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It was the earliest hours of the morning.While some people twisted and turned in their beds, snoring softly beneath warm blankets, others walked beneath the fading city lights, eyes tired yet hopeful, searching for jobs that barely existed.Some stayed awake, staring at collapsing business charts, wondering where they went wrong, replaying every decision that led them here.Others couldn’t sleep because their past refused to let them.What was once luxury now haunted them in broad daylight. A secret murder buried for a decade, weighing heavily on a guilty conscience wondering if turning themselves in would finally bring peace.A new family cradled their newborn prince, wrapping tiny fingers in trembling hands, welcoming new life into the world. Love filled the room real love, pure love. But for how long?A father sat alone in a dim kitchen while his family slept. A glass of burning alcohol trembled in his hand as he took his fourth bitter shot, eyes fixed on an overdue bill notice. O

Riven stood a few steps away from Bella’s hands.His fingers trembled uncontrollably, the urge to reach out burning through his veins. Just one touch. If he touched her, maybe she would be fine. Maybe his warmth could anchor her back. MaybeShe will be fine.The thought repeated like a prayer he didn’t believe in.His entire body shook. His eyes were bloodshot, red veins threading through the white as he fought the tears threatening to spill. He refused to break. Not here. Not in a room filled with strangers watching him unravel.Doctor M reached for the blood pressure compressor and wrapped it carefully around Bella’s small arm.The machine hummed.The numbers appeared.Too low.Dangerously low.Doctor M’s breath hitched. “Her blood pressure is critically low. Please—pass me the Booth TQ injection,” she said, urgency cutting sharp through her voice.Doctor Taylor handed the injection to one of the nurses, who passed it quickly to Doctor M. With steady hands that betrayed nothing of t

Should I check up on her? Riven wondered, his steps toward the bathroom stalling halfway. He hesitated, the cool marble under his feet grounding him, while his chest tightened with the thought of walking in.Why should I check on her? she had acted like a child earlier, throwing tantrums that deserved scolding. started walking back toward the bed but stopped again mid-step.But… I said things I shouldn’t have, words that cut sharper than intended. Especially calling her mute.A strange unease twisted in his chest. What am I feeling right now? Since when do I admit I’m wrong?I’m never wrong. What I did was right. She acted childish, she deserved it… but the tone...A voice whispered, soft and accusing, deep in his mind.Whatever. I don’t care about her. She’s just a pawn in my game. Nothing more.Riven shook his head, trying to convince himself. He strode back to the bed, stomach grumbling.I’m a little hungry. Good thing she ordered food.His hands rubbed together as he approached t

After a long and hot bath, Bella opened the shower handle. Thick steam filled the room, fogging the mirror and covering her nakedness as warm vapor hugged her skin. She reached for a clean towel displayed neatly beside the shower and wrapped it tightly around herself. The fabric was soft, silky, and light against her damp body.As she walked out of the bathroom, she met Riven seated on the couch, scrolling through his phone lazily.Her heart immediately skipped a beat.One, because she felt naked in front of him even though she was wrapped in a towel.Secondly, the mess around the room.It looked very messy, and deep down she knew he was not happy. Shattered glass glittered on the floor. Feathers from torn pillows lay everywhere like the remains of a pillow crime scene. She bit her tongue, trying to find the confidence she had earlier when she broke all those vases.What was I thinking?What was I doing??Did I forget that this man is a madman… insane?But it’s just vases, she reasone

The drive to the Burj Al Arab was silent.Not peaceful—just heavy.Bella sat squeezed between two bodyguards in the back seat, their shoulders broad, unmovable, stealing every inch of air from her lungs. Leather seats pressed against her skin. The engine hummed smoothly beneath them as the city lights streaked past the tinted windows.She felt filthy.Her clothes were stained with dust and smoke. Sweat clung uncomfortably to her skin. Her hair was a tangled mess, small leaves still caught between the strands, stubbornly refusing to fall out. Beneath her eye, a faint scratch rested with dried blood darkened against her skin.She sniffed carefully… then regretted it.I smell horrible.She subtly lifted her arm, pretending to stretch—then inhaled.Big mistake.Her face twisted in quiet horror.I really do smell bad.What must these people think?They probably think I stink so badly right now.Her shoulders drooped in embarrassment.I need a long, long, long shower wherever we’re going.W

Bella broke into uncontrollable sobs, the kind that shook her small body as she curled into herself, gripping her own arms as if holding herself tighter could stop the tears from spilling. But they didn’t stop. They streamed down her cheeks, warm and helpless, dripping onto the jet’s cold floor.Riven froze.He stood there, staring at her like a man witnessing something he wasn’t built for something he didn’t know how to fix. His chest rose in quick, uneven breaths. A sting burned at the back of his eyes, a pressure he refused to let escape. He blinked hard, forcing the tears back with the kind of stubbornness only a man like him possessed.He had faced guns pointed between his eyes, knives pressed to his throat, men begging for mercy beneath his shoes and not once did he flinch. But now… now he stood completely still, as if her tears had turned his entire body into stone.His jaw flexed.His fists curled tighter and tighter, the knuckles pale.His lips parted, as if he wanted to say