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Happy New Month to each and every one of you. I invite you to check out my other book, "Bound by Fate: Mated to the Enemy." It's currently undergoing revision, and I hope you'll give it the same love and attention you've shown "Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing." Once again, I can't express how much I appreciate your support. With love, Jennifer Reginald

His face was unreadable. “She really did it,” Chloe whispered. “She burned the whole thing down.” Ben didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on Julian. “You think this ends here?” he said quietly. “This was just one piece. Reginald’s fall opens a vacuum — and someone’s going to fill it.” Chloe frowned. “You think Julian—?” Ben didn’t reply. His silence said enough. Across the room, Reginald was being escorted out, reporters shouting, cameras flashing. He looked back once — at Maya, at Leo, at the empire collapsing around him. His lips twisted into a faint smile.

Zogo looked toward the high walls of the estate, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his coat. “Let’s knock.” And with that, he stepped forward, walking through darkness like it bowed to him. Regalado’s POV Inside the Estate, 5:00 AM The old gallery smelled of varnish, Cuban tobacco, and power. Regalado stood with a glass of 60-year-old scotch in hand, gazing up at an oil portrait of his father, the original lion of the south…. General Estevan Regalado. A man who built an empire from bullets and borders. His ghost still lingered in these walls, Regalado believed. Still watching. Still approving.

"And for what? You don't have to lie to me, You know that you got what you wanted because I wasn't here, but am here now..." Umma Magijaya raised her hand in pure rage, But Nawal was quick to hold it in place before it make contact with her face. Tilting her head she said "I really don't want to do this, but am sure the King will be happy to know why his private plane that was supposed to fly out with Nuwaira has fault that same evening, when it was perfectly fine in the morning and also why the captain was delayed". Umma Magajiya almost stumble as her whole body started shaking in shock and fear. All the blood was drain from her face as she stares at Nawal, looking as if she has seen a ghos

I opened it carefully expecting to see a bomb or something. There was a little note inside. “I’m sorry.” It read. There was no name on the note. I didn’t know many people who owed me an apology and knew my address. There was a jar of cream from a brand I didn’t recognize and another jar of body balm from the same brand. There was also a bottle of tablets. There was another note in the corner. “The cream and balm are for the bruising. Apply them twice a day. Take one tablet twice every day to help with the soreness.”

Flames flickered low behind him, casting a jagged light across his sharply lined face. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. Across the room, Santino Alvarez, his oldest confidant and consigliere, waited silently beside the bookcase, used to the heavy silences that preceded Reginald’s fury. Reginald finally moved. He circled the desk with the cold grace of a predator, his gaze still fixed on the envelope. Thick parchment. Gold trim. The wax seal embossed with the Licrest — and the intertwined initials R & E.

The next morning, after breakfast—one Sebastian had cooked himself—the butler came to report that an elderly man claiming to be Sebastian’s friend was waiting for them in the manor’s sitting room. “It must be Reginald.” They exchanged a look and drove straight back to Vanderbilt Manor. When they entered, Lucy was already waiting. On the sofa sat Reginald, disheveled and pale, his face drawn with exhaustion. “Reginald.” They hurried forward. The old man lifted his head weakly, his voice rasping. “You’re finally here…” “Did you finish the translation?” Caitlin asked anxiously. Reginald nodded and shakily pulled a stack of papers from his coat. He handed them to her. The pages were stained with

Her voice trembled, her eyes red-rimmed. Still such a good actress. "Are you angry with me?" Reginald stood, frowning at me. "Because I brought Felicia back?" "No." I held the papers out to him. "What's this?" Reginald took them, confused, not opening them. "Just some documents. They need your signature." Reginald glanced at the cover, assuming it was a deed for the estate or some asset agreement. His expression instantly softened. He stepped closer, his voice dripping with condescending pity. "The villa on Lake Como. You always liked it there." He stroked my cheek, like I was a pet. "And the Swiss account. Is ten million enough to start?"

In the beautiful country of Rinovea, King Andriego and Queen Cleo reigned wonderfully in the past years. They made the country disciplined, yet beautiful. One day, they had a baby. A royal baby, and they named her, yes it's a girl, Ruthy.Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale, princess of Rinovea.The country rejoiced with the new born baby, but is still worried for it is a princess. A princess shall need to be married to be able to step on the throne, and it one of the highest and strictest rule of the history of Royals in Rinovea.Will Ruthy accept her fate to be married even if it has to be an arranged marriage, for her country? Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King?

Zarek stood near the far end of the room, a sheet of paper in his hand, his posture held too straight, like he was forcing himself into something that didn’t sit right on him. “…unregulated influence cannot be allowed to shape the future of this kingdom…” The words didn’t land all at once. They settled slowly, piece by piece, until something about them started to feel off. I moved closer without saying anything, closing the distance before he even noticed I was there. The paper was out of his hands before he could react. He stepped closer, hand brushing the edge of the paper, and for a heartbeat, I felt the pull of… something I didn’t name.