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(Ethan's POV)

The hospital's emergency room doors slid open as Miles Blackwood stumbled out, his head heavily bandaged.

Blood had soaked through the white gauze, a testament to the severity of his wound.

He cursed under his breath, touching the bandage gingerly. His eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for

any sign of the woman who had attacked him.

"That b***h," he muttered, wincing as pain shot through his skull. "I'll find her and make her pay."

As he walked toward the taxi stand, a shadow moved behind him. Before Miles could react, a hand clamped over

his mouth, muffling his startled cry.

Strong arms dragged him into the darkness between two parked ambulances. His feet kicked uselessly against

the pavement as he was thrown to the ground.

| stood there, watching him with detached interest. The cigarette between my fingers glowed orange in

darkness, illuminating my face just enough for Miles to recognize me.

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Maxwell Chen stepped back, his job done. Miles lay at my feet, trembling like prey before a predator. "Stone...

Mr. Stone..." Miles's voice cracked with fear. His eyes widened as he recognized the danger he was

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| took a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl from my lips. The silence stretched between us,

heavy with unspoken threats.

Miles scrambled backward, trying to put distance between us. | stepped forward, placing my boot firmly on his

right hand.

"Don't!" Miles cried out, panic evident in his voice.

Maxwell moved quickly, covering Miles's mouth with his hand. We couldn't risk drawing attention with

screams.

| looked down at Miles, my expression unchanged. Then, with deliberate slowness, | ground my heel down. The

sound of bones breaking was oddly satisfying. Miles's muffled screams vibrated against Maxwell's palm as tears

streamed down his face.

Without hesitation, | shifted my weight to his other hand. The process repeated pressure, resistance, then the

distinct c***k of bones giving way.

Miles's eyes rolled back in his head, the pain nearly causing him to lose consciousness. But | wasn't finished

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With precise aim, | delivered a brutal kick between his legs. His body convulsed once before going completely

limp.

"Take him to the police station," | instructed Maxwell, my voice devoid of emotion. "I don't want to see him in my

territory again."

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Maxwell nodded, understanding the unspoken command. Miles Blackwood would never return to Silvercrest

territory if he valued his life.

| turned and walked away, flicking my cigarette to the ground. Behind me, | heard

Maxwell dragging Miles's unconscious body toward the car.

The trunk slammed shut, and Maxwell's car pulled away, heading toward the police station where Chief Garrison

would ensure Miles faced appropriate charges.

No one touched what was mine without consequences. Especially not my mate. (Victoria's POV)

My phone vibrated with an incoming call. Isabelle's nflashed on the screen, her sobs audible the

moment | answered.

"Vicky..." Her voice was barely recognizable through her tears.

| smiled to myself, satisfaction coursing through my veins. Though my plan for

Olivia hadn't fully succeeded,

this unexpected outcwas almost as satisfying.

"Where are you?" | asked, injecting concern into my voice. "I'll cget you right away."

Isabelle gaveher location between hiccupping sobs. | drove there immediately, parking across the street.

| watched with calculated patience as she stumbled toward my car. Even from a distance, | could see her

swollen face and torn clothing.

The sight sent a thrill of pleasure through me. Isabelle Stone, the proud daughter

of the Stone family, reduced

to this pitiful state.

When she was close enough, | rushed out of my car, the perfect picture of distress. "Yihuan, what happened

to you?" | cried, reaching for her.

Isabelle collapsed into my arms, clinging tolike | was her only lifeline. Her entire body shook with sobs.

"Vicky.... I'm not worthy of Lucas anymore," she wailed. "What should | do?"

| stroked her hair, murmuring soothing words as | guided her into my car. Once inside, she broke down

completely.

Between sobs, she recounted the night's events how Miles had attacked her, how she'd fought back with the

ashtray, how she'd fled in terror.

| mirrored her emotions perfectly, gasping in horror and shedding tears at appropriate moments. By the tshe

finished, we were both crying.

"Isabelle, don't be silly," | said, wiping away my tears. "How could this be your fault?"

Her swollen eyes looked atwith desperate hope. | pressed my advantage, knowing exactly what she

needed to hear.

"You love Lucas and you're the perfect match for him," | continued, my voice gentle but firm. "This doesn't

change anything."

| could see my words taking root in her fragile state. She wanted so badly to believe me.

"You're the Stone family's eldest daughter," | reminded her. "You and Mr. Blackwood are the perfect match,

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Isabelle nodded slowly, her expression changing. The self-pity in her eyes gradually transformed into something

darker

It's all Olivia Winters' fault," she hissed, her hands clenching into fists. "If she hadn't escaped, none of this

would have happened!".

| hid my smile, pleased with how easily she'd redirected her anger. "Cto Rosewood Haven," | suggested

"Take a shower and change your clothes," Isabelle looked atwith uncertainty. "But what about Miles? What if

he tells someone?"

"Miles was drugged by his own potion," | assured her. "He doesn't know it was you. As long as we don't say.

anything, no one will know."

| squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You're still the perfect match for Mr. Blackwood."

"Can | really still be Lucas's wife?" she asked, her voice small and hopeful.

"Of course," | replied without hesitation. "Who else is worthy of him?"

The relief on her face was almost comical. She believedcompletely, never suspecting that | had

orchestrated her downfall just as | had planned Olivia's.

(Olivia's POV)

| woke to the sterile smell of hospital disinfectant. My head pounded mercilessly,

but my mind was finally

clear.

The effects of the Savage Moon Elixir had worn off, leaving behind only a dull ache in my muscles and a

bitter taste in my mouth.

| sat up slowly, surveying the empty hospital room. Ethan was gone, of course. He had broughthere for

treatment, then left without a word.

A bitter smile played on my lips. | shouldn't have expected anything else from him.

The clock on the wall showed it was past midnight. | swung my legs over the side of the bed, noticing | was

wearing unfamiliar clothes.