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The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

That carelessness of yours gave us answers to some unsolvable mysteries. 'I can't believe this. Maddox and Aspen are not a real couple.' 'And Devon destroyed Scarlett Sky was not only taking Rory from Axel but also to rule the Northern Kingdom. What did that mean?" Garrett added. 'We'd better not talk here.' I took my brother's hand and pulled him back to our table. 'We can't discuss this now. Many eyes were watching.' We waited impatiently for the show to end. The food that cheered me up earlier tasted bland on my tongue. Even though I only chose sweet cakes. Big celebrations were always held until near midnight to entertain the guests.

"Esme, we have to move! The floor is giving way!" He was right. Cracks were spider-webbing ou, glowing with that same haunting purple light. Dominic was still slumped against the pillar, his face twisted into a mask of triumph despite the blood trickling from his mouth. "You can't stop it now," Dominic wheezed, his voice rattling in his chest. "The Queen has claimed her throne. The blood has spoken." "Shut up!" Killian roared. He looked at Thorne, who was standing frozen near the entrance, his eyes wide as he watched the destruction of his father's legacy. "Thorne! Get Lily out of here! Now!"

“What?” The Alpha’s maw curled back, exposing teeth like jagged moonlight. “The throne you sit upon was never yours. Never theirs. It was ours—caged, stolen, and forged from our bones. The Shadow Rulers were cowards who bound us to feed their hunger. And now you dare wear their crown.” The words hit like a blow. Serena’s chest tightened, her hands trembling as the truth cracked open beneath her. The throne wasn’t her inheritance. It wasn’t even her curse. It was a theft.

“And if you had, I would have ended you too. Don’t think for a second I would’ve mistaken you for anyone else, before I started harboring feelings.” I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze with a smirk tugging at my lips. “You still wouldn’t have. Katherine was ready to cover for me, as long as it gave her the chance to step into my place. Everyone wants a piece of my throne, Thorne. The only difference is I’ll burn them all before I give it up. I'm back for good.” Suddenly, the light flickered, first once, then again. A sharp crack of electricity sparked near the ceiling, and in the next breath, everything went black.

“One must die for the other to thrive.” She had spent her entire life fearing those words. Believing that either she or Vesper would have to perish for the prophecy to be fulfilled. But now, with the full text revealed, her hands trembled as she read the rest: “Or they must sacrifice the throne to the one hidden in shadows.” Her mind raced. The prophecy had never demanded her death or Vesper’s—it had demanded the fall of the ruling bloodline. A third player, someone lurking unseen, was meant to take the throne in their place.

If rumors were to spread about us in the capital's gossip circles, it wouldn't bode well for my reputation. "What exactly did you want to tell me?" The figure on the rooftop landed lightly before Maurice and me, looking as elegant as a god. I'd already known Gideon was eavesdropping from the roof, but Maurice had been oblivious. He was surprised to see Gideon appear out of nowhere. "What are you doing here, Uncle Gideon?" "Gigi is my wife-to-be. What's wrong with me being by her side? You, on the other hand… Why are you at the Chancellor's Manor?" Gideon asked.

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”

“We don’t know what this is. We don’t know if she’s lying.” Nova looked pained. “I wish I were.” I turned to her. “Then why not take the throne yourself?” “I tried,” she whispered. “I sat on it. I bled on it. But it didn’t want me.” I stared at her. “Because you’re not the heir.” She nodded once. “But you are.” And then the wind shifted. Every branch stilled. Every leaf held its breath. From behind the throne, the trees parted— And something began to crawl through.