LOGINCHAPTER 145 — The Power Of God
DOMINIC'S POV
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Mannie's POV"Kids... We are home."I pushed the door open and stepped inside with Adam hanging onto one hand while Trisha followed behind us."It's ten o'clock."My mother's voice came from the living room.
CHAPTER 145 — The Power Of GodDOMINIC'S POV"Where is he?" I asked, my gaze as dark as ink.The pressure around me dropped instantly.
Dianna looked around the company, trying to avoid the cameras.The night air brushed against her face as she pulled her hoodie lower. Her heels clicked softly against the tiled ground while her eyes moved nervously from one corner to another.The entire building was brightly lit despite the late hour.
"Wow, mummy, here is so big!" Adam exclaimed as they stepped down from the cab.The moment his tiny shoes touched the ground, he spun around excitedly. His small hands stretched wide as if he wanted to hug the entire place.In front of them stood City A Stadium.
3rd POVCONCERT BACKSTAGE…“Guess what?”The voice cut through the backstage chaos like a thrown stone.
Mannie’s POVThe bright light from my phone screen flashed across my face before dimming again.For a second, I just stared at it from my bed, my thumb hovering anxiously over the notification bar while my heartbeat thumped louder than the ceiling fan spinning above my head. The room smelled faintly of baby lotion and detergent from the folded clothes sitting at the edge of the bed, but my attention stayed fixed on that screen like my life
The sound of my boots echoed on the marble floors as I stepped into the house.No—her house.Or at least the one I gave her.Zarah Twain.The woman who was supposed to be mine. The woman everyone swore was the same one from five years ago. The one my people brought home because she wore the right w
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d stand on a stage in fishnet stockings, an oversized pink hoodie, and pigtails with sparkly clips.But here I was.Trying to survive.The lights in the bar were too bright and too fake. I could feel the sweat sticking to my back under the thick, ugly hoodie
The cold wind hit my face the moment I stepped out of the bar. I looked left and right, scanning the sidewalk. She was already at the edge of the street, wrapping a scarf around her neck, clearly in a rush to leave.“Wait,” I called.She stopped, stiffened, and turned slowly.Her eyes met mine agai
The dim light of the bar gave everything a grainy hue. Music still echoed faintly from the cheap speakers, but my mind was fixed on one thing—the woman who had just stepped off the stage.She wasn’t like the others. There was something deeply strange about her outfit—layers of mismatched clothing t







