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    Joslyn, Wanda’s biological mother, lifted her chin proudly over her daughter’s status. “Rest assured, Bonnie. Wanda won’t let you down.”

    Trinity, ever eager to tter, chimed in enthusiastically, “Yes! Wanda is the pride of the Craig family—our brightest star!”

    But Wanda didn’t smile. She met each of their gazes with a veil of frost in her eyes. Behind herposed masky deep resentment. She despised her connection to the Craigs. In her heart, they were vulgar, provincial, and entirely beneath her. If fate had been kinder—if she had been born a true Campbell—she wouldn’t have to suffer theirpany at all.

    Yet no amount of ambition could rewrite her bloodline. Despite holding the title of Campbell heiress, few in the Campbell family truly acknowledged her. Eva was the only one who treated her with any warmth. The rest kept her at arm’s length, a reminder that she would always be an outsider, regardless of title.

    That was the ache she’d carried daily. The one she truly desired to marry was not Cole—it was Milton. Since childhood, she had chased Milton’s approval, dreaming that marriage would secure her ce as a true Campbell. But Milton had never once looked her way. No matter what she did, his eyes never lingered.

    When that dream crumbled, she had been forced to consider others. Marrying anyone else felt like an admission of defeat—a step away from the life she truly wanted. But then, out of the blue, Cole had arrived at her doorstep and proposed to her. It was unexpected—and exhrating. If she couldn’t be a Campbell by blood or marriage, bing an Evans was the next best thing. Cole’s power rivaled Milton’s, and the Evans family stood shoulder to shoulder with the Campbells. Perhaps this was fate offering her a second chance at status.

    The Craig family, of course, had no idea what thoughts truly ran through Wanda’s mind. They mistook her coldness for elegance—a byproduct, they assumed, of being groomed by the prestigious Campbells.

    Elsewhere, with every piece falling into ce, Elliana quietly slipped out of Ublento that same night. She boarded amercial flight to Cadena, deliberately choosing it as her new base of operations. Herpany, registered by Rosa, was based there—a convenient cover that made the move seem both logical and unremarkable.

    Because of the time difference, she arrived in Cadena at midnight.

    The clock struck midnight. This was precisely the time Elliana needed. She had deliberately chosen this flight tond in Cadena at this hour.

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    Darkness offered exactly the sort of cover Wanda’s people would need to go after Elliana, and gave Elliana the perfect chance to pull off a fake death charade.

    With her suitcase rolling behind her, Elliana made her way out of the airport. A quick scan of her surroundings was all it took for her to spot the assassins hiding in the shadows. She kept her face neutral and walked straight to the taxi stand.

    This airport sat on the edge of the city. Anyone leaving from here would have to drive east, passing through a series of mountains before entering Cadena. Mountains towered on one side of the narrow road, and on the other side, steep cliffs dropped down into the dark.

    Nighttime driving was risky on this stretch, with plenty of cars ending up in fatal wrecks after veering off the cliffs. Every part of this had been the reason Elliana chose this airport. She intended to use that mountain road to vanish without a trace.

    The moment she hopped into a taxi and drove off, the assassins lurking in the shadows dashed to their waiting cars and trailed behind.

    Elliana had set up the taxi ride beforehand. The driver belonged to the Thorn Rose organization.

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