LOGINDominic's POVRing!Ring!!The sharp ringtone sliced through the suffocating air of the underground room.The metallic scent of blood still hung heavily around me.
Mannie's POV"Thank you so much, my sweethearts. That's so lovely of you all. I am really, really, really happy. Thank you."My voice cracked halfway through my words.The warmth in my chest kept growing until it almost hurt. I pressed a hand against my heart and looked at the eight little faces surrounding me.
Mannie's POVThe sweet night breeze filled the small carriage, bringing with it the chirping of insects.I leaned back against the cushioned seat and let out a slow breath. The events of the evening still felt unreal.Just a few hours ago, Fiona had been mocking me in front of everyone.
3rd povThe moment they stepped out of the hotel entrance, the cool evening breeze brushed against their faces.Golden lights spilled from the grand hotel windows, painting the driveway in warm colors. Expensive cars lined the entrance while guests moved in and out, l
MANNIE’S POVI wasn’t someone who cared for fame and couldn't be bothered to say anything. Looking at the food before me, I was already feeling a bit stuffed.The plates on the table still looked untouched in some corners, but I had lost interest in them. The scent of grilled meat and wine mixed in the air, making my stomach feel heavier than it already was.I dabbed m
MANNIE’S POV“Ouch!” I hissed in slight pain as Beth excused herself and I and dragged me away from the table full of devouring wolves.Her grip was firm around my wrist, her nails digging just enough to pull me out of the circle of laughter and perfume and too-bright smiles. I stumbled slightly in my heels, my eyes flicking once over my shoulder.Fiona’s laugh rang out like she had won something. Something I wasn’t even aware we were competing for.“Sorry.” Beth apologized, hearing me hiss in pain.I shook my hand lightly, forcing a small breath through my nose as we moved faster down the hallway. The sound of the banquet hall faded behind us, replaced by softer carpeted silence and the distant hum of air conditioning.My chest still felt tight. Not from the pull of Beth’s hand. From the eyes. From the whispers that followed like shadows that refused to detach.We turned a corner and finally reached the restroom corridor. Beth pushed the door open and I stepped inside first, the cold
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







