As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder. This white hair of his—was it dyed? Bleached? I looked closely. There were no black roots. No sign of it at all. That could only mean that it wasn't dyed. Bleached, maybe? Suddenly—

A loud click from the door let us know that it locked behind us. Lincoln's back was to us as he worked on his computer, switching up the timestamps on the video we just fabricated. Then, finally, he hit a key on his keyboard and leaned back into his chair. His blonde hair cut short, and his tattooed arms curled behind his head as he spun around to face us. "My Goddess, what the fuck happened to you?" He asked John as he looked at him in horror. "I mean, I know what happened, and well, I could see how ugly you were in the video footage, but damn, it didn't do justice. You are one ugly son of a bitch."

My husband walked into the room, placing a soothing kiss on my cheeks, "I promise I will make it up to you when we return." We both knew that was a lie but I wasn't ready to call him out on it yet. Suppressing a scowl, I turned around to face him, observing as he adjusted his wristwatch near the window. Lincoln cut a striking figure in his cream-colored tuxedo, white pants, and black shirt. His slicked-back blonde hair revealed his flat eyebrows and high cheekbones, a sight that had kept me captivated all these years until this moment.

“After today’s attack, Lincoln informed us of something even more concerning.” Lincoln finally steps forward. His shoulders are tense, and he avoids looking directly at Dad as he speaks. “Your Majesty, I am concerned that my father has dealings with rogues.” His voice is low but firm. “After today’s attack…and with Zahra being revealed as a white wolf. I’m worried she’ll become a target.” It takes everything in me to suppress the growl clawing up my throat. My fists clench under the table as I force myself to stay calm, to keep listening.

he said and he hugged her too holding her firmly in his embrace. "By the way mother, why is my hair white?" Jordan asked with a slight bit of it irritation. "It's the gift from the gods for putting up a great fight with the demons you met in hell," Minx said smiling proudly. "I thought as much, I'll change it back to black I'm not a fan of white hair," Jordan said and Minx laughed at his facial expression. "I missed you mother," Jordan said with a sad look in his eyes. "I missed you too baby" Minx said and cupped his face in her palms.

He stayed by my side as I opened the door. Lincoln stood there. I almost didn't recognize him, though. He was a lot more haggard than the man I remembered. He had dark eye circles and looked like he hadn't slept in days. His jaw was covered in stubble, and he looked like he'd aged a decade. Part of his white shirt was tucked into his pants while the other part hung loosely outside. This was a stark contrast to the elite businessman he used to be. He was evidently stunned to see Chandler and me standing together. He froze like he'd been struck by lightning.

"Mr. Cole, you told me not to play tricks. I can't ignore you, and I can't confront you. What exactly do you want me to do?" Lincoln was still reminiscing the moments he shared with Lucy in the past when her mocking tone snapped him back to reality. He looked at Lucy with narrowed eyes. She wore a casual, long white dress that loosely covered her fair body. The loose dress concealed her curvy figure, but Lincoln could still see through the dress.