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Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"

They all remembered Elio, the useless live-in son-in-law, and felt that Evelyn was cursed to have such a pathetic husband. Everyone thought Elio was a poor and incompetent loser, but his true identity would shock the entire city of Cloudsea. As the young and beautiful secretary opened the door, an elegant lady walked into the living room. Her features were exquisite. Although she was over forty years old, she looked ten years younger than her actual age. She had the aura of a queen. Everyone in the room stood up and greeted her respectfully. "Good afternoon, Madam Rinz." Only Elio was still sitting with his legs crossed, looking sloppy and lackadaisical. The woman was none other than his mot

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

She snapped, stopping me “if my son did not teach you…” “That is enough, mother” Alexei snapped, stopping her. Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise, and seeing as her son was now letting out low growls, she knew that she had taken things a bit further than she should have, at least in terms of him being an Alpha. “You are defending a slave against your own mother?” She asked, glaring at him. Isabella pushed him back, her push not moving Alexei as he stood in front of her, watching her “you, my own fucking son, my first born, are defending a slave…”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Behind us, Sona cried out, "Mom! Dad! If you leave, who will I stay with?" Her voice tore through my heart. Was Sona not part of the simulation? Was she truly my daughter? Or just another illusion created by the Architect? I turned back. Sona stood before a blazing sphere of fire. She wasn’t crying anymore—she was smiling, softly and sadly. "Sona!" I screamed. "Mom, I am your final connection," she said calmly. "If you leave, I will remain trapped here. But you cannot reach the control room unless you use me as the key."