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After Sophia and her husband left, my parents pulled me into the living room, both speaking over each
other to confirm I really meant it.
“Of course I mean it,” I told them with a genuine smile. “When I come back, I’ll start my own company.
Something that’s mine, not just an inheritance.”
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Marcus let out a long breath as tension drained from his shoulders. Eleanor cupped my face in her hands,
her touch warm and gentle. “I just want you to be happy, sweetheart. To live for yourself and not for
someone who can’t see what he has.”
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I leaned into her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent, and felt something loosen in my chest. Maybe
leaving was the answer. Maybe distance would finally give me the space I needed to fully let go.
Back at my apartment that evening, I began packing for Silver Ridge. Several days passed in this methodical
process until my phone rang while I was folding sweaters. Ruby Morrison’s name appeared on the screen.
“Violet, I need to talk to you about my daughter and Daemon,” Ruby’s voice was tight with anxiety.
“Why don’t you let them handle it themselves?” I said carefully. “If they want to be together, shouldn’t they
fight for that?”
“I will never accept it!” Ruby’s composure cracked. “Never! I locked her in the house the moment she got out
of the hospital, and she’s not leaving until she cuts things off with that man completely.”
I thought of how Ruby had witnessed so much of my relationship with Daemon, had even helped us buy
those fertility supplements. Now her daughter was being crucified online while Ruby experienced the full
weight of public judgment.
“Ruby, feelings aren’t something you can force,” I said quietly. “If they care about each other, what can we
really do?”
“That’s exactly why I’m calling you!” Her desperation bled through. “Please, Violet, talk to the Alpha. Tell
him he’s a mated man with a Luna as accomplished as you, that he has no business chasing after my
daughter like this.”
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Dark satisfaction curled through my chest. This fierce rejection was so different from my previous life. “I’ll
talk to him,” I said with reluctant agreement. “I can’t promise it will change anything, but I’ll try.”
After Ruby hung up, I stared at Daemon’s contact before pressing call. He answered on the third ring.
“What?”
“I just got an interesting call from Ruby Morrison,” I said lightly. “She’s locked Celeste in the house and
won’t let her out until she cuts things off with you completely.”
Silence stretched across the line.
“So what’s your plan?” I continued. “Are you going to keep pursuing her, or are you ready to give up?”
“Stop meddling in my business, Violet.” His voice was cold.
“I’m not meddling,” I said, mockery creeping into my words. “I’m just pointing out that your little girlfriend
is locked up while you’re dragging your feet about the rejection ceremony. She must be heartbroken
realizing you’re not actually willing to fight for her.”
“Violet.” His tone dropped dangerously. “You’re getting really good at knowing exactly what to say to piss
me off.”
Satisfaction bloomed sharp and vindicating in my chest–this was the payoff of my rebirth, watching my
careful positioning finally create real consequences. “Not at all,” I said sweetly. “I’m just concerned for
Celeste’s wellbeing since she’s so young and her emotional resilience isn’t great. I’d hate for her to do
something drastic again.”
I could practically hear his jaw clenching through the phone.
“But that’s your problem to solve,” I continued breezily. “I need to go anyway. Beauty sleep and all that.”
I ended the call before he could respond and was just drifting toward sleep when my phone rang again.
Celeste’s name flashed on the screen.
“Violet…” Her voice was small and uncertain.
“I thought your mother locked you in the house,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “How are you calling me?”
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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.

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