Ivory Hills — the town that only appeared on maps for the elite.
An exclusive billionaire's playground nestled between two invisible borders.
Private jet access only. No one under a net worth of 1 billion entered without a blood oath.
Here, the Velmont Gala was held — a masked ball where identities were illusions and alliances were bought with glances.
Ochieng stood at the balcony in a black-on-black tuxedo, beside Maggy in emerald velvet, her eyes unreadable.
Across the room, Velora, dressed like sin, kissed the ring of Tobias Drex, but her eyes locked with Ochieng's.
Nearby, a girl in silver whispered,
> "The kiss that kills is always sweetest, darling."
That girl?
Celine Nightshade, 24 — a model-slash-socialite with ties to five crime families.
Flawless skin, black orchid tattoo on her thigh, and a history of disappearing men.
She approached Ochieng like a cat.
> "Did you really think the wedding ended your curse?" she said softly.
"You still owe the gods something... and I think it's Maggy."
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Meanwhile, Luther Amari — now fully unmasked — entered Obsidian Town, a secret city beneath the city, ruled by underworld monarchs.
There, he met:
Sage Umbra, 27 — cyber genius with a stitched eye and knowledge of every elite secret file.
Nasha Kori, 22 — a lethal ex-princess turned rebel assassin, known as the "Midnight Widow."
Sir Harvin Dell, 63 — once Bernardo's right hand, now loyal to the forgotten son.
> "You want to break the world, boy?" Harvin asked.
"Then burn their truths before their lies reach the surface."
Luther smirked.
> "Let them play with love, weddings, fame…
I'll play with death, loyalty, and memory."
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Back at the gala, Ochieng danced with Celine. One hand on her waist, one on her lie.
Just before midnight, she leaned in, lips a whisper away.
But Maggy interrupted, slapping Celine so hard the room froze.
> "That's my fiancé, witch."
Ochieng blinked.
> "Fiancé?"
"You left me with Velora. You danced with Drex. You kissed him."
Maggy's eyes shimmered with something between rage and heartbreak.
> "And you married Nyxara for power."
> "Because I had to—"
> "No," she cut him off. "Because you liked it."
Just then — the chandelier above them fell.
A warning.
A symbol.
Someone was watching.
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Later, Ochieng received an envelope.
Inside:
> "She's not your enemy.
She's your twin."
Attached was a photo.
Two baby girls.
Maggy.
And another girl, identical — held by Bernardo in a snow-covered monastery.
Ochieng stumbled back.
The letter was signed:
> From the girl you abandoned before birth — Euphoria.
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