(Author’s POV)
"Amelia Clinton is the perfect target. And I, Denver Brooks, will personally see the end of this," Denver’s voice was filled with finality.
Everyone else in the room- the vampires, the werewolves, the bears were thrilled to hear his words. A girl~ ... this nonpareil~ ... they were bound to succeed.
Garry gritted his teeth. Yes, he had been a part of their wrongdoing. Yes, he wasn’t a clean man at all, never had been. Yes, he was ready to dirty his hands anytime. Yet~ .... involving a child, a literal child, that was a clear no-no for him. She was even younger than his sons. He clutched his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white. That day, he resolved to see to it that Amelia Clinton was not harmed by these vicious beasts.
But before he could take any action, Denver had already made his move. He had changed not just his identity but his entire self, including his face, using an illusion potion to transfigure his face. With his connections, he easily got admitted to the same school as Amelia’s.
Vienna, who was ready to do anything to be with him, fed him information about Amelia’s likes and dislikes. She helped him woo her sister.
Honestly, Vienna Clinton, that vile girl, was much more cruel than those outsiders. Those people were vultures, but she~ ... she was a cuckoo, good at deception.
For a guy, she had decided to throw her own blood sister into the abyss. And the worst part, she wasn’t even ashamed of it. Instead, she relished her downfall. She never liked that goody-to-shoes sister of hers, who had all the attention from her parents and brother ever since the day she was born. On top of that, she was smart, got good grades, a clean record and a god gifted beauty. She had not a single flaw. It was as if she was always treading the silk road, bound for greatness.
And~ ... that’s what Vienna hated. She loathed her from the depths of her heart for getting everything in life so easily. So, she wanted to ruin her reputation, her mind, her soul and eventually her life.
On one instance, when she went to a karaoke house with Denver to give him intel on Amelia’s friends, she heard him talking on the phone in the washroom~ ... the other person was not speaking, but literally barking at him. Their voice was so loud that it even reached Vienna, "Halo Wareham~ .... It has been so many years. You are still not done with your tantrums. Until when will this go on: you trying to seek your fantasy of learning magic."
Denver clenched his jaw as he snapped back, "I am Denver Brooks now. The Wareham young master~ .... is dead long ago. Whatever I do in my life has got nothing, absolutely nothing to do with any of you. So, stop fucking contacting me. I don’t want even a single one of you in my life. GOT IT."


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