Mag-log inDianne looked at them seeing how convinced they looked, a satisfied smile curled up sneakily on the corner of her lips.She kept her posture relaxed, fingers lightly tapping the edge of her glass as if she had not just dropped a match into dry grass. "The what about those children?" The black-haired girl asked.Her brows pulled together as she leaned forward slightly, curiosity pushing her voice higher than it shou
The air in the small restaurant was thick with fried oil, laughter, and the constant clicking of cutlery against ceramic plates. Sunlight poured through the glass windows in uneven strips, falling across tables filled with office workers on lunch break.At the far corner, two women leaned over a half-eaten meal, their voices carrying easily over the noise.“I really can’t believe she made it in life,” the blonde-haired girl said, pushing her empty plate away with a soft clink. Her eyes were wide, almost disbelieving, like she was talking about s
3rd POVThe next morning..."Kids, after eating, start doing your assignment," Mannie called from the kitchen as she rinsed the last plate and set it on the drying rack.
Dominic'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.
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
Dominic’s PovThe doors of the private terminal at City A Airport slid open with a hiss as I stepped into the humid air, the city’s noise and scent rushing at me all at once. I hated this place. Too loud. Too crowded. Too human.Still, I drew attention—of course I did.Women turned. Whispers flew.
Zarah’s POVThe chandelier sparkled like diamonds overhead as I dipped my spoon into a bowl of golden pear compote. The velvet curtains swayed lightly with the breeze, the scent of fresh orchids wafting from every corner of the grand estate. I was draped in a silk robe worth more than my old apar







