Novel-novel oleh Twin_Star05

Kara didn’t call Jairo to take her to the agency when it was time to leave. She assumed he was busy again between work and his father’s issues after how he had been distracted the previous night. So she decided not to bother him and simply booked a ride.When she got home later that day, he still hadn’t returned. She sent him a message but there was no reply.The next morning, she prepared to go to the hospital to see Luci. Jairo had arranged for Luci to be discharged today to avoid media attention. He planned to have her recover at home instead.Yet, he still hadn’t come back.Even when she arrived at the hospital, Luci didn’t seem bothered that her uncle wasn’t there to pick her up. That alone made Kara uneasy.She sent Jairo another message.Still no reply.Her worry deepened. Something was wrong. Whatever had changed in him started after the day he dropped her at the agency and returned to the hospital. She gently asked Luci if something had happened, but the girl avoided her eyes

They ended up spending the night on the couch without even realizing it. Kara was the first to wake up.The early morning light filtered faintly through the living room curtains, telling her it was still very early, probably around six. She slipped out carefully so she wouldn’t wake Jairo, then rushed straight to her room. Luci had been on her mind all night. She needed to see her at the hospital as soon as possible.She showered quickly, dressed, and asked Brie to help her pack some light food to take along. She still had a shoot later that day and didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s chaos.While getting ready, Edward called to ask how her shoot went. He told her he hadn’t called the night before because he knew she had probably get home late. They chatted briefly and Kara sent her regards to his parents before ending the call. By the time she stepped out of her room, Brie had finished packing both her own breakfast and Luci’s.Jairo joined them moments later, already dressed.“Good

Kara bit her lower lip as she waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. A few people she met earlier had offered to give her a ride but she politely declined every time. Now she stood slightly tucked into a corner, avoiding eye contact so no one else would ask again.Her bag was slung over her shoulder with her phone in her hand. Her brows were drawn together as she scrolled through her calls again, her lips pressing into a thin line.Three missed calls.Two unanswered texts.That wasn’t like him.Her irritation simmered quietly as she spotted his car pulled up near the curb. The engine was running, headlights cutting through the dim street. He sat behind the wheel, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his posture stiff, his gaze fixed ahead like he hadn’t even noticed her yet.She walked over and opened the passenger door with a sharper movement than usual.“You ignored my calls,” she said immediately as she slid into the seat and shut the door.Jairo turned his head

They arrived at the hospital. Eva stepped out with Donald, her movements tentative and almost hesitant. Jairo stayed in the car, watching them go. She whispered something to Donald, tilting her head and asking a question so softly he had to lean close to hear. Donald bent down, answered, and for a brief moment, she glanced in the direction of the car before entering the hospital lobby.His eyes stayed with them even after the doors had closed. His lips quivering, making him drop his head onto the steering wheel. The tears came, unbidden, burning and relentless. He didn’t bother hiding them. He hated himself so much.How long had his father kept her locked away? How long had she lived in fear and horror while he held another woman in his arms, a woman who looked like her but wasn’t her? He had been blind. Weak. Selfish. And now, he couldn’t breathe for the weight of it.The car engine hummed faintly but he didn’t move. Eventually, he started it and drove. He didn’t know where he was g

Luci stirred with a soft groan, her brows knitting together as a dull ache pulsed through her wrist. The room smelled like antiseptic and clean sheets. The light above her felt too bright.“Oh… you’re awake.” a nervous but gentle voice drifted to her ears.She frowned slightly, slowly opening her eyes and turned her head. A woman stood beside the bed, her face pale, eyes swollen like she had been crying for hours. Luci blinked in confusion, studying the stranger’s face.“Where’s my uncle?” she asked weakly.The woman swallowed. “I was told he went to drop Kara off at the agency. How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Do you need water?”Luci stared at her harder now, uncertainty flickering in her gaze. Who was this woman? Why was she looking at her like that? She also sounded like she was close to Kara.The woman’s eyes glistened again as she kept watching Luci, her lips trembling slightly like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.Luci tilted her head, studying her pro

“Alright… this one’s heavy.” the first journalist exhaled softly and turned to the camera. “Early this afternoon, authorities confirmed the discovery of multiple deceased bodyguards at a private villa owned by political aspirant Salvatore Vitale. The property sits on the outskirts of the city and has since been sealed by forensic teams. But honestly, the bodies aren’t even the part that’s rattling people the most.”“It’s what happened before the attack.” the second journalist agreed quietly. “A young woman identified as Luciana Vitale placed an emergency call, saying she was being held against her will at the same residence. She managed to describe the villa before the line went dead. Police later confirmed the details matched the location precisely. And then came the claim that shook everyone, she said the person holding her was her own grandfather, Salvatore Vitale, and added Jairo Vitale was her uncle.”The first journalist’s brow creased. “That’s the part that makes your stomach d

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