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A Casket Full Of Lies.

Penulis: AthenaWrites
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-21 09:07:04

JD’s POV:

It was Calla's burial.

It was raining. Because of course it was.

The sky had the decency to mourn. The people around me didn’t. They clutched umbrellas and dabbed fake tears. Whispered about how young she was, how beautiful, how tragic.

But not one of them knew her. Not really.

I stood alone, black boots soaked in the grass, wearing a tailored black suit that hugged my frame like armor. Shaved-side pixie clinging to my cheeks. Purple tint dripping like bruises in the rain.

I didn’t cry.

I couldn’t. Not while I was holding myself together with spite and suspicion. Not when I was boiling with intense murderous feelings. I was always a hot tempered person and this was enough to make me lose my shit.

And as if the heavens wanted me to kill someone, I spotted them.

Lucas dabbing his eyes quietly, and Petra clutching a fabric to her chest and smiling at it. I stared at the curve of it. Her hand stroked it, proudly.

And my stomach turned. That's Calla's baby.

No one… no one like h
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