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Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

The store manager smiled and chatted: "You quite like your girlfriend." William Black has no emotion: "Wife." The store manager was a little surprised, obviously the girl looked so small. William Black added: "She is my wife." It's like extra persistence, and it's like giving Mary recognition and decency as a wife. At this time, the locker room door was pushed open, and the girl's sweet voice came, "It fits well." Mary Kinson is like coming out of the Garden of Eden, and her slender waist is not full of grip under the outline of the dress. She is graceful and charming while walking, but dignified and generous.

Hidden behind a false wall in his mansion, we found countless women imprisoned in rooms identical to what I had been in. Even the touch of the twin’s couldn’t chase the chill from my skin as I watched thirty women leave the cells they had spent years in. Some of the women held infants in their arms, while the other were visibly pregnant. While some looked serene and hopeful, there were a few whose inner light seemed to permanently dim.

“You’re not the same woman I doubted all those years ago. You’re… stronger. Smarter. Dangerous, in a way they won’t anticipate.” Ava gave a faint, grim smile. “I had to become that way. For them, for us.” The twins stirred again, one of them letting out a soft cry. Ava quickly scooped the child into her arms, soothing with whispered words. Lucas crouched beside them, helping steady the second twin who was fidgeting. For a brief moment, the chaos outside the warehouse faded. The storm, the shadows, the threats, they all became distant echoes compared to the pressing reality in front of her: protecting these two lives at all costs.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

"Who was the woman in the warehouse? Why did Iris want to kill her? And if the remains in the fire weren't yours, whose were they?" Wayne replied, "It was a homeless man. At the time, Iris asked me to burn that woman because she had seduced Mr. Larkin Senior and was pregnant with his baby. When I went there, the woman's face was already disfigured. I couldn't recognize her, but she seemed to know who I was. She kept crying and begging me to let her off. "At the time, I steeled myself and lit the gasoline. At that moment, a homeless man rushed over and said that the woman was his savior. He wanted to save the woman, so I began to fight him."

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

Her Fight Minah opened her mouth, about to say something, but she immediately piped down. She had a feeling that the woman was purposely digging her nails into her arm. But what was she supposed to say anyway? She had no clue what to think about, to begin with. This woman who was helplessly lying in bed, barely breathing, was her husband’s ex-fiancée. She was the one she once saw in the ambulance with Tobias—the night when he was attacked by the two Singaporeans on Kusu Island.

Very few people could handle that. Who was this young woman?

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.