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Donald stopped in front of his apartment door, a frown crossing his face when he noticed it wasn’t fully shut. His hand instinctively went behind him, gripping the gun tucked at his back. The uneasiness in his chest deepened as he pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.The living room was dark, carrying that eerie stillness that made his skin prickle. His free hand searched for the light switch along the wall.The second the light came on, a voice cut through the silence.“Surprise!”His eyes landed on Lina standing in the middle of the room, arms spread wide, her smile glowing. His hand stayed firm on the gun, hidden behind him. She was dressed in a short red satin dress that clung to her curves, the hem barely brushing the top of her thighs. The fabric shimmered under the light, matching the glossy lipstick she had chosen. Her legs were long and bare and she curled her hair loose around her shoulders.In her hands, she held a small cake — red velvet, decorated with cream s

“Mr. Vitale, I am very sorry for what my boys did. They didn’t know who you are. Please, pardon them,” the chief officer pleaded, palms pressed together nervously while Jairo sat across from him with his legs crossed, calm yet intimidating.The officer who had cuffed Jairo stood in the corner, stiff, his face etched with confusion as he watched the scene unfold. His boss gave him a sharp signal to step forward and apologize, but the man hesitated. Who the hell was this criminal that even his boss was begging him?“Come forward, Jeff!” the chief officer barked, losing patience. He yanked the officer closer, nearly slamming his head on the desk before forcing him down to his knees in front of Jairo.Jairo’s lazy eyes flicked over the man kneeling before him. Beneath that calm look, there was fire — pride, anger, resistance — but Jairo’s face didn’t change. He leaned forward slowly, his movements measured.The chief officer gulped hard, his heart pounding. Fifteen years in service, he ha

Luci stormed into the house with Kara following behind, her temper blazing hot.“We can’t just leave him there, can we?” she snapped, her hands flailing in frustration. “How can you be so selfish, Alejandro? You dragged me back home like I’m a child!” her voice echoed through the walls, sharp and restless.Kara didn’t say a word. She dropped onto the couch and buried her hands in her hair, her chest tight with unspoken worries. Smith, Brie, and Elizabeth quickly rushed out of the house when they heard the commotion.Alejandro stood tall, his face firm but his voice steady. “He wouldn’t want me to take you to the police station, miss. And let’s be honest, your presence there wouldn’t have changed anything.”Luci’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stepped forward, blocking his path with a fire in her chest.“Take. That. Back,” she demanded, shoving him hard. Her voice cracked with anger. “I saved your goddamn employer from getting shot and you stand there acting like I’m useless? You shou

He stepped into the supermarket with his senses sharp, every nerve in his body on high alert. His hand was firm on the gun, hidden close to his body as his eyes scanned the aisles. He had already dialed his men, telling them to head over but for now he was alone. The three men in black suits moved through the crowd, their eyes locked on someone. He followed their line of sight and realized they were going for his niece as he had feared. His jaw clenched. He raised his gun with a smooth practiced, that was when chaos broke as he shot towards the men. Shoppers screamed in unison. People ducked, some abandoning their carts diving behind shelves. Luci had been muttering curses under her breath as she picked up what she came for, still irritated with her uncle’s suffocating attitude. The pack of tampons in her hand slipped when she heard the piercing screams. She straightened quickly, confusion etching her face, only to see three men charging toward her. Instinct screamed at her to run

By the time Kara and Luci reached the car, Jairo was already walking out of the cemetery. His shoulders were stiff, his face calm but blank as though he had buried whatever he felt deep inside.“I want to go see my parents,” Luci muttered.Without hesitation, Jairo slipped a small object from his pocket and handed it to her. She snatched it before storming off in another direction, sliding it around her wrist. Looks like they do that often.Kara’s eyes trailed after Luci until she suddenly became aware of Jairo’s gaze burning into her. She turned back just in time to hear him explain.“That’s a monitor.”He didn’t give more detail but she knew what that meant. Something to track Luci, to keep her under his watch. She gave a faint nod, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the car. Her eyes drifted everywhere but him.He, however, kept staring at her.“We’re emotionally connected. That’s why we synced.”She blinked at him, confused for a second, before realizing he wa

The next morning, she slipped into a plain black gown. It was the only thing that matched the heaviness inside her. She looked at herself in the mirror, pressing her lips together before heading downstairs.When she reached the dining room, she stopped for a moment. Luci was already there, sitting quietly in her own black dress. Even Jairo had chosen black, though he paired it with blue jeans. None of them spoke much during breakfast. Luci kept her eyes on her plate, refusing to engage, while Kara forced herself to eat even though her stomach twisted with unease.After they were done eating, she was surprised to see Luci following them to the car. She hadn’t expected the girl to join them in wherever Jairo was dragging them today, but she was relieved that she wouldn't be alone with him. She sat silently as he drove, her hands twisting in her lap, her thoughts chasing themselves. Luci leaned against the window, her face blank but her eyes were still slightly puffy. She had cried herse

Annabelle’s POV I stirred in my sleep, feeling strange as if a weight had lifted off my chest, yet my heart ached with something I couldn’t fully grasp. Then, in an instant, memories came flooding back—everything I had forgotten, everything I had done. The past ten years crashed into me like a violent wave, stealing my breath as I fluttered my eyes opened. I sat upright, clutched the sheets, my hands trembling as the realization sank in. Oh, God. What have I done? I thought tears welling in my eyes already before a soft knock pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. My throat tightened. “Come in,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. The door creaked open, and Adams stepped inside, his eyes downcast, as if he were afraid to look at me. My chest clenched at the sight of him—so much thinner, his once-proud stance now slumped, his hair slightly disheveled as if sleep had long abandoned him. He held a tray of food in his hands, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turne

Author's POV“She doesn’t remember you at all?” Jack shook his head. Madison frowned deeply, arms crossed as she listened to Jackson after he explained to her that Emily had woken up but doesn't remember him. “She looked at me… it was like I was nothing.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed through. “Why? Why doesn't she remember me?” He asked, his tone pleading. She had looked him in the eye, completely blank, as if he were a stranger.Madison sighed, rubbing her temples. “It could be the aftereffects of Harper’s mark. We don’t know exactly what it did to her mind.” She paused before adding, “We need to test this. Bring Mason and Zaza. Let’s see if she really remembers them together with me.”Jackson hesitated. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for. If she recognized them, it meant she was still herself—just without him. But if she didn’t remember them either, then he had to face the terrifying possibility that Harper had changed her forever.Regardless, he nodded. “Alright

Jackson's POV It had been two long, agonizing months. Every day since Emily fell into that coma, I felt as if I was drowning in my own guilt. Sitting beside her motionless body, I dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth, my hands trembling. Her pale face made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t put into words. Tears streamed down my cheeks freely. I didn’t bother wiping them anymore. What was the point? Every moment replayed in my head, the way she had sacrificed herself for me again without a second thought. That image of her collapsing haunted me. I reached for her hand, clasping it tightly in mine. “Please, Ann,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please wake up. I miss you so much.” My lips brushed against her knuckles as I choked back a sob. “You promised to give me a response to my apology once everything is over. But you're not here with me to see it, my love. I need you... please.” The weight of my mistakes crushed me every second of every day. If I could trade places with he

The moment Emily smashed the crystal ball against the ground, the yard erupted in chaos. A blinding light consumed everything, its intensity forcing everyone to shield their eyes. She staggered backward as an overwhelming surge of energy left her body, her knees giving way beneath her. She collapsed to the ground, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious. “Ann!” Adams’ voice cracked as he saw her fall. His heart pounded in panic, but his body refused to cooperate. Bound to the tree and weakened by the poisoned blade, he could only watch helplessly. Harper let out a blood-curdling scream, her hands clawing at the air as she fell to her knees. A thick, black substance oozed from her mouth, her once confident smirk replaced by pure agony. Beside her, Alan mirrored her pain, convulsing violently as the same dark energy poured out of him. Adams clenched his teeth, forcing his gaze away from Harper and Alan to focus on Emily. His instincts screamed at him to get to her, but

Jackson’s POV The sight of Alan standing before me was like a blow to the chest. I could barely believe my eyes. Someone I thought I had lost forever was here, alive, breathing, and yet... there was something wrong. His eyes were dark, hollow, and devoid of the warmth I remembered. "Alan," I managed to say, my voice thick with disbelief. "Is it really you?" He didn't answer. Instead, he smiled-a cruel, empty grin that sent chills down my spine-and before I could react, he dragged a sharp knife across my chest. "Goddess!" I hissed in pain, stumbling back. My hand instinctively went to the wound as warmth spread across my skin. “Alan, stop! What are you doing?" He didn't stop. His movements were quick and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. I dodged as he lunged at me again, the knife narrowly missing my side. “Alan, listen to me!" I pleaded, trying to catch his wrist. "We need to talk. This isn't you-” But he wasn't listening. His entire focus was on one t

Emily's POV I stood inside the tent, pacing back and forth. My heart was restless, and my mind kept wandering to Adams. I had tried to focus on the little things around me, but nothing helped. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, and imagined the mess he was walking into. I paused by the entrance, listening carefully. His retreating footsteps reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but whisper a prayer. Moon Goddess, keep him safe for me. Help him fight his battles and come back unharmed. But a part of me kept nagging: was I really doing the right thing by staying behind? Should I have pushed harder to go with him? The tent was too quiet, and my thoughts were too loud. I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Where was he now? Was he okay? Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside. My heart jumped, and I immediately sat up. The sound was faint, almost careful, like someone was trying not to be heard. My chest tightened, an