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CHAPTER 93 LAZIEL’S POV As I made my way out from seeing Lily, I nearly collided with Karen, who was just walking in, carrying a bunch of food. “Oh hello Mr Laziel, what’s the rush?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me, probably trying to figure out what was going on. I glanced down at my wrist, where Damien’s watch was still ticking away, and shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just heading out. Got to return this," I said, waving the wristwatch in front of her face like it was some sort of trophy and a way to get myself out of explaining myself. “Right, because that definitely explains the rush,” she said with a raised eyebrow. But I didn't stick around for more questions. “See you later, Karen!” I called over my shoulder, making my escape. Once I was back in my car, the breath I’d been holding tightly released. I sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, feeling the weight of everything that had been piling up lately. Why the fuck was Lily's pussy so wide? I had to

Trigger Warning: Contains coercion, manipulation, and non-consensual sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. CHAPTER 92 LILY’S POV I blinked my eyes open, feeling groggy and all out of sorts. It took a moment for where I was to come into focus. The room felt wayyyy too bright but that wasn't all either. Something didn’t feel right. I shifted in bed, and that’s when I noticed it, my sheets were fucking soaked! Panic washed over me as I sat up and tried to move but I realised I couldn't. The shock of being bedridden crashing hit me like a wave. “Help! Is anyone there?” I called out, my voice hoarse and weak. But the room was completely silent. Why had they left me all on my own if I couldn't friggin walk?! I tried to recall how I ended up here. What had happened? The last thing I remembered was... well, it was all jumbled up and it was as if the harder I thought, the worse my headache got so I decided to stop for now. All I knew was that I needed to get myself out of this m

CHAPTER 91 ROSE’S POV After what was a long and exhausting day at the hospital, Lily had made it out of the dangerous part. I was relieved to see Lily resting peacefully but still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. The doctors had given us some unsettling news: Lily was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia. They told us she wouldn’t be able to receive visitors for a few more hours while they monitored her status. That didn’t sit right with me. I wanted to be there for her, to reassure her that everything would be okay, but I had to let her rest. “Hey, Rose,” Karen said, giving me that sympathetic look she always does. “Do you want me to stay here? I can help you with Lily.” I appreciated her offer more than I could say because I did need to find Marian Velasco first. I had a feeling she was going to slip through my fingers if she could. “Yes, please. I think it’s better if you stay here with Lily,” I said. “She might need you when she wakes up. I’ll be back soon with D

CHAPTER 90 ROSE’S POV After a few days of Lily being back home, things finally started to feel somewhat normal. I mean, as normal as it gets with a lot of secrets and unsaid words. I had been gathering some information and from the look of things, a road trip was on the agenda. I called the two people I knew wouldn't say no and stepped out of the house. **** I picked up Karen and Danny from the little café they were hanging out at. Right when I got in the car, the tension got so thick, you could cut into it with a knife. “Listen up, you two,” I said, trying to keep my stress from showing in my voice, “I’ve got a mystery to solve, and we’re going back to my roots to do it.” “Roots?” Danny asked as he tapped away on his phone. “What do you mean?” I pulled out my phone while driving and looked over the info I had sent them. “I already sent all the info you need on your phones. Just check the texts.” They both fumbled with their phones as I drove through the streets. I could prac

CHAPTER 89 DONOVAN’S POV “These bastards only seem to make my job even a bit harder.” I muttered to myself as I sifted through the paperwork that had been sent. Feeling a headache come along, I dropped the but just as I was about to drift off into thoughts of a vacation, I felt a gentle tug at my sleeve. It was Mara, my housekeeper, with her usual no-nonsense expression. “Mr. Donovan, there’s a young lady at the door.” “Just send her away, Mara. I’m not in the mood for visitors,” I muttered, half-heartedly waving her off. But she didn’t budge. “Sir, I think you should see her. She is looking for young Damien.” Right. It had been a while since I’d seen my nephew. Perhaps this girl was just another one of those interests, the kind that came in and out of his life. My head was filled with thoughts of how he changed women like clothes. Tch, I could never understand the younger generation. “Fine, fine. I’ll see who it is.” I made my way to the door and, to my surprise, it was Seraph

CHAPTER 88 ROSE'S POV “Wait here, I won't stay long. I don't like it if someone follows me around. This is an order,“ I added because I know she might want to protest. “But madam, who knows if there's paparazzi in there? I don't want anyone to bother you as I shop and I need to protect you.” I took out a face mask and wore it instantly. Emily got the message and did not ask any questions. “Wow! I can't believe I will finally get the chance to enter this place. Your fiancé is generous.” Karen said and I rolled my eyes at her. We stepped in. Lily and I seemed to be the same size. So, I'm very sure the clothes that would fit me perfectly would fit her as well. But I don't want to spend Damien's money too much. So, I went for less expensive clothes, shoes and bags. I suddenly spotted a red bag on the counter. I was attracted to it immediately. “Hey, look at that,” I said to Karen and pointed at the bag. She gasped in shock and soon smiled in excitement. “This bag would look great

CHAPTER 54 SABRINA’S POV "Are you sure of what you're saying?" I asked the person on the other side of the call. Upon their affirmative response, I ended the call. Anger boiled. Sorrow swirled. Betrayal stabbed. Tears stung. There was nothing to prove anything yet, but going by the information I'd just received, it was enough to make me suspicious. I looked over at the clock, temporarily forgetting I had my phone in my possession. Past nine p.m., and my husband was yet to be back. I couldn't even complain about his lateness returning from work, or else it would end in bruises and pain—all on me. My body jerked the moment I heard the hurried but quiet steps up the stairs. It was him. I pretended all was normal, propping myself up on the bed, trying to create a visual that I had been waiting for him. He came in, and our eyes met. He averted his. "Long day at work?" I started conversationally, hoping to get words from him. "Yeah. Then I hung out with friends," he added. That

CHAPTER 53 SAYGE’S POV A fist of fear punched my guts, swift and hard. It all felt like a dream, unfolding in a blur. The vehicle swerved, slammed into a post—shouts piercing the night. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about those drunk bastards—it was clear from the way they’d veered haphazardly across the open road. They were drunk as fuck, those bastards. I ran over to where she’d landed and checked her pulse. Relief spilled from my lungs in a shaky breath. Gently lifting her into my arms, I carried her to the backseat of my car, regret biting into me with every step. God, I was so stupid. If only I’d waited till we got home before blowing up at her. I sped out of there, heart pounding in my throat. “Darla, dial Dr. Finney.” I barked the order at the AI assistant synced to my phone. While Darla dialed, I glanced over my shoulder. She was still. Too still. Every bit of color had drained from her face. "Please hold on, Zyliah." “Hello, Sayge,” Dr. Finney answered, his voic

CHAPTER 52 ZYLIAH’S POV "What do you mean, ask Sayge?! Delia, you know I can't. Sayge and I are like oil and water. He's an arrogant jerk. Asking him for a favor is like committing suicide. I can't." I shook my head. I couldn’t even imagine going to him for help. He was literally the last person on Mother Earth I’d ever ask. The stupid, pompous jerk! Just the mere thought of going to him bruised my pride and dignity. Actually doing it was burying both. "I know you guys don't get along, and only God knows why." She mumbled that last part, but I heard her. I passed her a pouty look. She flashed a meek smile that easily disappeared as a thin coat of determination spread across her face—she was determined to make me see reasons. But no matter what, I was also determined not to see reasons because, in all honesty, there were none to see. "But Delia, you're not doing this for yourself—you're doing it for Natalie, our best friend. Your best friend longer than I have been. And she

CHAPTER 51 ZYLIAH’S POV By the time I was entering Delia’s living room, it was past six p.m.—almost six thirty. I was exhausted by this time. "Zee is here, Natalie. Stop with the tears." Delia’s tone carried her exhaustion too—probably trying to make Natalie stop crying. There was a bottle of corked wine and two glasses. One was almost empty, the other looked barely touched. Natalie lifted her face from the pillow it was buried in and spotted me. She jumped up and approached, hugging me. Ignoring my exhaustion, I stood strong for her and hugged her right back, comforting her with pats and words. I led her to a seat. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. "What's the update, Zee? Please tell me." Her eyes were as puffy as her nose was blotchy and red. Her gaze was hopeful, drawing more sympathy from me. "He agreed to release Jordan." I started with the good part. Her eyes shone, despair replaced by unbridled joy. "Are you for real?" I nodded. "Yes, he a

CHAPTER 50 ZYLIAH’S POV I rapped lightly on the door, locking eyes with a bodyguard who was pretending not to watch my every move. I looked away, paying attention to the closed door before me. I gave another rap. "You can use the doorbell, miss," the bodyguard advised. "Oh." I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't even see the doorbell. I pressed it. Many times. Before someone finally opened. A maid in her thirties. Early thirties, I think. "Hello, miss," she greeted politely, but there was no trace of a smile. "Hi. I'm here to see Mr. Delson." She studied my appearance. "His son doesn’t live here. He only visits now and then.” I frowned. Why would she assume who I was here to see? "I'm actually here to see the father. Not the son.” "Oh." A frown appeared, her dark brown eyes noticeably judgy. "Do you have an appointment?" "Yes. Go tell him Zyliah is here to see him." I was beginning to get irritated by her. Was she a maid or his wife? "Zyliah who?" she probed further. I

CHAPTER 49 ZYLIAH’S POV "It's such a lovely afternoon." Discussions about Claire forgotten, Grandma Charlotte visibly relaxed in the chair, leaning back to make herself more comfortable. "Yes, it is," I said, absentmindedly watching the kids play with floaters. I wanted to call them in before they caught a cold, but I didn't have the heart to ruin their fun. Plus, it gave me time for myself. I was going to make sure they bathed with warm water when they were done. "How's it going?" she asked, her tone hinting exactly at what I thought it was. My next response was a shrug. "To be honest, I don't think it's going to go the way you planned.” "Don't give up." She frowned a little—not out of annoyance or anger, just something reflexive. "Why don't you tell Claire? I mean, they've clearly known each other for years." "Yet no change from him? If anything, he got worse. I didn't even know about her until a few days ago. I know my grandson, Zyliah. When he loves, he loves loud. Dote