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103Jane’s phone buzzed on her desk, shattering the tense silence that had settled between her and Lydia. She let out an exasperated sigh, already dreading whoever was on the other end. Without even looking at the screen, she reached for the device and answered in a clipped tone.“What?”A dramatic gasp sounded from the other end. “Is that any way to greet your mother, Jane?”Jane clenched her jaw, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Mother.” Her voice was flat, void of any warmth. “What do you want?”Her mother, Linda Cooper, clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh, so now I have to want something just to call my own daughter? Maybe I just missed you, Jane. Maybe I was worried because I haven’t seen you since yesterday.”Jane rolled her eyes. Missed me? Worried? Please. The only time her mother reached out was when she needed something—money, favors, connections. There was no maternal affection behind these calls.“I’ve been busy,” Jane said curtly.“Yes, yes, always so busy wit
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104 Lydia leaned forward, her expression serious. “Jane, you have to stop letting them walk all over you. I get that you don’t want to show weakness, but at some point, enough is enough.” Jane let out a dry chuckle. “Tell that to my mother. She could squeeze money out of a rock.” Lydia smirked. “Sounds like you learned from the best.” Jane rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. A tense silence settled between them again. Then Lydia spoke, her voice gentler this time. “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need to start thinking long-term. If things keep going the way they are… you won’t be able to keep up this façade forever.” Jane’s stomach twisted at the thought. She had spent years building her empire, clawing her way to the top. The idea of losing it all—of failing—was unbearable. “I won’t let it come to that,” she said firmly. Lydia studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Then we fight back.” Jane met her gaze, a fire rekindling in her eyes. “Damn right
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105 Lydia immediately noticed. “Oh my God, speak of the devil.” She practically bounced in her seat. “Answer it! Answer it right now!”Jane shot her a look but picked up the phone anyway. “Bobby?”“Jane.” His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.Lydia silently squealed, shaking Jane’s arm excitedly. Jane swatted her away, trying to focus.Bobby chuckled. “Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”“No, not at all,” Jane said smoothly.“Good.” His voice was warm, confident. “I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner tonight.”Jane’s lips curled into a smile. “Dinner?”“Yes.” A pause. Then, with amusement, he added, “Unless you have better plans?”Lydia practically jumped in her seat, mouthing Say yes! Say yes!Jane smirked. “I think I can fit you into my schedule.”Bobby chuckled. “Glad to hear it. I’ll send my driver to pick you up at seven.”“Sounds perfect.”“I’ll see you tonight, then.”“You will,” Jane said, and with that, the call ended.Lydia erupted.“OH MY GOD!” She grab
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106A Tense Dinner InvitationDylan adjusted his cufflinks, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. His navy-blue dress shirt fit snugly against his lean frame, and the polished watch on his wrist gleamed under the warm bedroom light. He ran a hand through his neatly styled dark hair, making sure everything was in place.His phone buzzed on the dresser. He reached for it, recognizing Olivia’s name on the screen.“Hey,” he answered.“You better not be backing out,” Olivia teased, her voice carrying a playful edge. “I even got a nice dress for tonight.”Dylan chuckled, buttoning the last cuff. “Relax, I’m on schedule.”“Good.” She sounded satisfied. “I’ll see you at the restaurant at eight. Don’t be late, Dylan.”Before he could respond, the call ended. He let out a short sigh, shaking his head. Tonight was going to be… interesting.A soft knock at his bedroom door broke his thoughts.“Daddy?”Dylan turned to see his six-year-old daughter, Molly, peeking in with wide, curious eyes. Th
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107 Dylan stepped into his garage, his gaze flicking over the sleek vehicles parked inside. His prized black sports car gleamed under the dim lighting, but tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for attention. Instead, he opted for his dark gray sedan—simple, understated, and exactly what he needed.Sliding into the driver’s seat, he exhaled and started the engine. As he pulled out of the driveway, his thoughts drifted back to Helen. The look in her eyes before he left… was that disappointment? Jealousy? Or was he just imagining things?He shook his head. Focus, Dylan. It’s just dinner.The drive was smooth, city lights reflecting off his windshield as he navigated through the streets. It wasn’t long before he pulled up in front of Celeste, an upscale yet intimate restaurant known for its ambient lighting and gourmet cuisine. He handed his keys to the valet, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he walked inside.The warm golden glow of chandeliers bathed the restaurant in a soft, inviting ligh
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108 Celeste Restaurant – A Night of RevelationsDylan’s gaze remained steady on Olivia as she fixed him with an expectant stare, waiting for his response. Her question about Lucas lingered between them, the air suddenly thick with unspoken tension.He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, Olivia, I don’t know much about him.” His voice was even, but there was an undertone of exasperation. “In fact, shouldn’t you be the one telling me about him?”Olivia arched a brow. “Me?”“Yes, you,” Dylan said pointedly. “You’re the one who knows him, grew up with him. If anything, I should be the one asking you.”She tilted her head, lips pressing together before she gave a small chuckle. “You have a point.” Then, her expression shifted, turning sharper. “But you were also the one who accused him of poisoning me and Odile.”Dylan didn’t deny it. “I didn’t accuse him outright,” he corrected. “I just assumed—based on his behavior. He seemed off, weird, always lurking around. It felt
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109 Olivia, noticing his reaction, followed his gaze toward the entrance. Then, her expression changed. She looked at him very intrigued. The air between them grew taut, the lighthearted conversation from moments ago forgotten. The restaurant noise faded into the background, leaving only the sound of Dylan’s steady, controlled breathing. Because standing at the entrance, scanning the restaurant with sharp eyes, was the last person he wanted to see tonight. Dylan’s fingers curled around the stem of his wine glass as the door clicked open. His gaze lifted instinctively, and the moment he saw who had just walked in, he felt his entire body tense. Jane. And right beside her, a massive, broad-shouldered man—Bobby. Dylan cursed under his breath. If he even had luck, it was the worst kind. Of all the people in this city, of all the restaurants, why did she have to come here? And with him? Jane was stunning as always, her dress hugging her slender frame, blonde hair styled
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110For a moment, Jane just stared. Then, as if recovering quickly, she plastered on a polite smile and leaned in to say something to Bobby. He followed her gaze, his broad features twisting into a smirk the second he spotted Dylan.Dylan exhaled through his nose, already regretting ever stepping foot in this restaurant.“Well, that was dramatic,” Olivia muttered, swirling her wine. “Think she saw a ghost, too?”Dylan clenched his jaw. “She’ll pretend it doesn’t bother her, but trust me—it does.”Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Sounds like you’re still in her head.”“Not interested in being there,” he shot back.Across the restaurant, Jane murmured something to the maitre d’, and within seconds, he was leading them toward a table—directly in Dylan’s line of sight. Perfect.“Great,” Dylan muttered. “Of all the tables in this place—”Olivia smirked. “Maybe she picked it on purpose.”Dylan frowned but said nothing. He refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got under his skin.
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Chapter 181: Ashes Don’t ForgetThe air in The Broken Compass turned thick with tension as Lilith lifted her goblet once more, her calm demeanor a fragile mask. The flickering lantern above her cast shadows along her jawline, emphasizing the cold steel in her gaze.That’s when a sleazy-looking man swaggered up to her table. Gold rings on every finger, a filthy toothpick dancing between his lips, and the unmistakable stench of rum and arrogance clinging to him.He slapped a few crumpled bills onto the table and grinned. “You look expensive, sweetheart. But I’m feeling generous tonight.”Lilith didn’t even flinch. “Pick those up before I shove them down your throat.”The man laughed like she’d told a joke. “Oh, come on, don’t play hard to get. I heard about you. Night Order, right? Bet you’ve done worse for less.”Her hand twitched near the dagger strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her coat. “Last warning.”He leaned closer, his breath hot and disgusting. “You’ll change your mind aft
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Chapter 181: Ashes Don’t Forget The air in The Broken Compass turned thick with tension as Lilith lifted her goblet once more, her calm demeanor a fragile mask. The flickering lantern above her cast shadows along her jawline, emphasizing the cold steel in her gaze. That’s when a sleazy-looking man swaggered up to her table. Gold rings on every finger, a filthy toothpick dancing between his lips, and the unmistakable stench of rum and arrogance clinging to him. He slapped a few crumpled bills onto the table and grinned. “You look expensive, sweetheart. But I’m feeling generous tonight.” Lilith didn’t even flinch. “Pick those up before I shove them down your throat.” The man laughed like she’d told a joke. “Oh, come on, don’t play hard to get. I heard about you. Night Order, right? Bet you’ve done worse for less.” Her hand twitched near the dagger strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her coat. “Last warning.” He leaned closer, his breath hot and disgusting. “You’ll change your m
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Chapter 181: Ashes Don’t ForgetThe air in The Broken Compass turned thick with tension as Lilith lifted her goblet once more, her calm demeanor a fragile mask. The flickering lantern above her cast shadows along her jawline, emphasizing the cold steel in her gaze.That’s when a sleazy-looking man swaggered up to her table. Gold rings on every finger, a filthy toothpick dancing between his lips, and the unmistakable stench of rum and arrogance clinging to him.He slapped a few crumpled bills onto the table and grinned. “You look expensive, sweetheart. But I’m feeling generous tonight.”Lilith didn’t even flinch. “Pick those up before I shove them down your throat.”The man laughed like she’d told a joke. “Oh, come on, don’t play hard to get. I heard about you. Night Order, right? Bet you’ve done worse for less.”Her hand twitched near the dagger strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her coat. “Last warning.”He leaned closer, his breath hot and disgusting. “You’ll change your mind aft
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Chapter 180: Embers of VengeanceThe fire in the hearth snapped as Dylan returned to the drawing room. The old wood panels whispered with every step he took. Gregory sat in a leather armchair near the flames, polishing a pair of vintage spectacles. He looked up as Dylan entered.“All settled?” Gregory asked.Dylan nodded, running a hand through his hair. “She’s asleep. Curled around that fox like it’s armor.”“She’s been through more than most grown men could survive,” Gregory murmured. “Just like her mother.”Dylan’s jaw tightened. He walked over and poured himself a glass of aged whiskey from the crystal decanter. He drained the glass and set it down, then leaned against the mantel. “What do you know about the Night Order?”Gregory paused. “Only what Helen told me. That they used to be a myth… until they weren’t. Secret society. Rituals. Power plays. Blood pacts.”A silence stretched between them until Gregory said, “There’s a woman. Used to be one of them. She turned her back on t
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Chapter 179: Through the AshesThe ride was silent at first—except for the soft crinkle of Dolly’s lollipop wrapper and the distant hum of the engine. Dylan stared out the tinted window, his jaw clenched, one hand resting protectively on Dolly’s knee.She leaned against him, but her eyes were wide open, darting around the interior of the luxurious car.“Is this a magic carriage?” she asked, voice soft.Dylan chuckled faintly. “Something like that.”She held up the lollipop. “It’s cherry. That’s my favorite.”“I remembered,” he said.Her brows rose. “You remembered? But you said you didn’t know about me.”He hesitated, then smiled. “I didn’t. But your mother used to say, ‘If I ever have a daughter, she’s going to love cherry more than anything else.’”Dolly’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Mama said that?”“All the time.”They fell into silence again, but this time it was less heavy.After a while, Dolly turned her head and whispered, “Do you miss her?”Dylan’s throat tightene
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Chapter 178: A Father’s OathThe mansion’s heavy front door creaked open, letting in the morning light—and a gust of wind that smelled of ash and distant bloodshed. Dylan held Dolly close, her small arms still wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.But as they reached the edge of the stone steps, she stiffened in his arms.“Wait,” she whispered, pulling back slightly. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere safe,” Dylan replied softly, adjusting her weight in his arms.“Safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “But who are you?”Dylan froze.“I told you,” he said gently, “I’m your father.”She looked at him long and hard. Her tiny brows furrowed, lips pursed with doubt. “You… you don’t feel like Papa.”His heart cracked a little. “I didn’t know about you, Dolly. Not until tonight. If I had… I would’ve come for you sooner. I swear on your mother’s life.”Dolly blinked, silent for a moment, then asked, “Did Mama really tell you to come?”“Yes.” He crouched down, setting her gently on the
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177Chapter 177: The Search BeginsDylan’s boots thudded against the stairs as he stormed up them two at a time, Seraphina’s blood still drying on his chest like a second heart. His throat burned, but he swallowed the pain. There was no time to mourn. Not now.“Dolly!” he shouted, voice rough and hoarse. “Dolly, if you’re here—please answer me!”The hallway stretched before him, quiet and cloaked in shadows. The scent of old wood and lavender clung to the air—Seraphina’s favorite oil. His hand brushed the wall as he passed a set of closed doors, his mind racing.He threw open the first room.Empty.Just dusty blankets, a cracked mirror, and toys that hadn’t been played with in years.“Dolly!” he yelled again, more desperately this time. “It’s Papa. I’m here. Please—baby, answer me.”His heart thundered. He moved to the next room, nearly ripping the door off its hinges.“Dolly—”Nothing but silence.Then—A faint thump.He froze.It came again.He turned sharply toward the third door.
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176“I forgave you,” she said suddenly, her voice clear for a brief second. “For everything. For the things you did… for what we became. I forgave you a long time ago, Dylan. I just wish you could forgive yourself.” His chest tightened so sharply he could hardly breathe. “You don’t get to say goodbye. Not like this. No. No—stay awake. Don’t close your eyes. I need you. We need you.” “I’m tired,” she whispered. “But listen… the Alliance… it’s burning. They’re tearing it apart because of you.” He flinched, guilt sweeping over him. “I never wanted this war. I built Dragonia to unite our lands, to end bloodshed…” “But you left,” she said, blinking slowly. “You left it behind… and it turned into a battlefield.” He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes wet with grief. “Because I couldn’t face what I lost. Because I was a coward.” “You’re not,” she murmured. “You were always brave. Stubborn… cruel, sometimes. But brave.” “I don’t want to be brave anymore,” he whispered. “I just want you
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175“Please…” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.”A long silence stretched between them. The forest around them was too quiet—no birds, no wind, just the rising smoke and the smell of iron and earth.Then—suddenly—her hand caught his wrist.His heart leapt.Her grip, weak but deliberate, made his breath hitch.“…It’s too late,” she whispered, a faint smile pulling at her cracked lips.“No. No, it’s not.” His voice was thick with tears as he shook his head. “I’ve got you, I can—”“You can’t.” Her voice was softer than a breeze, fragile and final. “Not this time. Dylan…”His jaw clenched. “Don’t talk like that. You’re not dying, do you hear me? You’re not—!”She squeezed his hand, surprising him with a flicker of strength. “Listen to me. There’s something I never told you…”His heart pounded violently against his ribs. “What?”“Our daughter.”She coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her lips, staining the side of her chin.“Her name… is Dolly.”Dylan froze.“What…?” His voice cracked.
