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Unfolding Hidden Truths

Author: Liy Lah
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 07:33:05

Ryan pushed the door open with one hand, his boots tapping lightly against the floor as he stepped in, only to come to an abrupt stop.

The room was empty.

His eyes scanned the bed, rumpled but unoccupied. His gaze darted to the bathroom door, slightly ajar. Silence. No light.

“Tracey?” he called, voice low but taut.

There was no answer.

He moved quickly down the hall, sharp footsteps growing faster with every step until he reached the door at the end, the one she had no business opening.

He entered.

There she stood.

In the dimly lit room, Tracey stood frozen near the hospital bed, her arns folded tightly across her chest as if to hold herself steady. Her eyes were fixed on the old man lying beneath the blanket, his frail hand reaching out as he murmured something soft and delirious.

The moment Ryan stepped in, his breath hitched. His face lost all color.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he said, stunned.

Tracey turned to face him slowly, her expression unreadable. There was no fea
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    DAMIEN'S P.O.VThe moment the guards untied me, I could feel the blood rushing back into my wrists and arm. The bruise I had from days back was beginning to hurt again. But, I didn’t wince, though. I was pain tolerant and this didn't count as painful.Skylo didn’t say a word as he walked a few steps ahead, just like the guards had instructed. His shoulders were stiff, like he was holding in too much, and for some reason, that unsettled me more than anything else.We were led through a narrow corridor lit with flickering lights and the faint hum of faulty wiring. The walls smelled of damp concrete and cheap bleach. I didn’t talk. I was listening. Calculating. Watching the way Skylo moved.He wasn’t limping. No obvious injuries. But his silence was loud.And Skylo was never silent unless something was seriously wrong.The guards opened the final metal door and we stepped into the cool night air. The relief of fresh oxygen hit me like a slap, but I didn’t react. I couldn’t. Not with the

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  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Tagging Along

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  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    The Anonymous Video

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