FAZER LOGINAlexander povThe house had never felt this quiet before.Not peaceful.Not calm.Just… empty.Alexander loosened his tie slowly as he stepped into his room, exhaustion sitting heavily on his shoulders. The day had been long, but somehow returning home felt worse.These days, everything felt worse.He dropped his phone on the table and rubbed a hand over his face before walking toward the window.The city lights stretched endlessly outside, cold and distant against the dark sky.Usually, work distracted him.
Clara povI watched her carefully the moment she sat down.Celyne.My best friend.But today… she didn’t feel like the version of her I was used to.She looked tired in a way that wasn’t just physical. It was deeper. Heavier. Like something had been pressing on her for too long and she was only now finding the courage to speak.Her fingers stayed wrapped around her glass, not drinking, just holding it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.“I don’t understand it anymore,” she said suddenly.Her voice was quiet, but it carried weight.I didn’t interrupt.That was important.Celyne didn’t usually open up like this unless she had already been carrying it alone for too long.“I keep going back and forth,” she continued. “Hospital… home… hospital again. It’s like I can’t just breathe in one place and be fine.”Her hand moved slightly toward her stomach, protective without thinking.And that told me everything I needed to know.This wasn’t just stress.This was fear.Deep fear.“I
Celyne POVI stood at the entrance for a moment before stepping inside.Home.It looked the same.The same walls. The same furniture. The same quiet atmosphere that used to feel comforting.Now it felt different.Wrong, almost.Like nothing had changed… except me.I slowly walked in, my steps careful, my body still weak from the hospital, but my mind even more awake than before.Because this time—I was not the same person who left this house.I paused slightly, my hand tightening around my bag.Never again.The words echoed softly in my mind.Never again will I ignore that feeling.Never again will I pretend I don’t see what I see.Never again will I trust too quickly.My eyes lifted.And I saw them.Everyone was here.Waiting.Watching.And acting like nothing had happened.Like I didn’t almost die.Like I wasn’t still carrying something fragile inside me.A soft smile appeared on Vivian’s face as she stepped forward.“Welcome back, dear,” she said gently, her voice warm.Too warm.
Vivian POVNews travels fast.But in this house—It never arrives by accident.I stood by the window, my fingers lightly resting against the glass as I stared out into the quiet night. The city stretched endlessly before me, glowing, alive, unaware.Unlike me.Because I was very aware.Of everything.“She survived.”The words lingered in my mind, not as a shock—But as an inconvenience.A small one.I exhaled slowly, my expression unchanged.“I expected as much,” I murmured under my breath.Celyne had always been… stubborn.Fragile in appearance.But stubborn where it mattered.Still—That didn’t mean she was untouchable.Nothing is.My fingers tapped lightly against the glass, once, twice, before I pulled away and walked toward the center of the room.Calm.Composed.As always.Because panic—Was for people who didn’t plan ahead.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said without turning.The door opened.Light footsteps followed.“Elara.”I didn’t need to look to know it was h
Alexander POVThe city lights stretched endlessly beyond the tinted window, blurring into streaks of gold and white as the car moved forward.I barely noticed them.My mind was elsewhere.As always.“Well… I guess the day has come,” I muttered under my breath.To sit across from a man I knew too well.A man who never asked for anything—Without already deciding the outcome.William Wynn.A slow breath left my chest.“To sit with a devil…” I added quietly, my lips tightening slightly. “One far worse than me.”And that was saying something.I leaned back against the seat, my gaze unfocused as my thoughts began to spiral again.How did I get here?That question had been following me for a long time now.And no matter how many times I asked—The answer never changed.Celyne.Everything always led back to her.To protect her…I made choices I couldn’t undo.I closed my eyes briefly.I remembered it clearly.Elara.Her tears.Her threats.Her desperation.And William—Standing behind it all
Celyne POVThe first thing I felt—Was heaviness.Not pain.Not yet.Just… weight.Like my body didn’t belong to me anymore.Like I was trapped inside something I couldn’t move.I tried to open my eyes.Slowly.Carefully.But even that felt like too much.Light slipped in first—too bright, too sharp—and I winced faintly before forcing my eyes open fully.The ceiling.White.Unfamiliar.Then—The sound.A steady, rhythmic beeping.My heart stuttered slightly.Hospital.A faint breath left my lips.“…again?”My voice came out barely above a whisper.Dry.Weak.But enough.Movement followed almost immediately.A figure stepped closer.Then another.“Celyne? Can you hear me?”I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting.Doctors.Nurses.Watching me.Relief flickered across one of their faces.“She’s awake,” someone said.I swallowed, my throat tight.“What… happened?” I asked faintly.The question felt heavy on my tongue.Like I already knew the answer—But didn’t want to hear it.A doctor step
Alexander POVThe moment I stepped out of the house earlier, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it.It wasn’t something obvious.Not something I could clearly point at.But it was there.That feeling.The one that doesn’t sit well.Celyne said she was going to Clara’s place.Simple.Clear.
Elara POVThe dining table was quiet now.Too quiet.But even in the silence, the tension from earlier still lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling.I stood by the window, my arms crossed lightly, my gaze unfocused as my thoughts replayed everything that had just happened.Every word.Every expr
Celyne POVThe door closed behind me softly.But the moment I stepped fully into my room…Everything I had been holding was shattered.My legs gave out before I could stop myself, and I sank slowly onto the floor, my back resting against the door as if it was the only thing holding me together.A s
Celyne POVThe suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes I wasn’t sure I would ever wear.My hands moved slowly, folding shirts and placing them inside like I was packing pieces of a life I no longer recognized.Behind me, Clara leaned against the doorframe, watching in silence for a lo







