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All she could get from her was the black smoke tattoo on her left side neck. "I made a deal to help you regarding this and in exchange, you'll help me with something," Eleonna looked up to Audella's eyes. Completely forgetting what she was about to say as she stayed silent and gave her her whole attention. "Help my team join in this game by coming with us as Eleanor Rixie Salvelle." she stated in a serious voice as she gave her an envelope. Eleonna opened it to see a letter asking for the players signature. Six of it was already signed, only Eleanor's were empty.

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No one had ever heard of a third DelValle child. And now, another heir was suddenly being introduced before the entire nation. Naturally, everyone became even more eager. “So, ladies and gentlemen,” Lucas continued confidently, “I want this clearly written in tomorrow’s headlines.” He leaned slightly forward before gesturing toward the family seated beside him. “Starting today, two DelValle brothers—together with our princess’s prince, of course, Darvid Montereal—will stand together in leading this empire.” Lucas turned toward his family and smiled proudly.

A gaze as cold as ice locked on mine, lifting a white card between us. “What is this?” I spat venomously, pressing the blade deeper against his throat, “I’m not in the mood for these games, either tell me or I kill you.” He didn’t flinch. He simply flipped the card. And my entire body stiffened, every muscle locked in place. I didn’t even blink, the cursive black letters burned into my brain since I discovered their existence. ‘In Wisdom, We Endure.’ The slogan of the Rebel’s Creed. He let the card drop and on instinct, I fall to the ground and catch it, afraid the wind might take it away. Except that gave the man time to escape, leaving me alone on the balcony.

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

I asked, bewildered. Sasha looked at me with raised eyebrows. "You don’t know what this is?" I shook my head, and Sasha handed me the card. It was plain but gleaming, with no visible chip. In one corner, three small letters were inscribed: "M.C.S." The card's simplicity was overshadowed by its aura of opulence and power.

She has become so weak that she can no longer get out of bed The man urges her to try eating some porridge but she shakes her head and starts to cry. As the man looks at his wife in despair, he lifts his face to the heavens and makes a silent prayer then takes the remote control of the television in the bedroom and switches it on. ***** Only reporters with gold-plated invites with the CEO's seal at the bottom left of the card were allowed in. Those who thought they could forge the invitation card were turned away as the seal was made with special invisible ink that only a few knew about.

++++Transmission incoming++++ ++++Language unknown++++ -> translating<- ++++Complete+++ ++++Compiling message++++ ++++Message reads:++++ Battlestar Invictus to Imperial Vessel: Do not, Repeat, Do not fire on us! We intend to aid in fending off the red Dagger ships. Please acknowledge on same frequency. ++++Message ends++++ ++++Transmission ended++++

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Victor’s POV I held the envelope in my hands, its weight strangely ominous as I carefully slid my finger under the seal and opened it. Aria leaned in, her eyes bright with anticipation, mirroring my own curiosity and apprehension. Inside was a single card—sleek and discreet, crafted from smooth black paper that shimmered under the restaurant’s dim lights. A faint, silvery emblem embossed at the top depicted a stylized phoenix rising from flames, barely visible unless held at the right angle. Beneath it, in understated gold lettering, were the words: The Mirage Casino. Admit Two. The invitation exuded an unmistakable air of exclusivity, as if it had been crafted to speak only to those with th