“So Nightspire Pack never went bankrupt and fled. They…”
“So everything I’ve achieved, everything I’ve built, was all because of Tahlia…”
The full weight of the truth hit Bastian at once. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, hard, aga
n, typing through his tears in the group chat:
n sorry! Tahlia, I’m sorry! I was wrong!”
But I had zero interest in his belated remorse. He simply couldn’t accept that he was about to drown in the mud.
I closed the livestream, disbanded t
at, and blocked and deleted every single person connected to Bastian
Then I turned to Zephyr and
I knew that without hi
Bastian in ten minu
me that fast.
- y.
ts ahead of time, Nightspire Pack’s reach was too far overseas to bank k working in concert with Nightspire Pack that made it possible to aven
I landed in
waking
dr
n I caught my reflection in the mirror, battered and caked in dried blood, it felt I pain radiating from every inch of my body reminded me that none of it had been
ked my phone, the news was everywhere. Silverveil Pack’s entire financial chain had collapse was the one about Bastian’s mating ceremony and Zyra’s public rejection.
y loved him. With a baby on the way, I figured she’d stand by him through thick and thin. But
led love crumbled at the first real test.
ention of watching their circus, but my finger accidentally tapped a news video.
d out that after I left the livestream, Bastian couldn’t reach me and went berserk, demanding to fly to Novara to ne. ButZyra refused to let him leave. She insisted he go with her immediately to dissolve their mate bond. She uldn’t stomach being tied to a bankrupt man drowning in debt for even one more second
She announced that she was going to abort the baby right then and there, and demanded that Bastian sign over every
asset in his name as compens
But Mrs. Silverve
he procedure.
what she’d done to me, and she understood that her son’s only
path back!
t satisfied, she kicked/yta to the ground. “You little ever should have made. Tahlia never would have left”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
